Chapter 2

It was the last award of the night and I knew for a fact that I wasn't going to win. It was for best Rap Artist. Justin Timberlake was up there with Mila Kunis. I wasn't really listening to anything they were saying. I honestly didn't two shits if I was being honest. Winning awards didn't determine how good of an artist you were. "You are totally gonna win." Alison said to me, it disrupted me from my train of thought.

"I don't think so. I think its probably gonna go to Kendrick." I said honestly. The dude had some epic flow.

"And this award goes too…" Justin said, everyone around was waiting in anticipation. And I had to admit that I was a little curious to see who this years winner was going to be.

"TOXIC WASTE!" Mila Kunis yelled. Everyone cheered and as if on cue my music started playing. I was in shock, I didn't think I'd win that. I slowly stood up from my seat and Alison hugged me and gave me a small kiss on the cheek. I walked down the aisle and hugged and shook hands with a bunch of other artists there. I made my way up to the stage and hugged both of the presenters. I took the Moonman and card that had my name on it.

"If I'm honest I didn't expect to win this. So uh theres a couple of people I want to thank. I want to thank Marshall, I wanna thank my crew, I wanna thank Def Jam records for signing me, but most of all I just want to thank my fans because I wouldn't be here without you guys. You guys went out and bought my music and did covers on youtube. So thank y'all. But I don't wanna be referred to as Toxic Waste no more. Just call me Emily." I said lastly. I was led where to walk off the stage and everyone started filling out of the building. I walked out with Alison and she climbed into my car and we headed over to the after party. I helped her out of my car to be flashed with paps snapping photos and lights in my face which were temporarily blinding. We finally got into the building. It was popping, and I heard Ariana Grande singing something up on the little stage. We headed to the bar.

"You want a drink?" I asked Alison.

"Trying to get me drunk already? We haven't even had a first date yet." She flirted playfully.

"I'll take that as a yes." I said turning to the bar tender. "Hey man let me get a Rusty Nail, and a Thug Passion." I said with a smirk.

"Thug Passion?" She questioned with a cute look on her face.

"Yeah, its actually way more girly than you'd think. You'll like it I swear." I said. The bartender went to prepare the drinks.

"So, how do you feel about winning you're third VMA?" She asked me. I smirked.

"Its a pretty good award to win I guess. If I'm honest I wouldn't really care if I never won another award. I don't think awards describe how much talent someone has." I said honestly.

"Wow, you really are poetic." Alison said to me. I smiled. The bartender gave us our drinks and I gave him a hundred dollar bill.

"The bill was only 34." He said obviously confused.

"I know, keep the change." I said with a smile. He smiled and went to pocket the cash. I could tell he was a guy who was struggling. Probably had a kid, and was trying his best to do good for him.

"Why'd you do that?" The blonde girl asked me.

"Because, no one else will." I said honestly. I could tell she was confused by my answer but that was okay, I was the type of person that no one really understood. I looked over near the door and I saw a couple interviewers making their way over to different celebrities.

"So are you busy tomorrow? I'll be in LA for about another week, before I go to New York for a Jimmy Fallon interview." She asked me.

"I'm going to be doing an Ellen Interview tomorrow. And I'm supposed to be doing a dinner with my girlfriend. But I'm free on friday." I said.

"Sounds good to me." She said drinking some of her drink. "This is really good." She said. I smirked.

"I've heard I taste pretty good." I flirted shamelessly.

"Hmm...Maybe I should see for myself." Alison's blue eyes showed just a second of hesitation, then lust gave in and her lips rushed forward toward my own. She met her lips with mine, slowly slipping her tongue through my soft lips. I tasted the odd, yet delicious taste of her classic cherry chapstick, her saliva was circulating around my mouth. Her tongue slid deeper into my mouth. She slowly slid her hand down my pants' leg. This was definitely going to be all over the media, but I didn't care all that much. I heard the multiple snaps of camera's and I still didn't stop. I slid my hand down to her hips and rubbed the small of her back gently. She started tangling her hands in my soft brown hair. I was starting to run out of air. I released a little only to be pulled back almost immediately. She moved to she on my lap and I'm not even gonna lie, I was getting more turned on by the second.

