A/N: I know I take long to update, but this is mostly a hobbie for me, and I prioritize other things. However, I do plan to keep at it until I finish it Thanks a lot guys! Enjoy!


Hanna had begged to watch a scary movie. Personally, Emily was not in the mood for a scary movie. Not because she was afraid, in fact horror movies were some of her favorite, but she had seen so many, they had become predictable. She had suggested "Amy," the documentary on Amy Winehouse, but Hanna said she wanted to watch "The Babadook."

So they did.

In the end it didn't really matter. After about 20 minutes, Hanna's face ended up in the crook of Emily's as she hid from a scary scene; she playfully teased the blonde and lowered her head to whisper in Hanna's ear, but she caught a whiff of her sweet perfume and that was it for her. When the girl's pink lips came up Emily did not hesitate to press them against her own.

In other words, they spent the movie making out, and roaming their hands over each other.

For some reason once they were out of the theater, Hanna had gotten shy. The silence made Emily uncomfortable. She felt as though she might have done something wrong. "Hey, you okay?" She nudged the blonde playfully. Hanna blushed as she looked up at Emily and said, "Yes, sorry. It's just we were supposed to hang out, but we ended up…" Hanna didn't seem to find the words.

"No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have kissed you, I just thought you also wanted it-"

Hanna interrupted, "I did! I do. It's just, I don't know how I'm supposed to act around you. What's appropriate and what's not. For example, I want to hold your hand right now, but I don't if I can."

"Hanna, what I meant when I told you those things was that I don't want to be…put in a box, so to speak. I don't want to make anything official, because we hardly know each other, but I do like you! I like being with you. I guess, what I'm trying to say is that we shouldn't be girlfriends until we get to know each other more, but that doesn't mean we can't kiss, or hold hands, or…whatever. At the end of the day, it's as simple as I like you and you like me, right?"

The blonde nodded, but made herself clear, "Right."

"This is our last year of high school, who knows where we'll go off to. Why not enjoy ourselves?" Emily asked herself more than Hanna, but the blonde responded all the same.

"No, you're right. It's too soon." She nodded and bowed her head.

Emily internally sighed when she saw her. Gently, she took Hanna's pinky finger between her index and thumb. The brunette swung the blonde's hand by her pinky until Hanna turned to meet her eyes. They were still walking along, and surprisingly did not trip or bump into anyone.

Hanna looked amused, and Emily began tickling her fingers down her palm until her tan ones intertwined with her own. The brunette gave her the sweetest smile, the blonde had ever seen, and she couldn't help her own face breaking into a bright smile.

Emily's one of a kind, Hanna thought. The brunette made it so easy.

"So how about ice cream?" The tan girl asked.


The following afternoon, Alison had Mona over. At first they were going to go to the mall, but were still careful not to see anyone form school, in the end they decided it would be best to hang out in Alison's house.

"So she didn't budge?" Mona asked.

"She looked like she wanted to, but no. She got up like something bit her in the ass, and bolted out of my room." Alison dipped the strawberry in cream, then took a sweet bite.

"Which means, you have an effect on her."

"Duh." The blonde thought that was so obvious. Mona, loves to waste oxygen.

"Maybe, you were moving too fast. You need to slowly warm her up to you, not just put yourself out there all at once."

"I was seducing her," Alison defended herself.

"You were too aggressive." Mona put on her thinking face, and Alison gave her time to put her thought together. "Start out as friends, be cute about it. Don't make every move so forward."

"Fine. But what am I supposed to tell her next time I see her?"

Mona got up from Alison's bed and started pacing. "Tell her you find her very attractive, but that you're sorry for coming on so strong, and that you'd like to start all over again." Mona did not understand why this was so hard for Alison. Sure, Emily was quite different from the rest, guys or girls, but still. Since when was it so hard for Alison to charm someone? "Work your DiLaurentis magic on her. Worked on me."

"Yea, but she's not like you or the rest. I can't read her." Alison got up to get in front of Mona. "You know who she ditched me for?! Hanna Marin. She left me topless, for Hefty Hanna."

