Chapter 2

Emily awoke the next day with a headache, although she didn't have any other symptoms of a hangover. The usual bright light of the sun peeping through her closed blinds as her early wakeup call was instead replaced with the soft rumble of thunder in the distance. Unwillingly opening her eyes she looked up from her warm pillow and over to her covered window, already detesting the fact that it was going to be one of those rainy, slow Friday's.
Standing from her bed Emily opened her blinds to look at the day outside, it was miserable, the rain hadn't stopped since the night before and the sun was nowhere to be seen.
Emily looked down from her apartment at the misty street below and realised Hanna's car was parked.
Like she had a mental cue the blonde burst through the door with the daily newspaper in her hands.

"Oh. My. God!" She screamed while making her way to Emily.

"Well good morning Hanna, come on in." She yawned as she walked over to wardrobe and pulled out the nearest jacket, a pill of her dirty soccer clothes occupying a good percentage of the floor in the small space and was creating an undesirable smell that she tried to hide by closing the door.
She wasn't even sure why she had signed up to play a sport she wasn't really interested in but her friend Samara had insisted and she couldn't say no. Getting distracted Emily drew her attention back to Hanna who seemed more hyperactive than usual, she would think about soccer later.

"No wonder you stayed later last night!" Hanna exclaimed, ignoring Emily's previous sarcastic remark.

"What are you talking about?" She questioned as she placed the woollen item over her head.

"Everyone is talking about it." Hanna continued as she paced around the room clutching to the newspaper.

"Talking about what, Hanna?" Emily rubbed her head, as if the motion would somehow make the pain disappear. Stopping in her tracks Hanna opened the paper that looked like it had opened and closed on twenty separate occasions. On the front cover was a large picture, it was blurry but never the less still easily recognised was Emily and Alison sitting at the bar holding hands.
Her mouth dropped in horror as she read the headlines:

"FAMOUS AND FLIRTY!"

A source tells Rosewood Daily that the famous actress Alison DiLaurentis was found at the club scene late last night and has been seen getting very up close and personal with local accountant Emily Fields.
The big time superstar has been rumoured to move here to shoot a new movie and was out last night in disguise as an attempt to what we believe, to be normal.
Read more on page 6.

"How did they even get my name?" Emily swallowed in terror.

"Wait, wait. It gets better, go to page six." Hanna rambled quickly as she watched Emily's eyebrows rise.
Turning the paper very slowly as if hoping that on page six was a completely different story, knowing however that wouldn't be the case she sat on the bed and found the page she was dreading to view.
Slapped across two full pages were several different pictures of her and Alison and a large picture of them kissing in the alley was staring directly at her.
Many questions ran through Emily's head, she was not aware of who this DiLaurentis girl was but it seemed that the girl she had meet last night was not only famous, but super duper crazy famous.

"Who is she?" Emily asked, though she knew the Alison she met last night was the Alison DiLaurentis they were talking about in the newspaper, she was slightly confused as to why such a famous celebrity would be talking to her.

"Well I'd hope you'd know, Emily. You seemed to enjoy kissing her last night!" Hanna giggled playfully.

"No, I mean who is she? I'm well aware that I was kissing her last night. I've never seen her before."

"Oh my god, Emily! You've never heard of Alison DiLaurentis? I bet she was offended."

"I obviously didn't know she was famous last night, dingus!" Emily muttered while trying to rub away the headache that was growing.

"How could you not know? She's been on every headline for months, her movie posters are practically everywhere and I'm pretty sure she's even in some TV commercials." Hanna sat down next to Emily and looked between her and the photos spread over the paper. "Is she a good kisser?"

"Seriously?" Emily looked from the offending article to her friend who merely shrugged her shoulders in response.

"What? That girl is so attractive she made me question my sexuality."

"You're not helping."

"Man, Paige is going to spew when she sees this!" Hanna commented as she grabbed the paper and continued to stare at the crappy photos that had obviously been taken on a phone. She had never been a fan of Paige, or more the way she treated Emily in the relationship.
Emily's head snapped up in horror at the thought of ex-girlfriend.

"Fuck."

"Oh don't worry about it! It's finally some pay back for all the shit she put you through."

"Hanna, I don't want pay back. I just want to get on with my life." Emily rolled her eyes and looked over at her bedside table where her phone sat charging, she was secretly hoping Alison would call, although she had a gut feeling that was never going to happen now.

