Hey guys! I know it's been almost a month that I don't update this fic, but college has been kicking me on the ass. Hopefully, it will be all over next week. Let's go to the questions:
Q1. Is everybody gay? Hanna will answer you on this chapter, lol
Q2. When will Emison be officially together? Let's just say Alison acts on her feelings faster than Emily.
Q3. The open letter to Marlene: thanks for DMing her, guest! I don't think she'll read or even care about it much, but we can't just accept this pregnancy storyline as if it were good representation.
Now, this chapter is almost 5K long and there are some very interesting Hanison and Emison scenes. I hope you enjoy. Oh, and don't forget to answer the poll by the end of chapter! XO
Alison was helping Emily with the dishes when they heard a knock on Hanna's door.
"That must be Sparia," The blonde hostess absentmindedly commented and walked to the door.
"Sparia?" Alison frowned. Was this another of Emily's friends?
"Yeah," Emily brushed a plate clean, "Hanna has this bad habit of mixing people's names if they're a couple. It's just Spence and Aria."
"Oh," Ali nodded as if she grasped the concept.
"She thinks this is funny," Mona mused.
Emily chuckled, "You only say that because you don't like your couple name."
"Well, Vandermarin does sound like an old Dutch lady," Mona joked, "At least yours was just bizarre."
Emily's? Did Emily have a nickname as well? But does that mean…? No, Emily didn't have a girlfriend. Ali was sure she didn't. Then, why the nickname? What was this weird feeling in her chest?
"Do you have a nickname, Em?" Emily suddenly flinched and Mona widened her eyes at the question. Fortunately, Hanna dragged Spencer and Aria into the kitchen and unknowingly broke the mood.
"Hey, Ali!" The couple walked hand in hand and Alison couldn't help but admire how natural they were, even among friends. She had never seen something like that in Rosewood and it certainly calmed her because… Well, she doesn't want to think about it.
"Hey!"
"We just came here to see how you were doing," Spencer said, "And to know whether you'll press charges against your husband," Emily stared at her dumbfounded. Smooth, Spencer, smooth.
Alison swallowed hard. She hadn't considered the idea of pressing charges against her husband. It seemed like an unnecessary fight to her. Besides, she had no money, she knew no one and was pretty sure that her parents would take Elliott's side, "I-I don't think I will."
"Why?! We can put him in jail and make sure he will never touch any woman like he touched you!" Spencer argued.
"Spence," Emily cut in, "If Ali doesn't want to, we can't make her press charges," Emily wanted to see that bastard rot in jail, she really did. But she had to put Ali first. If Alison didn't feel like she was ready to face her husband in court, so be it. What could Emily do?
"Ali," Aria gently spoke, "What he did to you is a crime. We will support your decision, whatever it is, but we can all agree that we want your husband to pay for his crimes."
"I don't have any money," Ali sighed, "I know my family will help him-"
"Money is not a problem," Spencer interrupted, "Mona and I will take your case for free."
"No, you can't!"
"Yes, we will!" Mona shot back, "You're a friend of Emily. You're a woman running away from her abuser. Ali, it would be insane to make you pay!"
"But Elliott could come after you..."
"We'll ask for a restraining order against Elliott and against your family if needed. They won't be able to contact or threaten you," Spencer assured.
Alison considered the possibility again. The thought of facing Elliott and her family in a trial was beyond scary, but the prospect of building a new life was alluring. She pictured herself teaching in a new school and living in a new house with Emily. She cast a glance over the brunette and saw her nod in approval. Emily would be there for her at the trial – that Ali already knew. That's when she made the decision.
"Thank you, Spencer. I don't think I can ever pay back what you've done for me," Alison smiled and Spencer shook her head proudly.
"I knew you'd make the right decision, Ali. I'll let you and Emily wash the dishes and then we'll go to the police station."
For the first time since the abuse, Alison felt hope.
As soon as they arrived at the police station, Spencer required a conversation with a Detective Furey. Five minutes later, a man in his early thirties appeared. He was small, olive-skinned, with dark hair and brown eyes and he was poised.
"You called me, Spencer?"
"Hey, Marco!" Spencer hugged him briefly and Alison saw Aria shifting her balance beside her as she not so discreetly glared at the duo. She could not help but wonder if Aria was jealous of the Detective. And why.
"This is my friend, Alison," Spencer presented them, "Alison, this is Detective Furey. He's going to help us with your case!"