She finally pulled away, but she still had her arms wrapped around my neck. "So, did that prove that I tasted good?" I asked, trying to keep my cool.

"Yeah." She leaned in to my ear. "It did." She slid off of my lap. "I've got to go. Make sure to call me when you get bored of your girlfriend." She said before walking away.

"Holy Shit…" I said under my breath.

"Damn...She came in like a wrecking ball." Miley said to me. She sat next to me at one of the blue bar stools.

"What do you want?" I asked, not trying to be rude but honestly wanting to get right to the point of this conversation. She smirked at me.

"Well, I was watching you're VMA performance earlier. And I heard around town that you were looking for a female voice to sing on a single." She said to me, her blue eyes twinkling.

"I'm planning on asking Taylor." I said seriously. Miley leaned in closer to me.

"Oh come on, it would suit me more. I've been on tons of rap tracks." She pointed out. It was then that I considered the option.

"Okay, fine. You can come into my studio and we can see how you sound." I said to her.

"When?" She asked.

"Tonight. And I'm getting bored of this party so I'd like to go now." I said, gathering my jacket. She stood up quickly.

"Is your buzzkill girlfriend going to be home?" She asked me. I actually let out a chuckle.

"Yeah she will be home." I said walking towards the door with her. I had to admit she was really hot, everything from her short blonde hair to her tattoo's. She attached her hand to my forearm as we walked outside. The paps were snapping endless photos.

"Who are you dating?! Miley, Alison, or Ellen?!" One of them yelled.

"Are you breaking up with Ellen Page?!" Another yelled.

"Are you having an affair with Alison Dilaurentis?!"

"Are you dating Eminem?!" A tall nerdy looking guy yelled. Thats when I lost it. I flipped them off.

"None of your fucking business!" I yelled as I continued walking to my car with Miley. I opened the door for her and she got in and I hurriedly drove back to my pad. I got out and showed her inside. I noticed her car wasn't in the driveway.

"Wow, nice crib." She said.

"I'm not sleeping with you." I said as I walked down to my in-house studio. She followed.

"I never said anything about hooking up with you." She said smirking that same smirk. I went into the studio. I started setting up the dials. I put on my headphones and went into the booth. She set up the dials while I was in the booth. I figured she would know how to work it, since she's got a lot of experience with it. She shortly put on her headphones came into the booth with me and I gave her the lyrics.

"This songs really important to me, so I need you to take this seriously." I said. She nodded seriously.

EMILY:

There was this kid named Nate that I used to know

To some people he was known as their biggest foe

He was that kid that was always the odd one out

The one that's quiet

The one who'd get beaten a lot

He tried to get through it all

With his momma who has cancer

And his daddy who rests in peace because of a brawl.

24/7 he was bullied at school

Came back to granny's house

Always had a bruise

"Sorry" was the feeling that was felt for him everyday

I wish I could help him in a reasonable way.

At school the big bullies always called him out a lot

This is how I feel, now that I have no more doubts

MILEY:

What's it like to feel like this?

What's it like to cope with this?

What's it like to be so sad and down?

What's it like?

EMILY:

When he grew up went to high school struggled to cope

Tried to commit suicide thought he had no hope.

With his mom in the graveyard next to his dad

That was the worst day ever it was sadder than sad

Then that's when I came out of my comfort zone

And was friends with their enemy and their foe.

He was a really good friend he was caring and nice

When I said there's always hope then he took my advice.

MILEY:

What's it like to feel like this?

What's it like to cope with this?

What's it like to be so sad and down?

What's it like?

EMILY:

It was the end of the year prize giving this day

When Nate got up with pride to go and claim

his prize for the year, "best in the school"

A gun fired, got Nate and it went right through

Everyone started to run outside

Except for me standing there watching my friend die

The tears, the pain, that I went through

Thinking of him was what I wanted to do.

