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Emison Flashback.

"Be careful," Spencer warned. "Be back before Sunday night. I don't like being home alone for a long time."

I scoffed. "Spence, I'm your sister. Don't you think I know that already? We've slept in the same bed ever since mom and dad left." I watched as her face transformed into anger and I immediately regretted bringing our parents up. "I'm sorry," I sighed.

She shook her head. "No it's fine. I just. . . I just don't know how many times I'm going to have to correct you. They abandoned us Ali, they are never coming back."

A small smile crept onto my face and her eyebrows furrowed, "What?" She asked, curiosity taking over her voice. I only shook my head and grabbed my keys. I made my way towards the front door, but was immediately stopped by my sister's hand wrapping around my wrist and pulling me back. "What Alison? Tell me."

"Nothing," I started, "It's just funny how you're still so mad at them. . . why? I'm not angry anymore, honestly. I really don't care that they chose Jason and Melissa over us, their real children, it's their loss." I paused to look into Spencer's eyes. "They left the most smartest, funniest, and admiring kids in the world. Let's prove to them we can live without them."

Spencer's face rose into a small smile. "I love you, so much." Her arms wrapped around my neck tightly and I couldn't help but laugh. "Don't laugh at me, you jerk."

"I'm sorry," I said in between laughter. "You're such a crybaby, I can't help it." I walked out of the door and Spencer followed. "Oh and if I meet anybody on the way, I'll be sure to mention that I have a sister who is single." Spencer pursed her lips together, trying to hold in her laughter. I stepped into my sister's car and looked up to her.

She rolled her eyes at me. "I hate you, you know that?" She chuckled, slowly backing away from the car. "Take care of my baby, she's the only nice thing I have right now."

I nodded and pulled out of the driveway, "See you Sunday. Hey, so you won't be alone, I'll call Paige and-"

"Hell no. I'll just call Aria and Hanna, movie night and stuff."

I furrowed my eyebrows, "You don't like your cousin?"

"No. . . it's not that, Paige is just annoying. She talks too much and I don't need anyone to talk to, I just need someone to hang out with."

I shook my head at my sister and smiled. "Bye Spencer,"

She waved slowly and playful pout formed on her face. "Bye Blondie."

A Few Hours Later.

I had finally reached the college and my first thought was to take a picture. I pulled out my phone and quickly took a picture. The university was huge, but there weren't that many kids, which was even better. I made my way down the walk way and my eyes fell onto another pair of eyes, almost like the person was watching me. But once I caught them staring, they pretended to look elsewhere.

The figure then started to walking towards me, her mouth twisting into a small smile. I looked around elsewhere, feeling uncomfortable at the moment. The person was now in front of me. "Hi," they spoke, their voice lighter than ever. Well, it was light, but almost seductive. The person had perfect teeth and her hair flowed gently down her back. "I'm Emily, but I prefer Catherine." She extended her hand, waiting for me to shake her hand.

I shook the brunette's hand and smiled, "Alison DiLaurentis."

She looked down at our hands and stared at them for a while. "Your hands are really soft," she said, hazily almost like she didn't know what she were saying. A small laugh escaped my lips,

"What?"

She snatched her hand out of mine and her head fell. "I'm sorry," she let out apologetically, "Sometimes I'm not in control of what's coming out of my mouth. My mind says it then it just spills out of my mouth."

I couldn't help but tilt my head to the side with a smile. In my softest, sweetest, and flirtiest voice ever. "You think my hands are soft?" I chuckled, grabbing her hand again. "Well, yours aren't too bad either, Emily."

She cleared her throat. "Who knew we could be so honest with each other in the first few minutes of meeting?" Emily asked, but I just shrugged. "Oh and by the way, call me Catherine, I like that name better."

I shook my head and couldn't help but ask.

"Why?"

She looked over at me and her eyebrows furrowed, then straightened back out. "Your face is very clear."

I scoffed, "Your mind talking for you, again?"

"Nah," she laughed. "This is just me, being honest. . . and trying to change the subject of my name." I couldn't help but laugh softly at her. "But I don't think you're going to let that go, are you?"

I shook my head, "Not a chance."

