Alison
Noel Kahn had become a close friend over the past year; it didn't start out that way though. She had first been black mailing him so he would help her but after a few months the shaky pairing had become true friends. That's why she was able to sneak into her own funeral. Noel had gone to the church the night before and found a place where Alison could see the funeral below but not be seen.
To be on the safe side she had put on a dark wig to cover hear blonde curls and wore a pair of oversized Breakfast at Tiffany's glasses. She was up in the balcony in a small room that looked out over the chapel below. She was looking through the two way mirror watching the people below. One in particular had her full attention and that was Emily Fields. She wasn't sure why Emily has such an effect on her but she does, it can't be love, Alison DiLaurentis doesn't love anyone at least not truly. Her mother and father always kept her and her brother at an arm's length and never showed them much affection. She didn't need anyone, but why did Emily have such a pull over her.
From the chapel below Alison heard a familiar song playing, one of her favorites actually. Of course this would be the song played at her funeral. She looked again at Emily unable to keep her eyes off of her for any extended period of time. She could see Emily shaking uncontrollably, she was about to run out the door and grab Emily and never let her go when she felt a strong pair of arms around her waist. Before she could stop it a strangled whimper tore from her throat and tears fell down her cheeks unchecked. She never broke down like this, not in front of any one before but the sight of Emily so heartbroken awoken something deep inside her. She didn't like to acknowledge those feelings, growing up her parents never really showed her much, if any love or kindness. What her mom did teach, however, was how to tell a really good lie. Drama and intrigue were always a part of her life for as long as she could remember.
"Damn it Noel, let me go." Alison pleaded as the tears just kept coming relentlessly.
"Alison, use your head! You are suppose to be dead, how are you going to explain to all those people, let alone the police and the media why you are at YOUR own funeral?!" Alison had sort of become like a little sister to him, albeit he still thought she was hot, crazy as all get out but hot as hell.
Alison was starting to sag in Noel's arms unable to bear looking at Emily any longer she turned and buried her face in Noel's chest mumbling incoherently. Noel just held her rubbing her back trying to console her. He had never seen her like this so vulnerable and raw.