All those times I watched you fall, all those times I did nothing at all

this is what I get today, the death of a friend hurts me every single fucking day!

Nate taught me how to roller skate! Nate showed me the real Golden State!

Nate was a motherfucking heavyweight!

MILEY:

What's it like to feel like this?

What's it like to cope with this?

What's it like to be so sad and down?

What's it like?

EMILY:

I'll tell you how much it hurts!

It hurts more than any words you motherfuckers could ever blurt

Nate had the strength to climb, just like I had the strength to rhyme

Nate came into my life just in time, but he left in no time

Find your person, before you're life worsens

MILEY:

What's it like to feel like this?

What's it like to cope with this?

What's it like to be so sad and down?

What's it like?

I took off my headphones and so did the blonde girl. I looked at her and wiped a tear from my eyes. "I want you on this song." I said.

"I want to be on this song." She said.

The Next Morning…

Emily's POV

I woke up on my couch. I looked at my phone and I had a like a thousand missed calls from my publicist; Hanna Marin, and my Manager; Spencer Hastings'.

I turned on my TV see TMZ with a picture of me and Alison kissing on the screen, then right next to it a picture of Miley and I leaving the party last night.

"So we got uh Toxic Waste at an after party for the VMA's last night...Well she wants to just be called Emily apparently now. She was making out with Alison Dilaurentis, the chick from 'Gone Girl'. Then she was seen leaving with Miley Cyrus and they headed over to Emily's house. But the bad thing is she's supposed to be dating Ellen Page. They've been together for like years." The blonde surfer looking dude said.

"She's such a douchebag." The blonde preppy girl.

"No, No, No, she's not. She's just playing the Fields'." The pun pissed me the fuck off. Everyone laughed. I turned off the TV and threw the remote across the room. Miley descended the stairs in nothing but a white bath towel.

"What the fuck are you still doing here?" I asked, a little rudely.

"We were hanging out last night, and I was getting ready to go but it was late so you suggested that I stay the night. It was actually really fun. Then we fell asleep on the couch." She said going into my kitchen and opening my fridge and taking out some mik. She literally drank from the carton.

"So then you took a shower?" I asked her.

"Yes I did, I love you're shower. The water was the perfect temperature." She said as she started going through my refrigerator. She took out various supplies.

"What are you doing now?" I asked as I got up and sat on one of the kitchen bar stools.

"I'm making you a good old Nashville breakfast." She said over exaggerating a country accent. I let out a chuckle because it was actually really funny.

"You know Emily, I really would like to be friends. It seems like you are at a crossroad in your life with all of this newly found fame, and I've been famous since I was a kid. Maybe I'll be able to guide you and stuff." She offered nicely. It made me smile. I was in no way interested in dating the girl, but I did need a friend.

"I'd like that." I said. "I like my pancakes extra fluffy by the way." I said with a smirk.

"Thats not the only thing you like fluffy is it?" She asked jokingly. I laughed. I suddenly heard a loud banging noise from outside. Miley heard it too. I got up and looked out the window and Ellen was smashing my Tesla with a metal baseball bat. I hurriedly ran outside.

"Ellie what the hell are you doing?!" I yelled at the 27 year old. She dropped the bat onto the floor and looked at me with anger.

"Don't fucking call me Ellie! You fucking cheater!" She yelled at me. Shit...I guess she had seen the news. I felt terrible, and she actually did have a right to be yelling at me. She stepped closer to me, and god damn that woman was showing me her fangs. "You just threw away a three year relationship! And for what? To make out with some actress?!" She shoved me on the shoulder causing me to stumble back a bit.

"Ellen…" I said trying to calm her down.

