A/N: I'm glad you guys are enjoying the story. It keeps me motivated. Here you go!

The noise almost made her skull chatter. She groaned in anger. Who the fuck is calling this early?! Fucks sake, it's Saturday! When Emily reached for the phone she saw it was 8 in the morning. A sin, in her mind. But of course, the devil does not mind sinning.

"Hello!" She growled. "It's way too early to talk to you."

"Good morning to you too." The girl on the other end actually sounded offended. "I was just going to make plans with you, but I can tell you're not in the mood so-"

"Wait! Don't hang up. You already woke me up, so might as well. Did you want to meet today?" Emily tried to calm her voice down, but she couldn't contain the irritation whenever someone woke her up prematurely.

"Yes, if you're free."

She sounds so abashed, Emily thought. "Yea, I am. What time?"

The girl on the other end was playing with her hair, looking at herself in the mirror. "Seven?"

Emily was still twisting on her bed trying to get comfortable. "So what you're telling me is you have no plans for Saturday night?"

"Noooo, what I'm telling you is I do have plans. I have them with you…if you say yes, so, yes?"

Why does she sound so excited?

"Yea, yea fine." Without saying another word, Emily hung up and made her way to her bathroom. After finishing her morning routine, she went downstairs to catch her mom barely leaving to work. "Aren't you kinda late?" Emily stood by as her mom rushed back and forth grabbing her messenger bag, and keys.

"Aren't you kinda early?" Her mom raised a curious eyebrow, and Emily started laughing.

"You can blame a very spoiled, annoying, young DiLaurentis for such act of kindness." Emily grinned sarcastically at her mom, who was now laughing as she made her way to the out the front door.

"Don't kill her!" She yelled as she walked out.

"Good thing you're a cop, huh?" The tall brunette yelled back as her mom opened her grey Altima.

Emily's mom burst into laughter by then.

At first Pam had not minded the DiLaurentis', but soon she began knowing of their reputation and even interacted with Kenneth DiLaurentis once; despicable man. Now she really knew the type of family they were, so…she began to enjoy her daughter's digs. She was clever, that one.

Too clever, Pam thought jokingly.

By the time Emily cooked breakfast, ate, watched TV, cleaned the house (just because she was bored), showered, and smoked a bowl from her water bong, it was about 6 o'clock. So she decided to get ready to go to Alison's house. By 6:40 pm (she really took her time and got distracted listening to her classic rock playlist), she decided to make her way to the blonde's house. She simply texted her 'Be there in 5' and drove.

Emily made her way to the DiLaurentis' front door and knocked twice before a blonde opened the door hastingly enough for Emily's third knock to almost hit her forehead. Luckily, Emily stopped herself in time.

"You are way too early." Alison stepped aside to let Emily in.

"I know but I had nothing better to do."

"Well, I wasn't ready to receive you yet. I hadn't picked the correct blouse." The blonde came to a stop in front of the brunette.

That was when Emily settled her eyes on Alison's body. She was wearing some tiny, purposefully ripped up jeans shorts, 3 inch heeled, brown boots, and a white, rippled blouse.

"You look like you're going out." Emily pointed out.

"Don't I always?" Alison playfully giggled.

The sound made Emily's eyes bulge. This is freaky. She sounds joyful, she thought.

"You're in a really good mood…" The Californian couldn't help the suspicion from rising in her voice.

"I am." Alison continued to smile cheerfully. She gave a happy skip and started making her way upstairs to her room.

Once upstairs, Emily had gotten back on track and snapped out the daze Alison was putting her in. "Ohhh…I know why." Emily sing-songed rolling her neck playfully, to Alison's surprise. The brunette always seemed so reserved, and she was having a hard adjusting to Emily's dorky behavior.

"Why?" Alison asked when Emily didn't budge with the answer.

"Yesterday, was the full moon." The tall girl made her way to the side of the bed Alison was standing on, almost tapping her feet in excitement. The blonde couldn't help the genuine smile that her lips made when seeing Emily's weirdness.

It was weirdly endearing. "So?" Alison asked, trying to shake her smile and bringing back some bite in her tone.

"So…" Emily was only a few inches away from Alison now, and she reached out to playfully poke Alison's arm. "…the reason you're so happy is because you got your monthly ritual done. I'm not talking about those delightful lady days, but your ritual of sacrificing puppies and babies to your Lord Lucifer. He must've been so pleased."

Alison quickly grabbed a pillow from her bed and swung it at Emily with full force, but the brunette was quick, and she managed to put her arms up, defending the side of her head. "Jerk!"

In return, Emily couldn't help but laugh at Alison's weak attempt. "Hey!" The brunette yanked the pillow away from am laughing Alison, or at least tried to, but the blonde had a firm grip. When Emily pulled the pillow she pulled Alison along with it, and the blonde bumped into Emily. Neither seemed to notice much as they kept laughing. "You're so violent." When Emily managed to pry the pillow away from Alison, and toss it aside, it was no longer in between their bodies, and both realized just how close they were.

Suddenly, it got quiet, and too still, neither one doing much but looking into each other's eyes.

Emily decided to break the silence. "It's weird to hear you laugh, like you're actually carefree. It's a nice look on you. But definitely off-putting."

"You want to talk about off-putting? Who knew you were such a dork." Alison chuckled lightly.

Emily decided that was the moment to take a step back. "I am not a dork!"

Alison gave the tan girl a disbelieving look. "Okay, maybe just a little," Emily complied. When Alison's face didn't change much, Emily corrected herself, "Okay, maybe much more than a little."

"Dork!" Alison teased as she made her way to her desk to grab her book and packet.

"She-devil." The brunette murmured.

Emily saw Alison getting her assignments, and proceeded to do the same, grabbing her backpack. "How long should we do homework for?"