"Well getting with the biggest, hottest celebrity on the planet is always a good start."

"I didn't get with her, we just talked and it was nice."

"By the looks of it, it was one steamy kiss Em." Hanna turned the paper around in different directions and stared intrusively.

"Can you please stop looking at that?" Emily snatched the article from Hanna's hands and scrunched it up into large ball before throwing it in her mini bin across the room.

"I'll just go on the internet and look then." She smiled mischievously. Emily rolled her eyes and reached for her phone.
No messages, but it was almost nine in the morning.

"Shit! We're going to be late for work!" She jumped from the bed and rushed to her wardrobe pulling out the nicest blouse she could find, ignoring the smell that emitted from the floor.

"Relax Em, we've got half an hour."

Within ten minutes Emily was dressed and was onto doing her make-up. Hanna was flicking through the several articles on her phone about Alison and Emily; it was amazing how much trafficking the internet could do in one night.

"Will you stop that?" Emily said noticing the blonde's scavenger hunt for information.

"Did you know she's younger than us? God, that's depressing."

"Why is that depressing?" Emily murmured as she finalised her eyeliner.

"Because she's accomplished more in a year, then I will in my whole life."

"Right, anyway since you're here you can take me to work." Emily replied as she made her way out of her room and down the hallway towards the front door, Hanna close behind.

"Fine but you've got to clean up your apartment; I can smell your soccer stuff from here." She chuckled as she followed Emily outside and waited for her to lock the door.

*
As Hanna drove the jittery Emily into town for work she would occasionally glimpse over to the side and away from the road to find her idly playing with her fingers.

"Something on your mind?" She giggled as she pulled the car to a complete halt in the offices allocated car park underground. Emily looked up, so distracted with her thoughts she didn't even realise Hanna had turned the car off and was grabbing her bag.

"It's nothing, look can we not bring up the whole... Alison DiLaurentis thing? I just want to make it through today and then have the weekend to myself."

"Alright, alright, I'll restrain myself."

They got out of the car in unison and listened to the sound of their doors shut echo through the large underground space.
Making their way to the elevator Hanna was trying to not to explode from holding in so many questions, she wasn't even sure as to how she had lasted the twenty minute car trip in mostly silence.

"Do you think many people will know?" Emily questioned as the elevator doors shut and the gears roared to life, pulling them up and out of the concrete cavern.

"Nah, probably not." The blonde lied, trying not to push any of Emily's buttons. She really had no clue what was in store for that day but she sure as hell wasn't going to break any bad news to Emily.
Hanna was a receptionist while Emily worked in accounting, their jobs easy enough but busy enough to keep them occupied.
Emily was hoping that today would fly by and considering it was a Friday she would only be there until five thirty.
The doors opened again to reveal the mostly white hallways of the office, cubicles were in every different direction while in the centre was a medium size desk where the receptionists answered phone calls.
Every head moved in their direction as the bing of the doors chimed throughout the floor, when the on lookers realised who was entering they began whispering to one another. Though less than ten people were working that day Emily looked over at Hanna with raised eyebrows; she merely smiled innocently and tried to ignore the eyes that were bearing into her and Emily.

"I said probably not." She defended as they walked into the room.

"Hmm." She mumbled sarcastically. "I'll see you at lunch."
Walking away Emily put her head down and sat in her chair, finding sanctuary in her small cubicle.
Turning her computer on, it slowly began buzzing with power and hummed until the black screen went blue and then to the log in menu.
Entering her details, she stood slightly and looked at the different cubicles in the room, as her head left the space of her own several heads that had surfaced disappeared downwards.
Rolling her eyes she waited for her computer to log in, today however it seemed to be taking forever, her office seriously needed to update their technology. Pulling her phone from her pockets she checked if there were any messages.
Disappointed to find none she heard her boss Bill, open his private office door and it distracted her momentarily long enough to forget about the crappy technology. He was young, maybe in his mid thirties, his dark brown hair was well kept and he was always suited up nicely.

"Emily?" He called as he found her and waved his hand with a smile, suppressing a cringe when she caught his eye she smiled back and walked towards his office.
She could feel everyone's eyes on her as she walked, she felt like she was in high school again, getting called out for passing a note in class or something.