Emily rolled her eyes playfully and began to speak, "Catherine is my middle name, someone very special gave it to me." She paused, with a smirk on her face. "And I'm stopping there. I'm not telling you anymore information."

"Well," I crossed my arms over my chest and looked into the evening sky. "I think it's cute that you're replacing your middle with your first name because of someone special." I turned my head to look at her again, her cheeks were beet red and I couldn't help but laugh.

"So, um are you from around here?" Emily asked, now turning to walk down the rest of the walkway. I followed closely behind her and nodded my head,

"Sorta," I smiled. "Is Rosewood close enough to be considered 'around here'?" I teased, creating the smile that formed on Emily's mouth.

"Not that close compared to New Jersey, but close yeah, I guess."

I finally caught up with Emily's walked speed and paced myself. I opened my mouth to ask the next question, but was interrupted by the sound of Emily's mouth. "Are you hungry?" She asked, "I would love to show you around the place." The brunette suggested.

My eyebrows rose in shock, "You're not shy, are you?"

Her head fell shyly and her cheeks transformed once again, "I learned to stop being shy when I came out of the closet." She admitted. "So. . .? What do you say? Get some food with a lesbian?"

I hmmed. "It depends,"

"On what?" She smiled lightly, okay. She was adorable.

"Don't ever call yourself a lesbian again," I replied. "I don't like labels."

Emily held her hand out to me and I gladly took it, then Emily had said, "Deal."

A few minutes later.

Instead of going to an actual restaurant for dinner, Emily decided that it would be nicer for us to go back on Danby campus and eat. It was, and I'm not going to lie, she was really funny and I loved the jealous(I assume.) glares all the girls were giving me. Let's be real, I loved the attention, period. I smiled as Emily rambled about how her father and mother had forced her to join an anti-gay group called 'Tree Tops' and even scheduled her an appointment with one of the group's "kiss asses", as Emily would call them.

"They threatened me," She laughed, causing me to raise my eyebrow, now wanting her to continue. "They said if I I didn't go to the meetings or participate how they asked me to, they would send me off to Iowa with my Aunt Helene and her yanky doodle dandy kids." Emily finished with her best southern accent.

I shook my head, laughing like crazy. "Your parents are hilarious,"

Emily scoffed. "Please," she scolded, her face twisting into one of those nasty looks, kind of like the ones my sister, Spencer gets when we're talking about me hooking up with our AP English teacher, Ezra Fitz. . not like I did or anything. "You wouldn't think that when you've spent eighteen years with them in the same house." She then bit the last piece of her burger and swallowed it in one gulp. "They don't even like me wearing t-shirts."

"Too much skin?" I asked playfully, my voice now switching gears. "Well, I know people who would love to see you in a T-shirt." I watched as Emily ducked her head, but not quick to where I couldn't see how red her cheeks had gotten. A small smirk pierced through my lips and I couldn't help but to giggle at how cute she was being.

"What's funny?" Emily asked, her head still ducked. "You shouldn't do stuff like that. . ." she mumbled well enough for me to hear.

"Stuff like what?"

"Flirt with me," She replied, her head now rising back up to connect her eyes with mine. She cleared her throat. "I'm like a ticking time bomb, and I don't know when I'll blow." She smiled weakly. "Just a warning so don't flirt unless you really mean it."

I chuckled softly with a nod. "Are you gonna eat that?" The brunette sitting across from me asked, referring to my half eaten burger and a full bowl of fries. I shrugged and pushed the plate with my burger over to her.

"I'm eating my fries, you can have the burger."

"Thanks," I said, taking a huge of my burger. When she finished the food that was in her mouth, she asked a question that made my heart drop. "What are your parents like?"

I felt my heart break in my chest. Knowing that I've been without my parents for over a year now, what was I supposed to say? The only choice I had was to lie. "My parents are hard workers, I barely see them and when I do, it's only because I actually go to where they work to talk to them. . . or get my allowance." I chuckled, and Emily's eyebrows raised.

"Wow," she laughed, finishing up the burger she had in her hand. "My parents stopped giving me allowances in the 9th grade, which was when I really needed them."