"Glad to meet you, Alison," The detective shakes her hand warmly, "What kind of help do you need?"
"She wants to press charges against her husband," Spencer answers for her.
"On what grounds?" He asks softly and Ali notices that he doesn't want to overwhelm her.
"Domestic violence," It's Mona who answers this time, "And rape. We also want a restraining order against him and Ali's family."
"This is huge," He comments, "But we can make it work. What's his name?"
"Elliott Rollins," Alison finally speaks, "I ran away from home yesterday and I don't want him or my family to know that I'm here."
"It's okay," Marco assures, "I doubt they've filed a missing person report, but I'm going to let the command know anyway. And then we'll issue a restraining order."
"I'm not from Texas," She informs, "I'm from Rosewood, Pennsylvania."
"That's alright. But, bear with me, why did you travel all the way here, Alison?"
"Emily saved me and flew me here," Alison nods to Emily's direction. The brunette was standing away from the conversation mostly because she believes that it's something that Alison needs to handle by herself. Also, Spencer and Mona are obviously more helpful than her anyway. But, upon Alison calling her name, Emily walks forward and takes her hand, giving her a reassuring squeeze.
Marco scratches the back of his head, "Okay, you better get that story straight. You'll need a convincing one for the jury. Anyway," His voice softens, "Have you been… examined?"
Alison freezes for a moment. She knows exactly what being examined means: someone is going to touch her and see and, God, it terrifies her! Then, Emily pulls her closer and whispers against your hair:
"You don't have to do anything you don't want to."
And, somehow, those words push her forward.
"Not yet, Detective. But I can… take the examination if you need."
They head straight back to Hanna's home after the exam is over, Mona congratulating her on the way for how brave she had been. But Alison didn't feel like brave. Instead, she just asked Hanna if she could take a shower, to which Hanna nodded positively. The blonde hostess gave her a towel and a soap bar when they arrived and Alison locked herself inside the box.
Forty-five minutes. Hanna is going to kill her for the water bill, but Alison couldn't care less. In fact, it wasn't enough time to scrub away all the dirty that corrupted her body – only that dirty was imaginary. Her skin was impeccable, aside from the few purples on her wrists, ribs, and hips. The doctor – as tactful as she had been – told her that the abuses hadn't left many signs of physical trauma. She was lucky that someone took her away from there.
But standing there was like reliving all of Elliott's touches again – without the veil of innocence this time. Alison remembers clearly the way he stared at her like she was a piece of meat and then he would thrust deeper. It was painful – and scary sometimes. She remembers how he just grabbed her hips and pushed inside, imprisoning her in the cage of his fingers. At times, Elliott would keep using her body until he was satisfied. And the memory of those nights only made Alison scrub her skin harder, eventually drawing blood.
Then, she heard a knock.
"Ali, is everything okay?" Emily asked through the door.
"Yeah, I'm fine! Coming out!" She yelled through the shower and turned it off, walking out of the box to wrap herself in Hanna's towel.
"Okay! I'm outside with some clothes Hanna borrowed!" Emily didn't have to shout for Alison was already unlocking the door. The brunette gasps at first, momentarily following a droplet of water running into the valley of Ali's breasts. Then, she composed herself and remembered that Alison has just been through an abuse and that the blonde doesn't need another predator gawking at her.
But then she notices a drop of blood running down Ali's left arm.
"Ali, what is that?" She points at the red trail and Alison hugs her own body, concealing the left arm under her right. Emily almost slaps herself for her lack of tact.
"I-It's nothing," Ali's blue eyes are puffy and her face is swollen. Emily's sure that the other woman had been crying her heart out under the shower. She wanted Alison to share her anguish with her, she wants to hold the blonde through the pain. But Emily also knows that she can't make Alison tell her things Ali's not ready to say – especially when the blonde is only covered by a wet towel.
"U-Uh… I'll leave you to get dressed," Emily gave her the clothes and awkwardly left, inadvertently making Alison feel more disgusted at herself.
Alison didn't come out to have dinner and, despite their worries, the other women concluded it was best for her to be alone sometimes. They would be there if Alison called and needed. But, even so, Emily couldn't help but check on her friend before going to sleep. She's glad she did because she found Alison curled on her bed, crying on the pillow.
"Ali?" Emily gently called. Alison shifted and ducked her head, almost in disbelief.
"E-Em?"
"Is everything okay?" Emily sat on the edge of the bed, "Why are you crying? Did someone hurt you during the examination?" Just the thought of Alison getting hurt under her nose made Emily's blood boil. She would have to try harder if she wanted to protect the blonde.