"Come in." He motioned as she stopped in front of him waiting for his instructions.

"Is everything alright, Mr. Campton?" Emily asked as she turned around to face her boss as he shut the door behind them.

"Yes of course, Emily. And come on, no one calls me that here." He sat down at his desk and motioned her to sit in one of the two seats that were placed across from him. Seating she watched him button up his blazer and look towards his computer which was one of the latest in Mac Products.

"Sorry, Bill." She corrected herself. "Is everything okay?"

"Yes, I just called you in to discuss a few things." Emily swallowed, trying to ignore the anxiety that was sitting in the pit of her stomach. "Now I wanted to make note of all the fuss that has been made in the news today and I wanted to make sure that you were okay?"

Emily was mildly surprised at his concern but she smiled respectfully before answering.

"I'm okay."

"Good, now I know what it's like to be bothered by the media, so if you need anything feel free to ask. Also if anyone in the office is giving you problems I can sort it out, I have no tolerance for gossip."

"Thank you, Bill." Emily was thankful for his generosity but at the same time she was extremely embarrassed for being in the situation.

"Alright, well we'd better get back to work. Can't run the business chit-chatting, can we?" Emily smiled courteously before exiting the room.

A few hours had passed slowly but Emily had managed to get her work done, Hanna walked over to her cubicle and knocked on the plywood, interrupting her thoughts.

"I got us some lunch; want to join me in the staff room?"

"Yeah, sounds good." Heading down the hall the girls made their way to the lunch room, it had a few occupants who looked curiously at the door but quickly averted their eyes when they realised who was entering. The television was on the news channel but no one was listening, it was just providing some background cover noise for the people who always chewed that little bit too loudly.

"God, it's not like I've murdered someone." Emily whispered as she and Hanna sat down at a free table, again trying to ignore the looks that were burning holes in their backs.

"They're all just jealous cause they weren't the ones with her." Hanna joked, trying to keep Emily slightly positive about the situation.

"It was just a kiss, Hanna."

"You and I know that but others don't. You know what the media is like; it's been giving Alison DiLaurentis more grief than you." Hanna looked towards the screen where an old gentleman on the news was talking about some Politian debate, boring her beyond compare.

"I don't understand why she didn't tell me... she was famous." Emily rubbed her head subconsciously before opening the sandwich Hanna had bought her.

"I don't understand either. So, just to be clear... you guys didn't...uh..."

"God Hanna, I just broke up with Paige." She rolled her eyes in frustration and took a large bite out of her food.

"Rebound sex is always good." She whispered.

"I'm not one for rebound sex. Anyway she's not a rebound." Hanna raised her eyebrows curiously, she could understand the brunette's frustration but she couldn't help being so nosey.

"It's more than that?"

"I don't know and I'll probably never know. She's never going to call me."

"Why don't you call her?"

"I never got her number." Emily answered disappointedly but before Hanna could respond the man on the National news screen began talking about some sort of breaking news that caught everyone's attention.

"Big news in the Hollywood world today as the famous superstar Alison DiLaurentis comes into the spotlight once again. This time however the actress has been found sneaking around in the back alleys and sleazy bars of a small town called Rosewood. The twenty-one year old has been spotted in a dark bar at the early hours of the morning with another young woman, they been described as comfortable and flirty."

Emily watched the television as several pictures of her and Alison began to pop up next to the reporter, rubbing her head once more she pushed away the sandwich and continued to watch the news.

"For months now the star has never been seen with a male companion and then came to raise the question of her sexuality. A few months ago when question by Fashion Magazine 'Runway' she replied with this:"

The screen went black and then went straight to a video of Alison sitting on a comfy white lounge, a poster of one of her movies in the background.

"I am still young; at my age there is no need to always be with someone. Just because I choose to live on my own or be on my own doesn't mean one needs to question my sexuality. A woman can choose to be lonely if she so wish desires. If a man in this community was alone they would consider him a bachelor but if a woman is alone she is either unaware of her sexuality or crazy. Sexuality is not something to be questioned and definitely not something to be ashamed of."

Emily smiled at how determined Alison was; even from an old interview she radiated beauty and dominance, it was something she picked up in the blonde instantly the night before.

"Even for such a young woman, Alison DiLaurentis is definitely strong with her words, earlier this morning our very own Jayne Gregson caught the stifling celebrity on her way to her movie set."

