"Your father and I are getting a divorce."

Alison nodded, "I figured," she fiddled with her nails absently.

"Alison, it's nobody's fault," her mum said firmly, "He shouldn't have bought it up the way he did the other day. It really has nothing to do with you kids."

"So… what has it to do with?" Alison asked, "You guys are always fighting but I never know what about…"

Jessica sighed, "We've been fighting for a long time, Alison. We just don't see eye to eye on things anymore. On anything. We have nothing in common and we just seem to get underneath each others skin. It's not… one thing. We've just grown apart. Evolved differently."

Alison nodded, "Oh. Okay. It's not because I'm…"

"No," Jessica repeated, "That's one of very many things that we disagree on. But he will accept you, Alison. Just give him some time."

Alison shrugged, "Um, are you okay?"

Jessica smiled, "I am."

"Where's dad now?" Alison asked.

Jessica hesitated, "He's gone away… for business."

Alison scoffed, "Oh. When is he coming back?"

"I'm not sure," Jessica said slowly, "But I'm sure he'll let us know."

Alison blinked, taking that in, "He's… walked out on us," she realised.

"We've both signed the papers so technically…"

"Yeah but he could have said goodbye," Alison said bitterly, "Could have said… something."

"He hasn't handled it….well, I agree but he's still your father," Jessica said gently.

"I get that you're trying to be like, neutral and not bad mouth him in front of me, but mum, that was a shit move on his part and he's being a prick."

Jessica sighed, "Ali…"

"Please just admit that," Alison growled, "He walked out on his kids mum. Without a word."

"Okay, yes his actions were… crap. And yes he has been a prick."

Alison smiled, "Yeah. Can I go to Cece's tonight?"

Jessica bit her tongue, "I'd prefer if you had her here."

Alison sighed, "Fine, but she's staying over."

"Was that a question or a statement?"

"A fact," Alison smiled as she got up, "Because I guess this is the bit where you start trying to buy my love. Isn't that what divorced parents do?"

Jessica chuckled, "You wish."

Alison pouted, "But I'm sad," she claimed, "And she's sleeping in my bed."

Jessica rolled her eyes, "You're sixteen…" she sighed, "Just this once. Only because I know under that attitude that you are affected by this."

Alison grinned, "Thanks mom," she hugged her quickly before pulling her phone out and flouncing off.

"You're really okay?" Cece sounded concerned as she ran a hand through her girlfriends' hair as the two lay on Ali's bed.

Alison sighed, "I'm fine. I don't want to talk about it anymore. I want to do something fun."

Cece smiled, "Okay. What do you want to do?"

"Hmm," Alison thought, "We could dance."

Cece laughed, "You wanna go dancing?"

Alison sat up and looked at her, "No, I can't be bothered going into Philly," she shrugged, "But we could dance here."

Cece stood up and held her hand out, "Okay, let's dance," she grinned.

Alison giggled, taking her girlfriends' hand and hitting play on her stereo.

Cece spun her girlfriend around before pulling her close, moving to the rhythm of the music. Alison bit her lip as she watched the older woman's hips sway. She ran her hands down Cece's sides, settling them on her hips.

"You dance so good," Alison murmured.

Cece smirked, "Do I?" she just asked innocently.

Alison giggled, "You know you do," she pushed at Cece's chest playfully, "You're like all seductress when you dance. It's so hot."

Cece's smile widened, "You're not so bad yourself," she murmured as she pushed her hands through her own hair, watching her girlfriend bite her lip.

Alison pulled her close again, "Yeah, well, you taught me everything I know," she claimed, "I used to watch you dance with all those guys. They couldn't take your eyes off you. It was like the dancefloor revolved around you."

"You exaggerate," Cece rolled her eyes, "But I bet you were checking me out, even then," she winked.

Alison blushed, "Well, yeah, probably," she smiled sheepishly, "I didn't know though. I thought I was just trying to like… emulate your dancing… I wanted to be like you. I thought you were the coolest chick ever."

Cece laughed, "And now?" she put a hand on the small of Ali's back, "What do you think now?"

Alison locked her eyes on Cece, "Now I know you're the most beautiful woman in the world. And not just on the outside. You're so sweet and so smart and loyal. You always know how to make me feel better. You know how to make me laugh. And I still want to be like you. I'd be proud to be half the woman you are."

Cece's eyes grew soft as her girlfriend spoke, "Oh, you," she murmured, pulling Alison into her chest, "Talk about sweet. You're my little angel," she kissed her on top of the head.

Alison smiled, "Not so much with the little," she giggled.

Cece nuzzled into her neck, "My little angel," she repeated, pulling away with a laugh.

"Fine, fine," Alison rolled her eyes.

Cece's hands moved down Alison's spine and onto her behind, pulling her close.

"I love you," Alison murmured before pressing her lips to Cece's.

Cece kissed back, moving one hand to sweep it through Alison's blonde hair.

"I love you too," she said breathlessly as she lowered Alison onto the bed.

Alison wrapped her hands around the back of Cece's neck. Then she moved her hands down to Cece's waist and pulled her flush against her own body.

"Mm, Ali," Cece mumbled, "Stop."

Alison bit her lip, "Sorry."

Cece smiled, "No, I mean I want to. Of course I want to. I just don't think it's what your mum meant when she said I could…sleep in your bed."

Alison smiled sheepishly, "Well… she knows we, you know, do stuff. When her and dad were arguing, she said she'd rather we do it here than like push me away."

Cece shook her head, smiling, "Did you make that up?"

Alison laughed, "No! She really did!"

Cece grinned, "Well, in that case…" she began nibbling on Ali's neck, tracing her fingers over her girlfriends' hips and underneath her shirt.