The rest of the night went easy going for the five girls. After Alison and Emily came back in the barn, both of them acting awkward towards each other for a reason Spencer, Aria, and Hanna didn't know, Spencer hooked up her iPod to her stereo system.
The girls listened to music played rounds of truth or dare, card drinking games, and telling each other stories about the creepy or obsessive guys that they've talked to in the past.
Aria yawned, throwing her hand over her mouth, "I'm beat, guys." Emily wiped her eyes, "yeah, me too. What time is it?"
"You should know, you've been on your phone all night," Alison flatly replied. Emily whipped her eyes to Alison's. Alison had been this way towards Emily all night since the tree house incident happened.
If Emily asked a question, Alison had a smart-ass remark for it. The brunette ignored Alison and Spencer answered Emily's question, reading off of her gold Michael Kors watch, "it's 2:27. We should all probably head to bed."
"I call dibs in bed with Spence," Hanna claimed, jumping from the sofa chair. Aria shook her head, "no way! I've already called dibs. Sparia is definitely in the bed tonight." Hanna made a face, "Sparia? Seriously?" Alison stood up from the couch, "well if you two are in Spencer's bed upstairs, I'm calling the floor down here. I'm making a pallet." The blonde started walking to a closet on the wall.
Spencer stood up from the couch and brushed her PINK sweatpants off, "I'll help you." Emily looked around Spencer's barn. Where would she sleep? The couch? She and Alison had been sleeping together at sleepovers the entire summer. "Em? Where are you sleeping? Aria asked.
Emily shrugged and laid down on the couch she was sitting on, "I'm okay here." Aria stood up from the opposite couch, "I'll go get you some blankets and pillows from the closet." Emily shot Aria an appreciative smile, "thank you."
Emily felt a bit disappointed. She liked sleeping with Alison. Alison always smelt good and lately she and Alison had been snuggling a bit together than usual at sleepovers, but Emily liked it. She liked being so close to Alison's warm body.
Alison came back over to the floor in the center of the room and laid out two blankets to the carpet, making a pallet. She tossed two pillows down and Spencer gave the blonde two more sheets, "will this work?"
Alison nodded, "it's perfect, thanks Spence." Spencer saluted Alison, "yes ma'am." The brunette turned the Aria, "ready to go upstairs, Aria?"
Aria came back into the room with a blanket and pillow in her hand. She handed Emily the pillow and threw the blanket over Emily's body, "good, Em?"
"Yes, thank you," Emily replied with a smile.
Aria turned to Spencer, "okay, ready."
Spencer and Aria said their goodnights to the rest of the girls and started walking upstairs to go to Spencer's bedroom. Though it wasn't as big as her bedroom in her main house, Spencer loved it even more.
"Hanna!" Emily and Alison heard Spencer yell. Hanna had snuck up to Spencer's bed while everyone was downstairs preparing for Alison's and Emily's sleeping places for the night. "Just let me snuggle with you two!"
A soft giggle slipped from Emily's and Alison's lips as they heard Hanna begging to be allowed to stay upstairs. Alison pressed her lips together and stopped laughing when she heard Emily laughing along with her. Emily picked her head up from her pillow and looked down at Alison, "why are you being this way?"
Alison ignored Emily and rolled over, her back now facing the brunette. Emily sighed, "Alison."
Not a single sound came from Alison's lips. Emily could barely even see the blonde because of the dark room. The only light was once again the moonlight through Spencer's windows.
Emily felt upset. Alison had been treating her harshly the past few hours. "Seriously, Ali? You've been this way all night," Emily whispered. There was no way the three girls upstairs were going to hear the two girls downstairs talking but Emily still whispered.
"Just go to bed, Emily," Alison cooly replied. The brunette let out a breath of frustration, "fine, goodnight."
"Make sure to tell Paige I said goodnight, too," Alison mumbled. Emily threw the blanket off of her tan body and sat up on the couch, "I am so tired of this." She stood up and walked over to Alison, stepped over the blonde's body, and sat down in front of her, facing blue eyes and a straight faced expression.