Alison had been planning to have Emily for a while. Her parents wouldn't be home until later, if she even saw them, and she had a little plan to put in motion with Emily.

After a great bath, and some thinking time, Alison realized Mona's plan was actually her best bet. She had to integrate herself into Emily's good graces, and if that meant seducing her, the ambitious DiLaurentis would do so. Although, honestly, she did not know how far she'd be willing to take it with the Californian. "Why, did you have to go somewhere?"

"Yea." Emily looked up from digging in her backpack for a pen. 'Found it,' Alison heard Emily mumble under her breath. Cute. Wait, what the fuck? Alison tried to snap herself out of her random inner observations, but it didn't work until Emily spoke up again. "I made plans with Hanna to go to a movie. I'm supposed to pick her up at 9."

Alison got irritated. Did Emily just think she could blow her off like that so quickly? She told her she had the night off, basically, and only until now Emily was going to tell her she had to leave soon?

"You don't mind right? I mean, an hour and, let's say, 45 minutes is long enough." Emily was sitting on Alison's bed patiently. Her book, notebook, and packet on her lap. Her big brown eyes, staring questioningly up at Alison. All that wrapped in a leather jacket, white pants, and black Vans. She looked adorable, Alison had to admit to herself.

And as annoyed as Alison had gotten, she couldn't let Emily best her, so she feigned apathy.

"No, of course not." But even though she had thought she got herself under control, she blurted out, "Are you and Hanna dating or something?" Luckily for Alison, her voice sounded uninterested where in reality she was beyond curious.

"Dating?! No, no I wouldn't call it dating. Hanging out is more like it. Just, hanging out."

Good for me, Alison thought. Not that dating Hanna was going to prevent her from continuing her plan anyway.

The way Emily reacted to the question did not go unnoticed by Alison, who was a master at reading people.

"Oh, okay." Alison had a weird grin on her face, and it started making Emily uncomfortable, so she decided to bring back the reason why they were stuck in the blonde's room in the first place.

"So, should we get started or what?" Emily lifted up the small book in her hand.

Alison nodded, but first she excused herself to the restroom to change her shirt. She had decided to wear a red plaid shirt.

Soon, they were engrossed in the book. Suddenly, the blonde realized an hour and almost thirty minutes had passed. And so far, she had yet to really tease the rebellious girl.

The blonde decided it was time to put her plan in full motion, and begin to see if Emily would be into her. She stretched and yawned, trying to get the brunette's attention but Emily didn't look up at all. Instead, she just asked, "Tired?"

"A bit, but it's my neck that's killing me. It's been too strained from sitting, reading this book for too long." Alison groaned, complaining, while massaging her neck. It actually did hurt, but not nearly as bad as she was making it seem. "I can't really massage it myself. Do you mind?" The youngest DiLaurentis did not wait for Emily to answer, instead she crawled on all fours to the side of the floor Emily was on. The brunette had been leaning her back on the side of the bed, and even though there was nowhere to go to, the brunette tried to scoot back more as soon as she saw Alison crawling to her. Fortunately for Emily, Alison was not aware of the tan girl's panicky behavior.

"Uhhh…No." As nervous as Emily felt, her voice masked it by sounding completely weirded out.

She has to want me, Alison thought.

The brunette got her stuff, and took it off her lap as she reached for Alison, whose back was now facing her, and was in the process of sweeping her long, golden locks away from her neck. She put tentative hands on the fair skinned girl. Why am I nervous, it's just Alison, the rebellious girl got herself together and with that thought tightened her grip with a little more confidence. However, when she did that Alison moaned lightly, and the sound sent a warmth to a place Emily did not want with this blonde.

"That feels better." Alison said after a minute or two. "But it still doesn't feel too good. I can tell you're practiced though." The DiLaurentis girl turned around to smirk seductively at a brunette who was, quietly, trying to contain her cool. "I know what could help. I'll take my shirt off." Alison was kneeling in front of Emily, who couldn't seem to get herself off the floor. One button, and then another, and the tan girl could now see Alison's cleavage. It made her jaw tense.

The DiLaurentis girl loved how attentive Emily was. She was in no rush to unbutton her shirt, and by the way Emily's eyes drank her in slowly, she figured the brunette was in no rush either.

Once Alison had completely unbuttoned her shirt, and had relished in the new darkness of Emily's eyes, she scooted over to be closer to the girl. "How about now?"

The low, raspy tone of Alison's voice was enough jolt Emily. God, help her, she could hardly resist. However, she did manage to find her voice. "Sorry, about your neck, but I have to go." Emily quickly jumped to her feet and began packing her stuff up.

"But you still have 10 minutes?" Alison questioned. Emily had thrown her off. The blonde was almost certain Emily was about to pounce her.

Now she began feeling somewhat insulted.

"Yea, but…as you saw earlier, I like to be a bit early." The tan girl had packed up her assignments by then and turned her yes to Alison, who was still kneeling on the floor and looking up at her…with no shirt on…and a really nice lacy, red bra, and gorgeous blonde hair falling from her heart-shaped face. Her blue eyes, almost seemed begging. It took more strength than she had used in a while to continue to make her way to Alison's bedroom door. "Well, I'll hit you up later, to see when we work again. Sound good?"

"Mhmm." Alison brushed her hair to the side, and gave Emily a full view of her gorgeous neck, as if asking to be kissed…licked…marked…Get out, the Californian almost yelled at herself.

Quickly, the brunette turned and left almost sprinting. She didn't even let Alison offer to walk her to the door; she bolted.

The blonde heard Emily shut her front door, and realized that even though Emily, obviously, found her attractive, the girl had a much stronger resolve than she had thought to give her credit for.

I'll just have to work a bit harder, Alison thought and pounced on her bed, picking up her phone and calling Mona to debate ideas.