When Mona shrugged off Alison's indignation, the blonde looked at her questionably. "What?" The tiny brunette asked. "I see the way they're with each other. Hanna is so in love, already. It's pretty obvious."

The DiLaurentis looked staggered. "And Emily?! Does she like her back?"

Mona shrugged. Alison swore that if the petite brunette shrugged her off one more time, she was going to bounce her off the walls. "She doesn't seem to be into Hanna as much as Hanna is into her, but she definitely cares for her a lot."

"How do you know all of this?"

"Because I look at them." Mona said it in a matter-of-fact tone that was about to drive the blonde insane.

"So do I." Alison walked back to the edge of her bed to sit down.

"Yea, but when you look at them you're seeing them through your DiLaurentis shade colored glasses. You're looking at them, but you're not aware of them. Instead of going through your thoughts, you should be deciphering what they might be thinking. If you really pay attention, you'll probably guess correctly."

Alison shook her head in disbelief. "When did you get better at this than me?"

Mona smirked deviously. "I learned from the best." She took a seat next to Alison. "This isn't news to you. You know this. This girl is just a curve ball for you for some reason."

"You're right. And if you ever tell anyone about this I'll kill you."

"I believe you." With a sigh, Mona got up and made her way to Alison's bedroom door. "Well I have to go. I have a hot date tonight." Alison was still in deep thought so Mona broke her out of it by giving some more advice. "Alison, you have the perfect opportunity. You can meet with her frequently with the excuse of the book. Tell her you want a drink, or you're hungry, or whatever. Go out with her, without the distraction of your assignments, and talk to her. Get personal, before you get freaky." She winked.

"Are you saying that I should sleep with her, because that's on a whole other level."

Mona had already opened the door. "No, I'm saying that if you want it, you want it. There's no shame in glory. Ta-ta." The brunette stepped out and closed the door leaving a distressed DiLaurentis behind.

The blonde really needed a mental break. Maybe if she actually went outside for a bit, the fresh air might do her some good. But she couldn't go anywhere too populated, so she decided to go to a small music shop in the neighborhood.


Alison's mom had always insisted on her learning the piano, and father never complained. She had liked it at first, but soon her parents became demanding and Alison had grown tired of it. She considered herself a decent player. Above average. But now whenever she played, which was rare, she liked to do it without people to look at her and judge.

She had made her way to the pianos, but it was the sound of a guitar that caught her attention. It was an electric guitar, but the person playing made it sound so smooth, that Alison began walking towards it, almost hypnotized. When she rounded the corner to the guitar section, full of all styles and colors, she was met with the profile of a dark-haired beauty.

She didn't want to speak. She didn't want to break the trance she found herself in, or the one the girl was in.

Each note was played so delicately, Alison almost melted, but right when she closed her eyes to the sound, it ended.

"Stalker."

The blonde opened her eyes, and was met with Emily's amused ones. It took her a moment to remember she had a voice, and said, "This town is not as big as you think."

Emily put the Fender guitar down on the stand, and made her way towards Alison. "Yea, I'm starting to realize that real fast. Earlier today I ran into Aria with…someone." The brunette caught herself, and Alison's curiosity almost got her to ask Emily 'who?', but she decided to save that for later.

"What are you doing here? You play the guitar?" Emily sounded too surprised for Alison's liking.

"Piano." The blonde responded plainly.

"Of course." Emily's smug smile was something Alison was starting to love and hate. It was something she couldn't decide whether she wanted to slap or kiss away, which was a bizarre thought for the blonde.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Alison's own voice began to get as irritated as her thoughts.

"It's just that you're a pretty, blonde, white, rich girl. Of course mommy and daddy wanted their daughter to do something artistic. So let me guess, they got you personal piano classes when you were anywhere between 5 years old to 9 years old." It wasn't really a question, the way Emily said it. "And I say got you, because it's not like you asked, and even if you had, they probably drained all the fun out of it."