"What is wrong with you? You've been throwing jabs at me all night," Emily puffed. Alison sat up, "didn't I just tell you to go to bed? I don't want to talk to you."
"Then why do you keep making sly remarks to me?!" Emily asked, her voice full of annoyance.
"You're so obsessed with your new little girlfriend now that you don't even notice your friends anymore," Alison snapped. "Don't notice my friends, or don't notice you?" Emily fired back. Alison narrowed her eyes, "and what does that supposed to mean?"
Emily threw her hands up in the air and then back onto the blanket patted floor, "you know exactly what it means. Why can't you just admit it?" Alison sarcastically chuckled. The blonde felt embarrassed, upset, and angry all in one. Emily was calling Alison out on liking her, and Alison DiLaurentis did not get called out.
"Why can't you just admit it?" Alison shot back, her blue eyes burning a hole through Emily's brown one's. Emily dark eyebrows furrowed, "what are you talking about?" Alison let out another sarcastic chuckle, "don't act like you're clueless."
Emily crossed her arms. She did know what the blonde was referring to. She knew exactly. "Yeah, that's what I thought," Alison coldly stated. Emily felt her rage building inside of her. Alison knew that Emily had a crush on Alison before Emily admitted to herself, or anyone else that she was gay, and Alison abused that power horridly.
But ever since Emily had gotten a girlfriend and started moving on from Alison, the blonde stepped up her game on Emily, being very flirtatious only when the two could hear. Emily wouldn't admit it to the other girls, or even to Alison, but she did still have feelings for the blonde. And sometimes Emily felt so damn powerless and weak around her because of it. It was like Alison had complete control over her.
But when Emily started seeing Paige, she started shifting her attention to her new love interest instead; a girl who was actually gay and not just playing around with Emily's emotions.
The thought of Alison playing with Emily's emotions made the brunette feel another wave of anger. She had put up with it for far too long. Emily's wasn't just some game or ego booster. She cut her brown eyes to Alison, "I don't have anything for you anymore, Alison," Emily sternly stated, "get over yourself." The brunette stood back up and walked over to Spencer's couch to once again lay down and wrap herself in the blanket Aria had given her.
Alison whipped her eyes up to Emily's, surprised at the tone of her voice and even her strong choice of words. Alison felt her very popular and well-known ego coming out. She knew exactly what to say to Emily to make the brunette eat her words. Alison knew how to say the right thing in the completely wrong way.
"It's good that you don't, because I'm straight, Emily. You needed to find someone like you. Someone who could actually return the feelings. I'm happy for you," Alison replied. Though her tone was sweet, Emily knew Alison all too well and Emily knew that Alison's motive was not meant to be warm and friendly.
The brunette played along, wanting to throw Alison's game right back at her, "thanks, because I have. I've never felt anything like this for anyone else before. Paige is special. So different than any other girl I've ever met."
Alison cut a devilish smile at Emily, "that's cute, hun. I know the feeling. Noel makes me feel like that, too." Emily eyed Alison. Noel?
"You're seeing someone?" Emily asked, picking her head up from her pillow. Alison laid back down on her pallet, "I'm awfully tired. I'm going to bed." The blonde squirmed under her blankets to get comfortable. Emily didn't respond, she just turned her body under her blanket as well.
Alison smirked. Don't play games with a girl who can play them better.
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"Good morning, sunshine!" Hanna chimed.
Emily woke up to find the blonde sitting on top of her. "Waaake uuuppppp," Hanna dragged out, shaking Emily. Emily groaned, "Hanna, go away."
Hanna shook her finger at Emily, "no way. It's already ten o'clock. We're all up and getting showered and dressed." Emily rubbed her eyes and opened them more to see Spencer and Aria across the room talking.
"Where are we going?" Emily asked. "Breakfast," Hanna replied. Emily sat up. She didn't mind getting up if it happened to be for food. Hanna jumped off of Emily, "go shower. We all already have. We're just waiting for you and Ali to get ready."