"No, it's just-" Alison shook her head sniffed, "I feel dirty."
Emily wiped one tear away, "Why?"
"H-He used me like I was a doll and I just let him," Alison confessed, "I'm ashamed of how he touched me."
"It's not your fault, Ali," Emily pulled her into her chest and Ali accepted the gesture, even though she felt undeserving of it.
"It's disgusting how I feel his touch everywhere," Alison said, "I tried to scrub it away, but it feels like not even a thousand showers can't erase this. I don't know what to do, Em!"
"Ali, don't!" Emily held her tightly and Alison felt safe. It surprises Ali how safe she always feels in Emily's arms, "It's okay to feel this way. You're still healing," Emily kissed her forehead and it was like the whole world disappeared. The past had been erased, the future didn't exist, and all that mattered was the love pouring from Emily's lip in such a pure and devoted gesture. Alison could feel it. That kiss – as chaste as it was – had the power to wipe away the reminders of Elliott's touch.
"You're the bravest person I've ever met, Ali," Emily went on, making the blonde feel like floating, "I'm so proud of you. Don't ever forget that."
It was just too much and Alison captured Emily's lips with her own for a second, pulling away when Emily didn't kiss her back.
"Why?" She questions out loud. Why is Emily so sweet to her and then pulls away at the last second? Why does Emily seem to be struggling to be around her lately? Why wasn't Emily kissing her back now?
"Ali, I want what is the best for you," Emily cradles her face with so much love that Ali can't help but believe, "You're going through so much right now. I can't let my feelings for you make you confused or overwhelmed."
Emily's feelings. Though it still hurt to be rejected, just the mention of Emily having feelings for her softened the blow. Alison realized that Emily indeed loved her – or at least cared for her a lot. Emily was disregarding her own feelings only to make sure Alison was okay. The blonde wasn't sure she deserved someone so pure like Emily. She regretted having pushed her away after she found out Emily was a lesbian. Alison was sure now, more than ever, that sexual orientation had nothing to do with being good or bad. Emily was a lesbian – and one of the kindest souls wandering through this planet.
Therefore, Alison only nodded and rested her head back on Emily's chest, "Is cuddling okay?"
Emily placed one last kiss on the top of Ali's forehead, "Of course!"
Alison didn't know what to expect on Monday. Spencer had picked up Mona early in the morning because the two of them co-owned an office together. Aria drove by to catch Emily an hour later, Emily kissing her on the cheek before leaving. Hanna explained that Aria had offered a coaching position at the same university she worked at as a professor. So, Ali was left with Hanna and thought of things she could do when the other blonde went to work.
"Ali, go get ready," Hanna suddenly blurted, "We leave in twenty minutes."
"We?" Ali frowned.
"Yup," Hanna nodded, "You're gonna be my new assistant."
"R-Really?" Alison blushed, wondering how she was given such an opportunity, "Does your boss know already?"
"Yes, she does, and she thinks you're an awesome assistant," Hanna replied and only made Ali more confused, "Wait, I'm just joking. I work alone, so I'm the boss. And, as the boss, I've decided that I need a new assistant and that you're perfect for the job."
"But, Hanna, I don't know anything about fashion or-"
"That I can teach you, Ali," Hanna spoke with confidence, "What I see in you is a woman who has great potential, but who needs to rebuild her self-esteem. I wanna help, Ali. You can quit anytime you want, but I want you to have the means to get out of your situation and stand by yourself."
"You don't have to pay me,"
"Of course, I do, silly!" Hanna jokes, "I'm against the use of slave labor!"
Ali's blue eyes shone with gratitude. Hanna had offered her house, her friendship and, now, a job. Alison wonders if it's time she stops only being thankful and starts working to repay the trust Emily and her friends put on her. For the first time in her life, Alison feels like she can.
After Hanna borrows Alison a pink shirt and a nicely cut pair of jeans, they drive to Hanna's big task of the day: designing a dress that Bridget Wu can wear at her bachelorette party. Alison doesn't know who this woman is and Hanna explains that Wu is a socialite who always gives her a headache when designing for her. And now that Wu is getting married, Hanna only expects the worse. Alison wonders why Hanna takes the job and the other blonde tells her that Wu pays well. Really well.
Alison is totally not ready when Hanna pulls into Wu's driveway.