"I was joking, Emily." I admitted with a small smile. "My parents never gave us allowances."

My parents never gave us anything. Spencer and I always had to make our own money while Melissa and Jason got what they wanted. Let's face it; our parents didn't want us farreal, that's why they adopted Jason and Melissa, the older and "maturer"(as my parents would put it.) kids. I will always not understand what it was that we did so wrong to be treated the way we did, to be abandoned the way we were, to be unloved the way we were.

"Are you okay?" Emily's voice pulled me away from my thoughts.

"Oh uh, yeah. I'm alright. I was just. . . thinking about something." I said in my most nonchalant voice. I put my elbows on the table and leaned against my hands. "Isn't Danby like an athletic college? You don't seem like an athlete."

Emily placed her hand over her chest and gasped in a shocked, but playful way. "I play sports. . . sometimes I watch."

"Oh yeah?" I challenged. "Please enlighten me on what types of sports you play." I smirked softly at her and she let out a small giggle.

Three Weeks Later.

Ever since that college visit and meeting Emily Fields, the two of us had become inseparable. I had been driving to Philadelphia every weekend to see her, we would text like most of the day, and sometimes(when Spencer was asleep.) we would spend a lot of time talking on the phone at night, which would not be good for the next morning.

Speaking of Emily, as if on cue, my phone buzzed and I retrieved it from my pocket. Today was Friday, which means Emily Fun Day. A smile over came my face as I read over the text from her.

It's Friday, which means I choose what we do today. And today, we are playing video games. I know you hate them, but I really need to beat this mission I've been stuck on for a week. Mom says hi.

-Emily xox

I rolled my eyes at the last part of her text. Emily Fields, believe it or not, was a huge video game nerd. It's basically what we do every Sunday, even though I've begged her a million times to do something else. She also has this weird obsession with zombies and classical movies. . . or both into one. I quickly typed a reply,

Ugh fine, at least I won't see them twice in one weekend. I have fun with Theft Auto.

-Ali :)

It's GRAND Theft Auto, you loser.

-Em xx

Whatever geek. See you in a few hours.

-Ali cox

"What are you smiling about?" Spencer asked, walking into the house covered in sweat and only a sports bra and tights on.

"You know," I smiled, turning towards her and shoving my phone in my back pocket. "You look really hot like that, you should totally go run by Ezra's house, he has a thing for younger girls, well, students to be. . ."

"Okay, first of all," Spencer interrupted, her face twisting into her signature scowl, "Ew. And second of all, I like girls. . . preferably my age with a nice sense of humor."

I stuck my tongue out at her and she rolled her eyes. "I'm leaving,"

"I know," Spencer laughed. "Ali, I don't know if you've noticed but you leave every weekend and you don't come back until Sunday." My sister crossed her arms over her chest and her eyes narrowed. "Is there something you're not telling me? Have you met someone? Is he smart? Are you secretly meeting with Ezra?"

"I've never hooked up with him, gosh." I chuckled, grabbing Spencer's keys and walking towards the door. "It's just college stuff, preparation."

"I got accepted into Princeton and I never have this much college prep. . . or stuff." She said, not buying a single excuse I had. I rolled my eyes and walked outside.

"You need to get in the shower,"

"Why?" Spencer flashed a confused, lop sided smile.

"Because I want to hug you, but I can't because you're all sweaty." I scowled. Spencer's face twisted into an evil smile and she slowly walked over to me. I backed away with each step forward she had took. "Spence, don't you dare. . ." Too late, she had already wrapped her sweaty, lanky arms around my body. "Eww," I scolded, trying to push her away. "This is fucking gross."

"It's just sweat," The brunette said, playfully. "My sweat is your sweat."

"Not entirely."

"We have the same father."

"And different mothers, so therefore my sweat is not your sweat," I laughed, finally getting Spencer to let go. "Mine is cleaner."

"I don't think anyone's sweat is clean, Ali."

I rolled my eyes and got into the car. "Whatever, I'm already running late. I'll see you later, sister."

"Bye," Spencer put on her best pouty faced and back away from the car. "Drive safely."

