A/N: Just a non-prompt piece of pre-disappearance emison innocent cuteness. Enjoy! And keep the prompts coming :)

"Are you sure you're okay with her, Ali?" Aria asked.

Alison grinned as she pulled Emily's arm around her shoulder, "No worries, you guys go back to Spencer's. My parents are away anyway so I'll just settle her at mine."

The girls nodded and left her to it.

"God, Em, how much did you drink?" Alison asked as helped her friend walk across Spencer's yard.

"Just a tiny, little bit," Emily squeezed her thumb and forefinger together.

"Bull," Alison shot back, "Maybe I shouldn't have taken you girls to a college party."

"It was fuuuun," Emily whined.

Alison laughed, "Uh-huh, I'm sure anything's fun when you're downing so much alcohol."

"Well, you flounced off with that older girl and this boy kept getting me drinks, he was very nice," Emily slurred.

"Oh my god," Alison shook her head, "Em, don't take drinks from strangers. I mean it, it's not safe, especially at these things."

"He was nice," Emily insisted, "He was asking me about school and my swimming – "

"And if you do it in a bikini," Alison finished knowingly.

"Pshhh," Emily shook her head, "He wasn't like that."

"Emily, he got you drunk," Alison said, "He was like that. I'm going to lecture you when you're sober."

"I am sober!" Emily exclaimed.

Alison laughed, "Not even close, sweetie," she dug through her bag for her keys and opened the front door whilst still supporting her friend.

"You were talking to a boy!" Emily grumbled, "Why are you allowed and I'm not?"

"Because I know how to talk to boys," Alison pointed out, "And not to accept drinks from them."

Emily huffed, "You didn't even speak to us, you just spoke to that stupid boy all night," she whined.

Alison finally got her up the stairs, "Well, we don't get to go to college parties all the time, I had to make the most of it."

"Well, I don't like it," Emily crashed onto the bed dramatically.

Alison laughed, "You don't like parties?"

"I don't like you talking to those college boys," Emily slurred, "What are you doing?" she sat up.

"I'm taking your shoes off unless you want to sleep in them?" Alison rose an eyebrow.

"I know how to take my own shoes off," Emily pushed her away and started fiddling with her laces.

Alison just watched her friend struggle to untie her shoes.

"Want help?" Alison asked with a smirk.

Emily glared at her, "Fine," she crossed her arms.

"Why are you being so petulant?" Alison frowned.

"You took us to a party and then ignored me all night," Emily said sadly.

Alison rolled her eyes, "You're like a broken record, Em."

"I missed you," Emily claimed.

Alison smiled, "It was just one party, silly," she pulled Emily's shoes off and sat beside her on the bed, "Why are you acting so funny, Em?"

Emily sighed dramatically, "You're my best friend, Ali."

Alison nodded and took Emily's hand, "I know. You're my best friend too, Em. You know that."

"I don't think you like me anymore," Emily hung her head.

Alison frowned, "Emily, what are you talking about?"

"You're always hanging out with that older girl now," Emily pouted.

Alison sighed, "It doesn't mean I'll forget you," she squeezed her friends hand.

"I think I'm a bad person," Emily said quietly.

"Why?" Alison watched her friend closely.

Emily bit her lip; her head felt funny and she knew she should stop talking but the alcohol was doing something weird to her tongue and she just kept speaking even though her head was telling her to shut up, "Because I have these funny feelings," she said quietly.

Alison tilted her head, "Funny feelings? Where? Talk to me, Em."

Emily looked at her friends concerned eyes, "You guys are always… and I don't… I think…" she stumbled over her words.

Alison sighed, "You can tell me, Em," she said softly.

"I think you're really pretty," Emily looked at her friend's shining blue eyes.

"Thanks," Alison smiled, "What's that got to do with the funny feelings?"

Emily nibbled on her lip, "Um. I mean, I like looking at you more than those college boys."

Alison's eyebrows shot up and she lent forward, "Oh!" she exclaimed, "You like girls!"

Emily blushed furiously.

Alison's lips curled into a smile, "Hang on, you like me?"

Emily wrapped her arms around her stomach, "I don't know," she mumbled, "I think you're really beautiful and I really like spending time with you and I get butterflies when I'm with you."

Alison grinned, "You're so sweet, Em," she watched her friend curl into herself and took her hand again, "Don't be embarrassed, sweetie."

Emily looked at her smiling friend, "But it isn't normal."

Alison frowned, "Normal is boring anyway, Emily."

Emily sighed, "I want to be normal."

"It's okay," Alison placed a hand on her friends' cheek, "I don't mind who you like, Em," she smiled and pulled her friend into her arms.

"I don't want to like you though," Emily blurted.

Alison chuckled, "Hey, I don't think that's a compliment, you know."

Emily smiled sheepishly, "I just mean…"

"Em…" Alison hesitated, "Sometimes I have funny feelings too."

Emily frowned, "You do?" she asked surprised.

Alison nodded, "Sometimes. It started with that older girl I hang around with. She's very pretty."

Emily nodded, "I noticed," she admitted.

Alison smiled, "But she hooks up with a lot of boys… I think that's what people do in college. But I think… "

Emily wasn't used to seeing her friends so nervous, she smiled at the sight.

"I think you're really pretty too," Alison said quietly, "I think… you're really sweet. I like the way you look at me and I like you more than any of the others."

Emily bit her lip, "You do?"

Alison nodded, "Yeah. I think... I think I want to kiss you."

Emily blushed, "Really?" she asked, scared to let the excitement creep into her voice.

Alison moved a hand to Emily's cheek, "Yeah," she breathed, "I'm going to kiss you now, okay?"

Emily nodded wordlessly.

Alison moved her face close to Emily's and kissed her softly. She closed her eyes. Emily's lips felt gentle and unsure. They tasted nice, like caramel. It was a little sticky but not in a bad way. Alison pulled away and opened her eyes to see Emily's still closed. She giggled nervously until Emily's eyes opened.

"That was really nice," Emily mumbled.

Alison smiled, "Really nice," she agreed.

"Um. Can I kiss you now?" Emily asked.

Alison nodded.

Emily pressed her lips to Alison's. She tasted so sweet. Her head felt fuzzy and she didn't think it was just the alcohol this time. The butterflies in her stomach were going crazy. Alison's lips were like clouds. She felt like she was flying and she never wanted to land. But then she got hit by a dizzy spell and she broke the kiss suddenly to hold her head.

"Em?" Alison sounded concerned.

Emily squinted one eye, "Sorry, my head felt dizzy all of a sudden. My eyes feel funny too. I think maybe I'm sick."

Alison smiled, "I think maybe you drank too much, silly."

"My stomach hurts," Emily wrapped her arms around her middle.

"Lay down, Em," Alison pulled her by the hand into a laying position, "You'll be okay, I promise."

"Ali?"

"What is it?" Alison asked as she snaked an arm over Emily's stomach from behind.

"I really like kissing you," Emily mumbled as her eyes fluttered.

Alison smiled, whispering into Emily's ear, "I really like kissing you too."