A/N: I planned to have this up like an hour ago, but Chapter Eleven ran long haha... so no complaining, because it turned out 3,600 words without the A/N :P
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Alison took a deep breath. It was just a few minutes until six, when she was going to knock on Emily's door and take her to the Grille. She was absolutely freaking out. She had considered calling Spencer or Aria to help calm her down, but she hated looking vulnerable, and she didn't want them to see how nervous she was.
She ran her fingers through her golden hair for the fiftieth time, and then decided that if she waited any longer, she would end up making up something to get her out of this. To prevent that from happening, she finally just left her apartment with her purse and her phone.
Taking another deep breath, she raised her fist and knocked on the door. Only a few seconds later, the door opened to reveal Emily wearing a short blue dress. She looked absolutely gorgeous, and Ali literally lost whatever words she had as soon as she saw the darker girl.
"Hey," Emily finally said.
"H-hey," Ali returned. "You look stunning."
"Thanks, you look beautiful," Emily returned, and Alison felt herself blush. She glanced down at herself. She was wearing a golden dress that was just darker than her hair. It clung to her curves and fell to just above her knees. It was honestly the prettiest dress she owned, but she still thought that Emily looked like a goddess in comparison.
"Thanks," Alison thanked with a smile. "Ready to go?"
"Yep," Emily answered. She grabbed her purse and then stepped out of the apartment. "Where are we going?"
"The Grille," Ali answered with a shrug. "Sorry it's nothing fancy."
"No, that's fine," Emily insisted. Alison bit her lip. She really didn't want to screw up their date.
"I'm sorry about Hanna... earlier. She was a little... overexcited," Alison apologized as they walked into the elevator.
Emily laughed. "No, she saved me from a fashion disaster," Emily admitted.
Alison rolled her eyes. "You in a fashion disaster? Please, you're gorgeous." Alison watched Emily's expression carefully, and saw a blush spread over her cheeks.
"Thanks, but I would not look this good without Hanna's magical fashion skills," Emily insisted. "I'm so not a fashion person."
"Well, I think you would've looked fine if you came in sweats and a t-shirt," Alison reasoned, her own cheeks flushing as she complimented Emily.
"You say that now. Wait until you actually see me in sweats," Emily argued with a chuckle. Ali rolled her eyes and smirked.
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Emily climbed into the passenger seat of Alison's car. She was hoping that she would stop consciously recognizing the fact that this was a date, so that she and Alison could talk just as normally as they had the other times they'd hung out not on dates.
"So, have you had girlfriends before?" Alison asked, sounding like she was just trying to make conversation.
"Two," Emily answered. "One in high school, Maya. And then one while I was in Philly, Paige."
"Hmm," is all Alison said in response. Emily didn't know whether or not to ask her about her past relationships. Hanna had told her that she hadn't been able to be vulnerable enough to keep any of her relationships going very long.
"Have you had many past relationships?" Emily finally asked, hoping to move past the awkward part of this.
"A few. Well, more than a few, but most of them were in high school and I'm really not proud of some of them. I was kind of... a wild child I guess?" Alison admitted. "But don't tell the girls that."
"Do you keep a lot of stuff from them?" Emily asked, confused. They seemed so close, but were they really not?
"Not anymore," Alison replied. "I used to, a lot. But after high school, when I realized that I wasn't the only person that mattered, I stopped lying to them so much."
They reached the Grille, and Alison jumped out of the car to open Emily's door for her. The dark haired girl bit her lip to keep from grinning too wide as she stepped out. "And they say chivalry is dead."
"You know, I've never actually heard anyone say 'chivalry is dead', except for in that line," Alison pointed out with a light laugh. Emily raised her eyebrows as she realized that Ali was right. Who did say that chivalry was dead? No one.
"That's a good point," she agreed with a laugh. They walked into the Grille and went to small, two person, empty table.
"Were you nervous for this date?" Ali asked curiously.
Emily gave a nervous last. "I still am. I'm afraid I'm going to do something stupid."
Alison laughed and rolled her eyes. "You do something stupid? I think I'd probably do something stupid first. At least you've done this before."
"Done what?" Emily asked, tilting her head a little.
"Gone on a date with a girl," Ali answered in a quiet voice.
"Don't tell me you're scared?" Emily asked, raising an eyebrow. "You seem fearless to me."
Ali shrugged. "This just... isn't what I'm used to. But I'm smart. I can get used to it, if I really want to."
"Do you really want to?" Emily wondered. Their eyes locked. Emily honestly loved Ali's bright blue eyes.
"I think so," Alison replied, lowering her gaze suddenly.
"Well, makes sense. Gotta keep your options open," Emily answered simply, still keeping her eyes on the blonde. The great thing about Ali's hair was that it wasn't even blond. It was more like a golden. Like, her hair looked like it was pretty much plated in gold. It was too gorgeous.
"Yeah," Ali agreed, raising her gaze up again to see Emily staring at her. The blonde smirked, and then the waiter came and asked them what they wanted to drink and to eat.
They ordered quickly, and then just started talking about random things, finally over the awkward things. Emily liked watching Alison talk. She was animated when she said certain things. It was like watching a movie, and Emily felt like she could watch this movie for hours. She really wasn't even sure how she managed to get a word in, or eat food, since she spent most of the time just listening to Alison talk.
Toward the end of dinner, Ali eventually said, "Oh my gosh, I've been talking this whole time, haven't I?"
"Not the whole time," Emily countered, but she was smirking a little bit.