"Hanna, where were you?!" A Chinese girl in a pink dress with the hugest diamond ring Ali's ever seen approaches them, "I've been waiting for you all morning!"
"But you scheduled this at noon," Hanna rolls her eyes and argues.
"It doesn't matter! I'm getting married, don't you see?!" Wu exaggeratedly flops her hair and then notices another body next to Hanna, "Who's the blondie?!" She asks, eyeing Ali up and down, suddenly making her feel self-conscious.
"That's Ali, my new assistant," Hanna watched Wu carefully, ready to intervene in case she tried to tease Alison or something like that.
"Whatever," Wu just shrugs, "I need to go shopping in an hour, so you better hurry!"
As their client sashayed back inside, Hanna mouthed to Ali:
"I hate socialites."
"No, Hanna, you know I hate this shade of blue!"
"Then try this shade of green."
"It's absolutely not fashionable," Wu and Hanna have been going at it for half an hour. None of Hanna's suggestions seemed enough for the socialite. Hanna was on the brink of giving up and telling Wu to find someone else.
"Okay, so why don't you-"
"Can I make a suggestion?" Alison quietly spoke, startling the other women.
"Speak up, honey," Wu said, "Maybe you have a better taste than your boss."
Hanna just snorted at the dig, "Of course you can, Ali!"
"Uhm… You could wear a pink Chinese dress. A traditional one, I mean. Really s-simple, so you can match with any shoes or j-jewelry you'd like," Alison suggested, half expecting the socialite to tear her apart for her simplistic idea.
But Bridget Wu smiled, "I kinda like this."
"Me too," Hanna sighed for Wu liking an idea and not giving Alison a mean reply.
"It has to be really sexy, Hanna!" The socialite demanded, "Told you your assistant had a better taste than you!"
"Well, she makes me proud!" Hanna winked and smiled.
After Hanna took down every detail Wu wanted in her dress, the women went out to have lunch. Surprisingly, Hanna took her to a very nice Italian restaurant, claiming it was a day to celebrate success and a new job. Alison didn't complain, though she'd be quite satisfied with only a buffet restaurant. Though, she had to admit that it's been a while since she's eaten food that good.
Then, Hanna drove them back home and sat in the studio while she drew Wu's outfit, requesting Ali's opinion on the sketch every other minute. That is until Hanna offered Alison a pencil and a sheet of paper.
"Do you wanna draw too?"
Alison bit the inside of her cheek, "I-I'm not good at drawing."
"It doesn't matter, Ali. No one's gonna see it," Hanna argued, "I'm not Picasso or Van Gogh, but I can make my sketches detailed enough. That's all a stylist is supposed to know about drawing."
Suddenly feeling brave, Alison considered that a sketch wouldn't hurt, especially now that she wasn't doing anything. So, she took the pencil and the sheet and began to draw. The image of a woman with wavy black hair, broad shoulders, and delicate arms appeared as clear as a photograph. Alison drew a marine blue shirt on her and only then realized that this sketch looked eerily familiar. She had drawn Emily.
"Wow, Alison, you actually draw well," Hanna looks over her shoulder to see the sketch, "The model looks like Emily. That shirt seems like something she would wear."
Ali blushed, "R-Really?"
"Yup," Hanna smirked, "Do you like her, Ali?"
Alison wanted to shake her head and deny it because Emily had said they couldn't be anything more than friends at the moment. But her body betrayed her and the flush in her cheeks intensified. Hanna didn't even have to wait to get an answer.
"You do!" Hanna cheers, her reaction a little giddier than Alison would have expected, "Does Emily know?"
"She was the one I-I kissed w-when I was still married to Elliott," Ali confessed, expecting Hanna to be at least upset that she had dragged Emily into that mess. But Hanna didn't waver.
"How does Emily feel about it?"
"She doesn't want to make me confused now," Ali recalled, "At least that's what she told me."
"Emily's such a sap. She always put the needs of the ones she loves on top of her own," Hanna tells her, "This means that she really cares about you."
"I just..." Alison sighed, "I think Emily deserves better than me."
"Alison," Hanna squeezed her shoulder, "Don't say things like that. Emily is just giving you time to heal."
"But what if she finds someone better than me?"
"Emily doesn't get attached to people easily, but if she cares about you, she'll stick forever," Hanna reveals and then covers her mouth as if she spoke too much, "There's a reason why she acts like this."
"Why?"
"It's not my story to tell," Hanna shrugged, "But, anyway, you can still show that you care for her."
"How?"