"Miss DiLaurentis! Miss DiLaurentis! Jayne Gregson from 'National five News'. Is it true about your scandalous relationship with Emily Fields? Do you have anything to comment?"

Alison was getting into a black car with some taller gentleman, he was basically pure muscle and went to turn the cameraman away when the woman reporter snuck passed him with her microphone and pestered Alison for an answer. Emily's heart skipped a beat when she looked at Alison; the blonde was dressed in a beautiful flowery dress and it flowed gently in the breeze or with each graceful movement.

"I have no comment."

Her answer was almost robotic as she waved her security guard off the cameraman, it seemed the quicker he was at her side the quicker she could get in the car.

"But Miss DiLaurentis! There is substantial evidence to show your relationship with Emily Fields was more than a friendly chat at a bar, can you tell us what happened?"

"What happened between Miss Fields and I, is between us and it will remain with only us, thank you for your time but I am already late."

The blonde turned away from the camera and was in the car and out of sight before the reporter could ask another question. Emily was glad she hadn't gone into great detail about what had happened the night before.
Watching interview lead her to believe that though there was no possible way for Alison to know Emily was watching that news report, she was sending a clear message in hopes that Emily wouldn't reveal anything. Not that she would have anyway; she was still too shocked to even believe this was really happening.

"Miss DiLaurentis hasn't been seen since she left her movie set with her security guard early this afternoon. Unfortunately, we couldn't get a hold of Emily Fields for a comment but with the lack of appearance on her behalf we have reason to believe the young woman is just after her fifteen minutes of fame."

"What!?" Emily stood from her chair, causing all heads to turn in her direction. Forgetting where she was she grabbed her bag and left the room, not bothering to listen to the rest of the news report.

"Hey, don't worry about it. It's just the news, no one listens to that." Hanna followed Emily to Bill's office. Knocking on the door Emily turned to Hanna and raised her eyes higher than she though physically possible.
Moments later Bill came to the door, he opened it in surprise when he realised it was Emily; he had obviously just watched the news report himself.

"Hi Mr. Campton, look I'm really sorry to bother you but can I please leave early today? I've done all the work you assigned me to do and I'll even work over time next week." Emily was flustered and beyond embarrassed as she asked her boss to leave.

"That won't be necessary Emily. You can go." He smiled sympathetically before Emily quickly turned to Hanna.

"I'll call you later."

Seconds later Emily was gone, she didn't bother to wait for the elevator and instead took the stairs. Almost jumping them she made her way outside and placed her thick blazer on, the rain was light but it looked like it was going to hit harder any minute.
Breathing in the fresh air like she had been cooped up in a dark basement for years, Emily almost chocked as the icy atmosphere entered her lungs.
Pulling up her collar she headed down the road and began her long walk home.
She could feel the stares from others on the footpath bear into her as she quickly passed them, she was already regretting walking but she had no other option.

After about ten minutes of walking in the heavy rain and other people staring Emily felt like she was going to lose it, quickly turning down an alley to avoid any more people she decided she would take the back route home. It was only five minutes longer onto the walk and if that meant less people staring then five minutes could bring it on.
Moments later she could hear the sound of a car humming behind her; at first she thought they were just waiting for her to move so they could overtake her but when she adjusted her position to the far side the car remained its position.
Turning around to a complete stop Emily tried to focus on the driver but with the tinted windows it was useless. It was a slick car, it looked expensive and very fast but for the sports car design it was also very large, making the "Ferrari" symbol on the front very noticeable.
The car pulled up next to her and the passenger door opened, at first she couldn't see who was inside because of how heavy the rain was but when a voice soon followed she moved closer to hear.

"Well you're not going to let my car get wet on the inside are you?" She recognised the voice instantly.
Awkwardly slipping in the car and shutting the door behind her Emily was met with Alison DiLaurentis' bright blue eyes staring straight at her.

"Seat belt." She commanded and quickly sped down the alley way and back out onto the streets. Emily didn't know what to say and she didn't know if she wanted to speak in the first place.
Alison DiLaurentis looked furious.

So a few people said Alison was a prostitute, which I thought was interesting! But unfortunately nahhhhhh, she's a celebrity :P
Hope you guys are enjoying it! I've gotten some very positive feedback.
Stay tuned for the next update

-Aemstar