Emily practically groaned to herself at just hearing Alison's name. Her brown eyes scanned the room to notice that Alison wasn't in there. Emily figured she was probably changing in Spencer's room.
Emily threw the blankets off of body and stood up to walk upstairs in the barn. She opened the bathroom door and jumped when she saw Alison dripping wet, wrapped up in a small white towel that barely covered the parts Emily had dreamed of seeing.
Emily quickly looked away, "sorry—I was—I didn't know you were—,"
Alison glanced over at Emily as she tossed her wet blonde hair back. A smirk pulled up from her lips, "God, chill out, Em. It's fine. It's not like you saw anything anyway."
Alison grabbed another towel and bent over to towel dry her hair. Emily's eyes slid back over to Alison, looking at her naked legs, back, and bare arms.
When Alison flipped back up, Emily pulled her eyes away again. Alison brought her blue eyes up at Emily, "are you going to shower?" Emily nodded, "um, yeah." The brunette felt…nervous. Being around Alison while she was half naked with only a thin towel covering her body made Emily feel almost jumpy.
"I'll turn the water on for you," Alison simply replied. The blonde walked back over to the shower and leaned forward. Emily watched as Alison's already small towel seemed to get even smaller, pulling up high on Alison's tan thigh.
Emily's brown eyes grew wide as the towel kept rising, showing off basically all of Alison's legs. Alison stood straight back up and faced Emily once she cut the water on, "there. It's kind of confusing if you don't know how to."
Emily didn't reply, she just slowly nodded her head. Emily couldn't help but to notice that Alison's breasts were sitting very lusciously on her chest. The round lumps were perfectly perked up in the towel, pressing against the top.
Emily fought her eye's wishes to look down. She knew if she did Alison would catch her, and that was the last thing she need, was Alison to know that she was checking her out.
Alison ran her hand through her damp hair and faced the mirror. Emily shifted in her stance, "I uh, I need to get undressed to shower." Alison smiled, "oh, right. Sorry." The blonde gathered her clothes and walked out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind of her.
Emily let out a big sigh as the door shut, leaving her alone in the bathroom with the shower running. She slipped out of her t-shirt and shorts and dipped into the shower, feeling the warm water hit her skin.
When she finished her shower she cut the water off and grabbed a towel, drying her body off. Emily stepped out of the shower, wrapping the white towel around of her. She faced the mirror sitting on the wall above the counter and washed her face.
The door opened and Emily jumped, looking in the mirror to see Alison walking in. Emily tightened her grip on her towel, "God, Alison. Don't you knock?"
The blonde let out a soft laugh, "why are you being such a spazz? We all change in front of each other all of the time anyway." Emily turned around, the water off of her wet, dakr hair, flinging water drops, and noticed just how close Alison was to her. Emily held her breath as Alison stood directly in front of her, only a few inches away.
Alison took another step closer and reached her ams out beside of Emily, cornering her in-between herself, her arms, and the counter. Emily felt her heart rate increase. She could smell Alison's Chanel perfume fuming off of her body. And Alison smelt amazing.
Alison's arm slightly hit Emily's towel. The blonde leaned forward a bit and Emily looked down at Alison's lips. They looked so soft and delicate. Like Alison in general. Alison's face inched a bit closer to Emily's. All Emily had to do was slightly lean forward to meet her lips with Alison's.
The brunette felt her breathing hitch. She could feel Alison's blonde curl hit against her bare shoulder. Being this close to Alison made Emily feel so on fire. So alive. The blonde started to tilt her head and very slowly lean forward.
Alison suddenly leaned back, pushed herself off of the counter, and took her arms out from around Emily's body. Alison held up a silver Pandora bracelet, "accidentally left this in here."
Emily let out a breath of air and tucked her damp hair behind of her ears. The blonde's lips curved up into a smirk that Emily was very familiar with, "I'll see you downstairs."
Emily watched Alison turn and walk to the door and walked out. The brunette leaned back against the counter and sighed. Alison DiLaurentis was going to be the death of her.