"Give her this shirt," Hanna smiled mischievously and Alison had to admit that the idea was good. Even better was the sensation of making a gift to someone you loved. Alison couldn't wait.
Emily came home at 6 pm, tired but happy. Hanna said 'hi' from the kitchen and Emily yelled back to her, asking about dinner. Hanna told her to move her ass, making Emily laugh as she finally settled her eyes on Alison. They walked to each other and hugged. Alison was still bubbling with joy when she thought of her surprise and Emily's arms were wrapped around her tighter than usual.
"I've got a job interview next Friday," Emily whispered and Alison felt a strange feeling of accomplishment spreading from her chest through her veins. It was pride.
"I'm Hanna's new assistant," Alison told her and Emily pushed her away slightly only to look her in the eye. Ali has never seen Emily that happy before. The brunette kissed her forehead and whispered:
"Make sure you'll kick her ass for me!"
Two weeks later, Alison and Hanna were adding a few last touches to Emily's surprise shirt. Hanna knew Emily's body design in a way that almost made Ali feel a little jealous, but then the other blonde told her she's made clothes for Emily before. And, while Hanna attached the blue buttons to the shirt, Alison could not help but notice that the stylist's nails, though short, were always colorful. Today, Hanna's nails were black with a fake jewel on top of that. Hanna was so feminine that it was almost inconceivable she was a lesbian.
"Can I ask you something?" Alison suddenly blurts out.
"Sure!"
"When did you find out you were..." She dances around the question, "… you know."
"I think I've known since forever," Hanna answered, not exactly ending Ali's doubts, "Emily and I go to lesbian parties since we were seventeen."
"So you've always known?" Alison pressed, trying to placate her own inner questioning. How could she have missed being attracted to women? Or was Emily just an exception?
"I did, Ali, but it doesn't always go like that," Hanna placed the needle on the table so she could focus on their conversation, "Some people have always known, some people take longer."
"What about the other girls?" Ali hoped she wasn't overstepping a boundary, considering that Hanna had refused to tell her what had made Emily be so protective towards people.
"Mona found out when she was seventeen. Spencer and Aria, only after during college."
"Have you dated Mona ever since?"
Hanna laughed dryly, "No. We've been friends since we were fifteen, but we only got together during college. Mona had a rough time accepting herself. Her mother forced her into therapy in hopes she could fix her. But Mona doesn't need to be fixed. She's perfect."
Alison could relate to that story. Elliott tried to correct her by… she doesn't even want to think of this word… and her mother had allowed it.
"So you helped her?"
Hanna frowned, "I should've helped her more. I think Mona has liked me since we met, but I took longer to feel the same. When she was dealing with her mother, I was arguing with my father who could not accept a bisexual daughter."
"Bisexual?" Ali blinks at the unknown word.
"Someone who's attracted to both men and women, Ali," Hanna explained, "It's not all black and white."
Somehow, Alison was relieved. Bisexual is probably the definition she has been looking for and it was good that she had Hanna and Mona to relate to. At least, she didn't feel so alone.
"I didn't know we could like both."
"Well, Spencer, Aria and I are bisexuals. Mona and Emily are lesbians. But, anyway," Hanna went on, "I started to date a boy named Caleb in college. He used to study Computer Engineering. At the same time, Spencer began to hang out with a boy from the same major. And then we found out we were dating the same boy."
Alison was aghast, "Oh my God! What did you do?"
"Spencer and I slapped him and we walked away. And then we found out that Spencer was pregnant of him. It created a wedge between us," Hanna recalls, "She ended the pregnancy. I began to drink and party a lot more than I should have and Spencer drowned in books and study."
"Mona, totally okay then, kicked some sense in me. I loved the way she took care of me. I loved the way she comforted me. She made me confront Spencer and it literally saved our friendship," Hanna's eyes were humid, "And then I realized that I was in love with my best friend and it just kind of happened."
Alison felt like she was on Hanna's shoes. She loved the way Emily cuddled with her. She loved the way Emily kissed her. She loved the way Emily challenged her with new ideas. And, suddenly, Alison wished she and Emily could just be like Mona and Hanna. She wanted them to 'just happen'.
"What about Spencer and Aria?" Alison wanted to know how the other couple got together.
"Oh, they were a little more complicated," Hanna laughed, "Aria has always been a quiet girl and she hadn't done much dating. But she was the only one who could drag Spencer out of her room at the time. When they started going out, Spencer wanted to take things slow because she was afraid of commitment and Aria respected that. Funny thing Spencer proposed to her a few years later. Aria won her love with patience."