"I'm sorry. I just... I tend to talk a lot," Alison muttered.
"Don't worry about it. I like listening to you talk," Emily admitted, smiling. The waiter came over with their check. "Hey, I can pay for part of that if you want."
Alison gave her an incredulous look. "No way. I asked you out, I'm prepared to pay for it. It's not like it was all that expensive anyway."
"Are you sure?" Emily asked.
"Positive," Ali insisted. "I wouldn't have asked you out if I wasn't planning on paying for dinner. You can take me out next time." She winked, and Emily felt like she might faint after seeing that.
"Already planning a next time?" she asked smoothly, to recover from her reaction to that wink. She gave Ali a sly look.
"No, but you should be," Alison bounced back, returning the look with a knowing smile. "Like I said, you can take me out next time."
Emily bit her lip. "I'm planning on it."
"Good," Ali said with a smile.
They got up from the table once Alison had paid and headed outside and to Alison's car. They got in and Alison immediately started driving toward the apartment building. Emily knew that the drive was short, so she decided to get out what she had to say. "I, uh, had a lot of fun tonight."
Alison flashed her a smile. "Good, so did I."
"Thank you," Emily started, "for taking me out. I was too nervous to ask you, so if you hadn't asked me then..."
Ali smiled as she drove. "You're welcome. But if you really want to thank someone for that, thank Spencer. She figured out that I liked you before even I did. It was her idea for me to ask you out."
Emily chuckled, but it sounded almost like a giggle and made her feel like a teenager again. "I'll keep that in mind for the next time I see her."
"You're cute," Alison blurted suddenly. Emily felt a blush spread through her cheeks.
"Thanks," she replied in a quiet voice. Alison pulled into the apartment building parking lot and slid into her parking spot. Both girls unbuckled their seatbelts, but neither of them moved to leave the car. Emily faced Alison again, over the center consol. "Thanks again. I really did have a lot of fun."
"Thanks for going with me," Alison returned. Emily leaned forward over the consol and their lips met softly. Alison's lips moved over Emily's, who had no idea that a person's lips could be so soft. Honestly, she'd imagined kissing Alison since she first saw her, but the real thing was so much better than even what her imagination could come up with.
After a few seconds, they pulled apart, smiling. They both blushed furiously as they climbed out of the car and headed inside the building, unspeaking. When they finally reached their doors, they faced each other once again. Alison gave a light laugh and said, "I think eventually, we'll get over this whole awkward thing."
"Eventually," Emily agreed, and this time Ali leaned in for a quick kiss. "Goodnight."
"See you later," Alison said, giving the darker girl a smile. They both turned toward their respective doors and went into their apartments.
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Alison walked into her apartment in a daze. That date had honestly gone a lot better than she had expected it to. Honestly, she had thought that she was going to mess something up really badly. She wasn't particularly good with the whole feelings thing, but with Emily, she was willing to give it a try.
"Ooh, look at dreamy eyes over there," Aria commented, knocking Alison out of her daze. She saw Aria and Spencer sitting on her couch. They appear to have been waiting there for a while.
"Do I need to take away the key I gave you to this place?" Ali snapped at them.
"We just want to hear all the details!" Spencer exclaimed. "How did it go?"
"It was fine," Alison snapped. "What have I told you about minding your own business, Spencer?"
"I tried that, but it's just not for me," Spencer argued with a smirk. Ali rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.
Aria and Spencer just kept staring at her, though, and she finally couldn't help it. She sighed and told them, "It was great. We had a great time. She likes me, I like her. It's all good."
"Did you get a goodnight kiss?" Aria asked with a grin.
Alison smirked cockily, "I got two, bitches."
"Aww!" Spencer and Aria cooed over it. Ali shook her head.
"I'm too tired to deal with all these 'aww's. Goodnight you guys," she said, waving her hand at them.
"Whatever you say, Ali. Goodnight!" Spencer called as Ali went into her bedroom. She head her friends leave through the front door.
A little bit later, when Alison was laying in her bed trying to fall asleep, she suddenly felt herself wondering what it would be like to lay curled up with Emily in her bed. Her skin was undoubtedly soft.
Ugh, don't torture yourself, Alison. Go to sleep.
So she closed her eyes, and finally, she managed to drift off into a blissful sleep, full of dreams of a certain beautiful girl...
I know it wasn't the greatest date, but I promise, their next one is better... :3 Well, in my opinion :P
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This story was originally going to be mostly in 3rd person coming mostly from Emily, but I have way too much fun writing it from Ali's perspective, so some chapters will be mostly Emily, others mostly Ali, and some will switch relatively evenly. Just depends on the scene I'm writing and what I'm feeling for it :)
You can stop reading here, if you have someplace to be, I'm just gonna ramble haha :P
So today was my first day back at school after spring break, and everyone's all like "How was your spring break" and "what'd you do" right? So every time someone would tell me "Yeah I went to Disney" or "I went on a cruise" or some interesting stuff like that. And I was just like "Yeah. So I laid in bed. Watch 2 and 1/2 seasons of old PLL. Wrote fanfiction. Read fanfiction. It was pretty productive." Omg people think I'm so boring and weird. Although a few people understood me and I was like "YES I'M NOT ALONE" hahahahaha
Yeah so goodnight loves! Please review C:
P.S. It's a lot of fun writing PLL fanfic. It's different than writing Glee, because it loses a HUGE theme, which is music. Like, at least in my Glee FFs, I always have some kind of music or singing or dancing in it, and now I've totally lost that theme. It's a fun experience :) I love writing this story :)