A/N: ;)
Summary: Just two best friends who occasionally flirt because they have obvious crushes on one another. That's Emily and Alison of course, add in Spencer as a sidekick/Alison's cross sister and prom - you've got this story!
[ Prom Night ]
"Soooo, what do you think?"
D*mn...
Emily stood at the bottom of the DiLaurentis' staircase, where the blonde's parents weren't, as usual— they were conveniently out that night, so the swimmer stood in for her best friend as always...though, now she was starting to think if that had been such a good idea.
Alison stood at the very top of the stairs wearing an alluring tight fitting red dress, with four inch heels, and covered in fancy looking jewelry.
She looked...looked...
Emily gaped, she couldn't blink...it was physically impossible at that moment.
"Well?" The blonde looks down at her, getting impatient. Truthfully, she was nervous of what the older girl thought of her outfit.
The brunette's grip tightened on the railing she held onto. "Y-you look...y-you..."
"Thank you so much, Em. You flatter me..." Alison's voice held no other tone but sarcasm.
The swimmer snaps out of it, realizing she was probably making her friend uncomfortable. "I-I'm sorry, Ali." Her head shakes, finally blinking. "You're just...you look so beautifully amazing and...wow."
Emily hadn't meant for the actual words to come out— but they were all true.
Now both were blushing.
Alison waves a hand through the air, wiping away a fake tear. "Awww, Emily, now you really do flatter me." She begins to make her way carefully down the stares, grateful when the brunette hold out a hand for her.
"Well, it's my job..." Emily helps the blonde down the stairs until they stood on the flat surface of the shorter girl's living room by the door. "...you know as the best friend, but you do help." She covers up last minute with a cough.
"All in the genes, can't help it." Alison lets go of the swimmer's arm and winks at her playfully— breaking the tension.
"Cute." The brunette smirks down at her.
"I know."
The blonde looks over at her best friend's regular clothes and can't help but feel bad. "Sorry Paige had to cancel last minute, Em."
Emily's lips purse. "No you're not." She decides, arms crossing over her chest.
Alison sighs. "You're right. I'm not...she just wasn't good for you." Neither mentioned the fact that the blonde hadn't even met the other swimmer yet. "But um...are you sure you still don't want to come? We can go together." She was near desperate for the brunette too.
"Nah, I don't want to impose on you and-"
*Ding
"Speak of the-"
"Emily!" The blonde hits her best friends arm as they make their way towards the front door.
"I was just going to say a**hole, Ali."
Alison rolls her eyes, running her fingers through her thick hair. ...crap "Em, get the door for me? I forgot my earrings." And then she's midway up her staircase. "Be nice please!"
"No promises!" The brunette yells up after her, a plan already forming in her head, hand already twisting the doorknob.
See, Alison tried convincing her that Eric Kahn and Noel Kahn weren't the same. 'Tried' being the key word.
'Just because they share the same blood and genes Emily, doesn't mean their personalities are identical'
Emily was no fool.
A Kahn was a Kahn, just because Eric was the slightly older and slightly more mature, didn't mean he wasn't a player.
She swings the door open, a false smile on her lips.
"Emily." The boy looked surprised to see her, his hands tucked into the pockets of his tuxedo pants.
Yeah, be surprised...I want you surprised every time I see you...
"Eric." She greets with a nod, looking the Kahn sibling up and down. "Here to pick up, Alison?"
"Yep." He doesn't even bother small talk, looked annoyed really. He peers over her shoulder. "Sooo, where is she? I'm kind of on a time schedule here."
"Mhm, cool." The brunette blatantly ignores him, moving closer and keeping her voice low. "May I ask your intentions?" She wasn't really asking, getting straight to the point.
Eric's mouth pops open, staring quizzically this time. "Um...what-ah!"
Emily wastes no time, rolling her eyes and grabbing the boy roughly by his tie, so tight it was choking him.
"What the h*ll!?"
"Listen here Eric, I don't trust you. The only problem with that, I don't have a reason not to, so lets just keep it that way, got it?" She threatens, seconds away from loosening her grip, then- "Oh, and another thing, you put your d*ck anywhere near my best friend tonight, I'll cut it off, got that?"
The boy nods vigorously, his face turning red, submitting— if only because he was running out of air to do anything at all.
The swimmer nods back once, then slowly lets his tie go— allowing him to take in a deep breath of air.
He coughs, fixing his tie and tuxedo vest as Emily crosses her arms over her chest and glares.
Eric glares back. Fire in his eyes. "F*ck you, what are you her girlfriend or something?"
"Or something."
"Alright, I'm ready to go!"
It was Alison.
Emily slyly moves away from the door as the blonde comes down smiling at the two. "Ready to go?" She asks her date.
"Y-yeah, I'll just go wait in the car." Eric says quickly, glancing at the two girls back and forth before shaking his head and spinning around on his heels, walking away.