Alison could do nothing, but glare. Damn, she hated the girl. How was she supposed to try and be her friend, when she insulted her like that? If she wasn't right, it would be easier to ignore it and move on. But it was almost as if Emily saw right through her, and it made her angry; to feel so out of control.

"Did I touch a nerve?" Emily, again, produced a smug smile.

There it is again, Alison thought.

Before she knew what she was doing, Alison's hand was flying to the other girl's face, but Emily, already prepared for violence due to the heat in Alison's eyes, caught it just an inch before making contact with her brown cheek.

Emily held her wrist so tight, it was starting to sting, and she made a tsk sound in while shaking her head in glee. "I win."

Alison tried to pry her arm out of Emily's grip, but the girl held on tight. "Let me go!" She continued to struggle, and when the taller girl did not budge she started shoving Emily away with her other hand, but Emily took that one too. The tan girl now had both of her wrists in a deadly grip and she pulled them firmly behind Alison's back.

She pulled Alison's body flush against hers. The blonde could feel the heat of the other girl's body but tried to ignore the sensation, and a second later she began squirming again. "You know what? I like you like this." When Alison kneed her, Emily bent down in pain, and finally let her go.

"Asshole." Alison said breathless.

As soon as Emily caught her breath she began laughing. Slowly she stood up straight. "You're very violent."

"You wouldn't let me go!" Alison could not believe the crassness of this girl.

"I'm sorry, was I the one who tried to slap you? Oh, no! I wasn't. Who was that?" Emily tapped her chin curiously. "Oh, yea that was you." She pointed her index finger at the blonde, and once again a smug grin plastered her face.

There was no way she could shut the girl up, except…

She grabbed her roughly by her leather jacket, and pulled her along until they were secluded in the piano room. Emily had actually been caught off guard, and almost tripped on the way over. With all her strength, Alison shoved the girl inside, and closed the door.

"You're going to kill me now aren't you?"

"Shut up." Alison whispered before taking Emily's lips without warning.

To Alison's surprise, Emily did not take long to respond. In the same second the blonde roughly took her lips, she reacted with just as much passion. The DiLaurentis girl felt Emily's hand tangle in her hair and pull her impossibly closer. She couldn't help the groan that left her lips, soon followed the moan she made when Emily tongue met her own.

She tasted delicious, and her tongue was dominating, but not sloppy. Alison decided in that moment that she hated Emily Fields.

The girl was so fucking beautiful it almost hurt to see her. She was smart, annoyingly funny, apparently also a talented musician, and an amazing kisser.

It did not matter how many times Alison tried to gain an upper hand, Emily always won. And even now when she had initially taken Emily by surprise, the brunette has made her, her own and took charge of the kiss. But what Alison hated the most, was that a part of her loved it.

She hated that she loved it.

She hated the pool of wet desire forming between her thighs. She hated how alive Emily made her feel. She hated how when she took Emily's bottom lip between her teeth and pushed her down onto the bench, the brunette took her legs and made the blonde straddle her causing friction that made Alison want to lose control more than she already had. She hated how Emily's possessive hands roamed all over her body leaving a trail of heat, Alison should not be feeling in the first place.

The sound of someone clearing their throat disapprovingly made Alison jump off of Emily. "This is a public place. Private things, should be done privately." The store clerk, a middle aged man, said.

Emily smiled, and apologized which the man seemed to accept, but Alison's face, which was already heated, only blushed more at getting caught. When the man left, Emily spoke up. "I'm hungry."

She sounds so fucking composed, Alison internally ranted. Meanwhile, Alison could hardly say a word, because she was so breathless.

Emily raised a curious eyebrow. "Alison?"

"Mhm." Alison looked at Emily trying to put on an apathetic face, and miserably failing.

"Do you wanna go eat?"

Well, at least she doesn't sound amused, Alison thought, and she was more than grateful for that, because she was sure she couldn't handle any of Emily's teasing about what had just happened right then.

"Mhm." Alison tried to show some confidence by walking out of the door first, her head high, but inside her mind a battle was brewing.