"Shut the fuck up!" The was heated and her face was getting red. "I had faith in you when you were depressed! I stayed even when it was fucking hard! But the moment things get hard on its me who's having a tough time! You try and find the easiest way out! I let you live in my house when you went bankrupt! I bought you this fucking expensive car! I paid for you're rehab! I did all that stuff! And this is what I get in return?!" She shoved me on the shoulders again. I could see the neighbors and various others taking pictures and recording the whole situation. "You cheat on me at a party! And then you bring a girl home! And for the record I was going to talk to you about going on a trip to talk about everything thats been going on with us! You ruined us! You did!" She pushed me again.

"Ellie I'm sorry." I said and my voice croaked. It was the first time in years that I was on the verge of tears, I had trained myself not to cry and I was slowly deteriorating.

"Yeah you will be sorry. I want you up and out of this house my next week." She said, she was kicking me out of my own house, I couldn't stand for this.

"This is my house." I stated.

"No it isn't. You may pay the bills but when it comes down to it my name is on the lease." She went back over to the baseball bat and picked it up. She slid something out from under the car, it was my Platinum CD Plaque. She raised the bat up in the air and then brought it down on it. Damn, I was pissed off. But I had no right to be, I deserved everything I was getting. "There's you're fucking music!" She said she threw the bat my way but I ducked out of the way. She made her way over to her car and drove away. heard the door creak open and Miley was fully dressed.

"I'm assuming you'll need a place to live...and I can get the fastest movers in LA out here to move your stuff into my place." She said.

"Thanks." I said simply. I looked at my watch. I had to go get ready to be on the Ellen show.

ALISON'S POV

"Well I'm sorry Aria! I realize that it probably wasn't the smartest idea, but it was an in the moment thing." I said to Aria, referring to my heated kiss with Emily last night that was all in the media.

"Yes I understand how many hormone you have flowing through you, but everyone is pissed at you for being hollywood's biggest homewrecker!" She yelled at me, this is why you should never have your manager and you're publicist be the same person.

"I'm not a homewrecker they're probably not gonna even break up." I said confidently. Aria made a disapproving face. She grabbed my remote and turned to Entertainment Tonight.

"Alison Dilaurentis has got to be one of the biggest homewreckers I've ever seen. You can clearly see that she was roughly coming on to Emily in this photo." A young looking red headed girl said. "She is sitting on Emily's lap and really almost forcing things to happen right now." She continued.

"Yeah its really a douchebag move on her part. Emily and Ellen Page have been together for three years throughout so much drama. Its really such a horrible and inhuman thing to do." Another reporter said.

On the screen a video popped up of Ellen smashing Emily's car. And yelling and then she shoved Emily. "Holy shit." I said in amazement at the altercation that was caught on camera.

"Holy shit is right. And now all of america thinks that you caused this." Aria scolded.

"Okay...But listen I think Emily was actually interested in me. If we start dating maybe everyone won't think of me as some huge slut." I suggested. Aria looked at me like I was insane.

"Do you actually have an idea who this girl actually is? She's cool on the surface but everyone knows she's fucking insane. Thats why her and Marshall fucking Mathers are such good friends. Its because they're demented in the head." She warned. I sat on the couch in frustration. She didn't know Emily, why was she talking all this shit? Who am I kidding? I didn't even know Emily. She could very well be demented and crazy, but if she was it was understandable. I mean she had been through so much, with both parents being insane, and dead douchebag brothers and sisters, it must have been hard to stay sane. "Plus she was leaving the party with Miley you really have no chance any way." She said, I was assuming she was trying to make me feel better but it made me feel a lot worse.

"Aria come on, let me try this okay? There is so much more depth to Emily than you think. Look at her song lyrics, you saw what she performed at her last concert right?" I asked her.

"Yeah I did. And I also saw at the VMA'S last night when she said that Kim Kardashian needs to learn to properly trim and that she needs to take a trip to the gym. And I also saw when she performed the song Hooters and said she was looking for tutors and she only saw guys jacking off on their computers." Aria said to me.

"Aria it's supposed to be stupid. Everyone knows she has a huge sense of humor." I said, hoping it would reason with her. Emily was a good person, she never had any scandals', well besides this one that I'm involved in.

