Alison DiLaurentis woke up and yawned. "Wake up, bitch." she murmured to herself, looking at her twin sister, who was still sleeping. Ali rubbed her eyes and stretched her arms. She got out of bed and went into the bathroom to take a shower.
Steam filled the warm air, and Alison got out of the shower. She wrapped a towel around her body and walked back into her room. The world's most difficult question; what will I wear today? She thought to herself. Courtney glanced up at Ali from the bed, she was on her phone texting. "You should wear that new silky yellow top you bought last week." Courtney told her. Alison smiled. "Hey, I was just thinking of wearing that, anyways." Alison shrugged. "Great minds think alike." Courtney murmured. "Or it's just twins communicating through their minds." Alison laughed. Alison put her head on top of Courtney's shoulder. "Who are you texting?" She asked. "Oh, just Bryce. What a fucking idiot. I don't like him. He asked me for nudes. That does not get you a date." Courtney groaned. "That sucks. Wanna get rid of him?" Alison smirked, winking. "Don't joke like that." Courtney widened her eyes. "I don't care. I love Tristan. He'll protect me."
Tristan. Too bad I slept with him last month...