"Watch TV safely." I laughed, pulling out of the driveway and away from the house. It broke my heart every time I pulled out of the driveway, leaving my sister.

Spencer was always so sweet to me, even though when we first saw each other, I treated her like shit. It just took one body slam(literally, she bodyslammed me.) to the ground to make me understand she wasn't a puppet nor dog. She was the best sister anyone could ever ask for. Spencer is perfect.

An Hour Later.

I listened as Mr and Mrs Fields were telling me the story of how he proposed to her, apparently, it was in Paris, France. My mom never told me stories like this, which was why I listened to every little detail.

"And get this," Mr Fields added, and I raised my eyebrows urging him to continue. "I even used Google Translate to propose to her in French." He chuckled, "It didn't go so well,"

"Yeah," Pam interrupted. "It was terrible, but I said yes anyway." She smiled, wrapping her arms around her husband. I glanced over at Emily to see her half asleep and slumped onto the couch.

"Emmy, how many times do I have to tell you to never fall asleep on guests?" He laughed, resting his hand on his daughter's knee. "Wake up,"

"Alison's not a guest," Emily mumbled, still half asleep. "She's been here many times. I'm pretty sure she's okay with it."

"That's what you get for playing Grand Theft Auto all day." I smirked, nudging her in the stomach. She let out a small groan and stood up from the couch.

"Let's go," She muttered, grabbing my hand and dragging me into her room. She shut the door, locking it afterwards. She then pulled me towards her by my waist and our lips crashed together.

I smiled into the kiss, cupping both of her cheeks with my hands. Emily's grip around my waist tightened as she pulled our bodies closer together. My hands fell from her cheeks, down to her chest, squeezing her breasts with both hands. She released a moan, before pulling away with a smile.

Emily and I not only had been meeting up for those three weeks, but we had also been hooking up. . . that's it, nothing else. No sex. . . even though we had gotten pretty close on occasions, I had pulled away before anything got too aggressive. That's why I couldn't tell Spencer where I was going. Oh I'm just going to hook up with this girl I met at that college meet, even though I'm straight. Wouldn't be a good response, which is why I'm glad Spencer isn't that type of sister that forces you to say something you're not comfortable with saying yet.

"I saw my ex the other day," Emily whispered, her eyes falling to the floor. "She wanted to have tea."

"And what did you tell her?" I teased, grabbing her hand and playing with her fingers. "You know I would be fine with it, right? I mean, it's not like we're dating or anything." I smiled, observing her facial expressions. A saddened expression poured onto her face and my eyes brows furrowed, "Woah, what just happened? You okay?"

"Oh. . I just. . I. ." she stuttered. "I thought we were a thing, which is why I told her no. I told her I was with someone already."

"Oh Em," I chuckled. "You have the wrong idea, I like boys."

Her eyes met mine and they slightly crinkled. "Then why are you kissing me?" She asked and honestly, that was a really good question. Why am I hooking up with her?

"I don't. . know." Really bad response. My eyes shut tightly, immediately regretting my answer. Spencer's words rang in my ear.

Three words a person doesn't wanna hear is 'I don't know', especially a boyfriend slash girlfriend, for me.

"Oh so you were playing me?" Emily asked, her voice filled with hurt.

"Emily, no. ."

"Leave," The brunette demanded, her nostrils flaring. "Now."

"Em." I said, in a pleading tone. "I didn't mean to say that. . ."

"Leave." She said more sternly and this time, without saying a word, I walked slowly out of her room, downstairs where Wayne and Pam Fields were still sitting on the living room couch,

"Leaving already?" Pam asked.

"Yeah," I smiled weakly. "I just remembered that there's something I need to do," I lied, walking towards the door. "I'll see you next Friday, Mr and Mrs Fields." Another lie.

"Okay," Wayne smiled. "Bye Alison."

I waved goodbye to Wayne and Pam once more and got into my sister's car, pulling out of the driveway, without looking back. I had a feeling that, that would be my last time seeing Emily, until I ran into her at the grocery store. She still looked the same and it seemed like Spence was really interested. Let's just hope Spencer and Emily, or shall I say Catherine, work out. . but you guys already know what they say about hope. . it breeds eternal misery.