"Lets not forget the VMA's last night when she dissed Kim and Kanye, a celebrity couple powerhouse. Probably right below Brad and Angelina." Aria grabbed the remote and turned to Ellen. Emily was on.

EMILY'S POV

"So, last night on the VMA's you performed a new song and you said some things about Kanye West and Kim Kardashian. What exactly was that?" The blonde woman asked with a funny smile on her face.

"Well it was just something Marshall and I came up with. I mean no disrespect towards Kanye and Kim. Kanye is really talented and Kim is really...uh...She seems like a nice girl." I said stuttering over her words. The audience laughed a little and it soothed my nerves.

"Okay, so I heard around town that you like to freestyle for practice." The Ellen said I smiled knowingly.

"Yeah, it really helps me get hyped up when I'm about to perform or write a song." I said honestly, it was something Marshall had told me he used to do when he first got big.

"Okay so we're gonna play a little game. I'll hold up a card and you'll freestyle based off of it." She said getting a stack of cards ready. I smiled in response.

"Yeah I can do that." I said, I was grateful that she hadn't mentioned Alison, or Ellie, or Miley. She held up a card and it was a picture of Taylor Swift. I cleared my throat and thought of something quickly. "Yo Taylor Swift, bought some girl a wedding gift. Her mom used to work the night shift, She swiftly lives in New York City. At the VMA's last night she looked really pretty. She owns two kittie's. A couple weeks ago she performed in the Windy City, Chicago home of Well's Fargo. I think tomorrow she's performing in Toronto." I said, the blonde woman laughed. She next held up a picture of Harry Styles'. Shit, I had to be careful with this one. I didn't want angry fangirls knocking on my door.

"Harry told me, one of his favorite shows was Tom and Jerry. On the contrary his favorite drink is a Bloody Mary. His favorite scary movie is Carrie. Its kinda sure has Style, he runs a quarter mile every day. He's a trial for being too sexy." I said the last part and the audience and Ellen erupted with laughter.

"Okay down to some serious business." What she said scared the crap out of me.

"I absolutely have to ask you about this. So umm, maybe you can clear the air for us. Ellen Page and you have been together for three years and I'm assuming that you're broken up now. What do you have to say about all of this?" She didn't ask it like a regular interviewer would. It was in a polite way, so I wasn't going to flip my shit.

"Honestly I have really nothing bad to say about Ellen, she was an amazing girlfriend and friend to me. But you know people grow apart and they do bad things. I cheated on her and thats all on me, it was in no way her fault or anyone else's. As for Alison you know, she's a great girl. It really wasn't her fault. She didn't seduce me or anything. She's a sweet girl and I think its really kind of a douche move for the media to put this all on her, and to claim she wanted to get a scandal so that she could gain more recognition. I get she's a new face around town and such but that doesn't mean anything. It was all me. And as for Miley Cyrus we definitely aren't together or anything. We left the party and went to my house and we recorded a song together and we'll be releasing it sometime next week." I said, surprisingly the audience didn't boo me or anything they cheered. I guess thats what happened when you actually owned up to your actions.

"Thats great to hear. Unfortunately thats all the time we have left today." She said standing up and I stood up as well and hugged her. I honestly thought that she was going to go all Tyra Banks on me. You know the whole "I was rooting for you! We were all rooting for you! How dare you?! Learn something from this!" On that one episode of America's Next Top Model. Gladly, I was lucky. My phone rang in my pocket; it was Alison. I answered it eagerly.

"Hey umm its Alison. I just thought maybe you could hang out at my place today." She said.

"I'd love too." I said immediately before hanging up.

To the guest reviewer who's pissed because I made Emily and Marshall diss the crap out of Kim Kardashian and Kanye West...I'm sorry that you don't know that this is just a story and its not how I actually feel and thats it purely a work of fiction. Anyway thanks for the reviews, and in case you were wondering all the lyrics are made by me. I'm thinking about making Miley Cyrus' Emily's best friend. What do you guys think?

-Angel