There was, however, one character missing in those stories, "What about Emily?"
"She was busy making sure the group didn't fall apart," Hanna winked, picked her needle and went back to sewing buttons.
Emily and Alison were talking in Ali's room before they went to sleep. Tomorrow is going to be a big day for Emily, considering she had a job interview. And Alison was glad the other woman would rather spend time with her than sleeping early on the couch.
"I have a surprise for you," Alison suddenly gushes.
Emily frowns in amusement, "What is it?"
"Close your eyes."
Alison opens her closet and picks the shirt she had made for Emily. It's the first piece of clothing Ali has ever designed and she wonders if Emily will like it. She stands back in front of Emily, holding the shirt in her eye's level.
"You can open them," She instructs and Emily obeys. The sparkle of surprise in Emily's eyes is unforgettable. Alison wants to see that reaction over and over again.
"Ali, this is beautiful," Emily fidgets the shirt, feeling the soft silk under the pads of her fingers, "You didn't need to buy this."
"I didn't," Alison reveals and Emily parts her mouth open, "I drew it and Hanna helped me with the making. It's the first piece that I draw, so I wanted to make it special."
"You didn't have to," Emily ducks her head to hide her foolish smile and blushing cheeks. Alison felt incredibly happy.
"I wanted to."
"Thanks," Emily puts the shirt over her arm, "I'm gonna wear it tomorrow. Hope it brings me luck."
"You barely need luck," Alison replies and they chuckle shortly before falling into an awkward silence.
"Do you want me to stay the night?" Emily always asks before they sleep and, usually, Alison is more than eager to cuddle with the brunette until the sun rises. But tonight she feels different. Tonight she feels brave. Tonight, she wants to face her nightmares all by herself. It's not like she doesn't want Emily's comfort – Ali craves for it, but she knows she needs to be strong for the both of them.
"Actually, I wanted to sleep alone tonight," It's the first time Alison asks for this in two weeks and she hopes Emily understands, "I wanted to see how I'm going to deal with nightmares and stuff."
"Oh," Emily mumbled, slightly disappointed at not having the opportunity to stay with Alison, but also feeling proud of the blonde's resolve, "I'll be on the couch if you need anything."
Ali smiles, "Goodnight, Em."
"Goodnight, Ali," Emily walks to the door, but Alison calls her before she leaves.
"Wait!"
The blonde placed on hand on Emily's cheek and stares deep into her eyes. She could not fight it any longer. Her eyes darted to Emily's lips and she closed their distance slowly, unsure if Emily would reject her again. And, while her brain was telling her not to take advantage of Ali's possible vulnerable state, Emily listened to her heart this time. And her heart yearned for Alison, couldn't repress her feelings any longer.
The kiss was chaste and slow. Emily kissed her with extreme delicacy and Alison felt desired. Alison caressed her cheek and Emily felt like a new life has been breathed into her. They broke the kiss once they need air and Emily smiles before leaving. She almost wishes Alison calls her during the night, but bubbles in pride when the blonde doesn't.
Emily aces her interview on the next day.
So... this fic has only 3 chapters left (yep, I know) and, again, I would like to know what you guys want to read next, lol. You have four options here:
Hold On Till May: Alison had no reason to be alive and the world is better off without her. That's what she thinks before she meets Emily Fields, a girl with a most particular gift: the power to convince Alison to keep going. (Yes, based on PTV song)
A Ticket to Venus: Emily Fields was beaming because she thought she and her kids had won a trip to Hawaii. That's when she finds out that a woman named Alison DiLaurentis had won the same prize and the worst thing is: they have to share a room. (Yes, based on "Blended")
Those two you already know from the last poll I've made, lol. Here are the other two options:
Ali's Guide to the Art of Love: Emily Fields is an Olympic swimmer with a perfect life until she catches her fiancée, Paige McCullers, cheating on her. Determined to save her wedding, Emily takes a few classes with America's greatest seductress, Alison DiLaurentis. Will Alison be a good teacher? (Yes, based on 'Educating Caroline')
Love is not a Book Quote: Emily is in love with Alison since they were fourteen. They kiss each other a lot, but the blonde doesn't want to have a relationship with her. That is, until Emily wants to come out of the closet. What will happen to their relationship? (No, it's not based off anything, lol).
PLEASE, DON'T FORGET TO VOTE! XO