A/N: OKAY I CANT HELP IT. can we just pretend they're not sisters for a minute? Also, I'm writing Ali a little older than she would have actually been when she was hanging out with Cece because i think she was like 13-14 and that just feels too weird for me to write lol. So I'm writing her as more 15-16... Also, ended it this way so if anyone wants to tell me what direction they want this to go i can get some opinions before i decide...

Chapter 2.

"You know you're threatened by her, right?" Cece asked as she threw her keys down on her counter kitchen.

"Who?" Alison asked, "Pigskin?" she laughed, "You're wrong."

Cece shrugged, "Just calling it like I see it, Ali."

"Why would I…" Alison decided she didn't want her insightful friend to answer the question she was about to ask.

Cece fixed her with a look as the two lounged on her couch, "Ali, are you ever going to – "

"I don't want to talk about that," Alison said sharply.

Cece backed off, "Alright, cool. What do you wanna do tonight? You wanna go out? You bring your id?"

Alison shrugged, "Not really," she grumbled, "Can we just hang out here?"

"Sure," Cece nodded, "My turn to pick the movie though," she grinned.

"Great," Alison sighed, "More horror. I don't know how you watch that stuff alone, Cece."

Her friend laughed, "It's okay, I'll hold you in the scary parts," she teased, noting the blush appear briefly on Ali's cheeks before she composed herself and rolled her eyes.

Cece lay casually on the couch with her feet propped up on the coffee table as she watched the tv screen calmly.

Alison on the other hand bought her knee's in to her chest and tried to stop herself shaking. A gasp escaped her throat as yet another victim lost their life in the horror her friend had chosen.

Cece tore her eyes away from the screen to look at her young friend. She smiled and slid closer to her.

"You want me to turn it off?" she asked gently.

Alison shook her head, "I'm not scared," she answered defiantly.

Cece rolled her eyes, "Ali, it's just me. If it's really scaring you – "

"It's not," Alison insisted though she moved a little closer to Cece.

Cece smiled before casting her glance back to the television.

Alison knocked on the door gently. Cece opened the door quickly, her lamp was still on and a book opened on her bed.

"Ali?"

Alison nibbled her lip.

"You okay?" Cece asked.

Alison shrugged, "I can't sleep," she mumbled.

Cece's lips tugged into a smile, "I knew we should have turned that movie off," she chuckled.

"I'm not scared," Alison grumbled.

Cece just fixed her with that stare that always made her friend crumble.

"Maybe I'm a little scared," she said quietly.

Cece smiled as she climbed back into her bed, "Come on then," she nodded towards the spot next to her.

Alison hesitated before sighing and climbing in beside her friend, "Thanks, Cece," she mumbled.

Cece chuckled, "It's what I'm here for, babe."

Ali bit her lip, "You're right, you know."

"I knew it, sometimes I forget you're not old enough to watch R rated movies," Cece laughed.

Alison shook her head, "No, I mean… um. I mean, about… I think, sometimes," she frowned, "I like girls."

Cece put her book down and turned to her friend, "Sometimes?" she asked.

"I don't know," Alison mumbled, "Sometimes I think a boy is cute… but sometimes girls are… they make me feel weird."

Cece smiled, "Ali, that's okay. You don't have to make up your mind and only like boys or girls."

Alison tilted her head and frowned, "You don't? But most people – "

"What have I told you about most people, Ali? They're boring," Cece claimed, "You can like anyone you want. So, is there an actual crush here or?" she quirked an eyebrow.

Alison shrugged, "Not really," she mumbled, "Girls are confusing."

Cece smiled, "Remember I told you I hooked up the other week?"

Alison nodded, "Yeah, I remember."

"That was with a girl," Cece shrugged.

Alison looked surprised, "Really?" she asked, propping herself up on her elbow, "Was it good?" she asked quickly before biting her lip, "Forget I asked that," she mumbled.

Cece laughed loudly, "Sure, it was good. Girls smell nicer than guys, that's for sure."

Alison giggled, "So… if it was good, why didn't you call her or anything?"

Cece smiled, "Well, she might have been good in the bedroom but other than that…" she shrugged.

"You can't say that!" Alison exclaimed.

Cece rolled her eyes, "We both knew what it was, one night stand's are okay, Ali," she shrugged, "But not for you, okay?"

Alison frowned, "Why are they okay for you but not for me?"

Cece thought for a moment, "Because I'm older," she settled on, "And you're young and inexperienced… I don't want anyone to take advantage of you."

Alison sighed, "You're not my mum, you know."

"No, I'm not," Cece agreed, "But it's still my job to protect you, Ali."

Alison bit her lip. God, there was that feeling again. Right deep down in her gut. She couldn't help it. What was happening to her? Her lips met Cece's soft ones and they were so soft and –

"Ali," Cece ran after her friend, "Hey, hey," she tugged at her hand, forcing her friend to turn around.

Alison sniffed, her eyes red.

Cece put a hand on her cheek, "Ali… it's alright," she said gently, "Let's talk about it."

Alison shook her head, "There's nothing to talk about, I have to go home," she said with a sniff.

"Ali," Cece sighed, "You have a crush. It's okay."

Alison shook her head again, avoiding Cece's eyes, "No, it's not okay," she growled.

"Why not?" Cece asked softly.

"Because you're my best friend and I don't want to stop hanging out with you," Alison started crying again.

"Alison, I'm not going to stop hanging out with you," Cece said firmly.

Alison wiped her eyes, angry at herself for crying, "But I have to stop hanging out with you."

"Why?" Cece frowned.

"Because you make me feel funny," the words slipped out of Alison's mouth before she could stop them.

Cece hesitated, watching her younger friend stare at the floor and shuffle from one foot to the other, trying not to cry. Then she stepped forward.

"Ali…"