Emily watches after him, ignoring Alison burning holes on the side of her face. "You heard everything, didn't you?"
"Yes."
The swimmer finally turns to meet eyes with the shorter girl and gives her an innocent look. "Not mad at me?"
The blonde shakes her head.
"Then...you wanna kiss me a little now don't you?" The brunette teases, knowing her best friend had a thing for protectiveness.
"Haha." Alison starts sarcastically, before unexpectedly taking Emily by the arm and just about yanking her forward, their lips were close...so close...
The blonde looks to change her mind last minute and tilts her head to the left, kissing the swimmer's tan cheek instead.
"Thanks, Killer." Her nickname is whispered in her ear, then Alison is hauling up the bottoms of her dress and walking out the door.
Emily shivers.
...
It's around 11:00am when Emily finally found it in herself to stop worrying about her best friend and get some sleep.
Though she didn't sleep long...before she was woken up by her cell phone.
The first and second time she ignored it.
Even the third and the fourth time.
But when it rings a fifth time-
"What?" The brunette almost growls into the phone, sitting up on her bed and rubbing her tired eyes.
"Emily, you need to get to mine. Now."
"What, why?" She whines.
"Alison."
It was all Spencer had to say, and they both knew it.
It could have only been sonic speed that helped Emily get dressed, grab her car keys, and sneak out of the house as fast as she did.
...
"What happened?" Emily shows up at the Hastings household twenty minutes later, two plastic bags in hand.
Spencer eyes the bags, but says nothing— quickly leading her up the stairs. "I don't know, she just showed up in tears at my front step." She explains, frustration in her voice.
"Why didn't she come to me?" Emily inquires, mostly to herself. It was childish, yes, but Ali was her best friend.
"Don't be jealous, Em. She said something in between crying about being embarrassed to go to you and proving you right about her date being a jerk."
The swimmer nearly stumbles up the stairs trying to get to Alison, more importantly, about the new information she had just learned. "Wait. Eric did this?" She pauses mid-stair. A murderous look on her features.
Spencer stops, and grabs the other brunette by the shoulder. "Emily, I know you're upset right now, but Alison needs you."
Emily's head shakes. "You're right." She continues up the stairs, the older girl by her side. "Comfort now, kill later."
And Spencer nods, totally on board.
"Alison?"
They finally reached the girl's bedroom door and Emily pauses once more, this time in the doorway.
Her best friend looked so sad, sitting on Spencer's bed, right up to the headboard, knees up— dress still on, but heels long gone.
The blonde's head shoots up at the sound of her voice. "Em." Her gaze wavers as she begins to slip off the side of the bed. "You were right, Em. I found him in the hallway, getting it on with some slut."
Emily's heart broke at how sullen the girl's voice was.
She was going to kill Eric Kahn a thousand times over...
Not replying, the brunette holds up the bags in her hands instead. "I brought gummy bears, starbursts, and brownies." All the blonde's favorite snacks.
Alison looks up at her for moment, eyes shining— then before she knew it, Emily had her arms full of the blonde, bags dropping to their feet in the process.
Behind them Spencer stays silently smiling...silent until she couldn't anymore. "Ahem, so whose a** is it exactly do I have to help Emily kick?" She breaks the silence, arms crossing as she leans against the archway.
Emily and Alison pull away from their hug, the brunette shifting her attention over her shoulder. "I'm sorry, help me?
"Guys, so not the time."
"Sorry." "Sorry, Als."
The blonde waves them off before sighing and walking back over towards the mattress in the room, lying down. She seemed hopeless. "Spence, I know this is your house and all but um, can I just be alone for a few?" She inquires as she curls up on her cross sister's pillow— Spencer's home was like her second home.
THe brunette nods. "Of course, Ali. If you need me, I'll be in the barn." The 'barn' was the brunette's own home away from home.
Before leaving, the brainy girl kisses the blonde's head and bids them a goodnight— though not without shooting Emily a look screaming 'fix it', the door closing shut behind her.
Emily stands in silence for a while, hands stuffed in her pockets.
She supposed Alison assumed she was alone now...
"Ahem." The brunette clears her throat, then walks the short distance between her and the blonde and settles herself onto the bed behind her best friend— wrapping her arms around so that they were spooning.
It was an unspoken rule when either of them were upset.
The swimmer sighs, burrowing her face into the girl's soft neck. "I'll never leave you alone, Ali."
It's silent for a moment, Alison backing herself further into the brunette's warm front. "...that's why I love you the most, Em." She suddenly turns around, so that her and Emily were face to face. "You're the only one I can believe when you say things like that." She traces a finger down the other girl's face and smiles a little.
Emily grins back, heart melting at the words and gesture. "Well maybe you should kiss me then?" She flirts playfully, as she always did.
But this time Alison doesn't roll her eyes, she doesn't scoff, she doesn't even laugh at her joke.
She leans in to kiss her instead.
"Maybe I should."
