I know! I know! Where have I been?! I'm not even going to lie to you guys, I just got incredibly lazy and have been binging on a show. Every time I would start this chapter, I would be like, "….I'll do it later." And kept pushing it back, back, back, back, back.

What show you ask? Well, I'm literally 10 years late and decided to watch Grey's Anatomy. For those of you who don't know, Grey's anatomy has 11 SEASONS. *Silently weeps for the pain I've put myself into*

But I'm going to make it up to you guys, I promise.

CHAPTER #12: I'm Sorry

Italics means thoughts, emphasized word or action. Bolded is a flashback. (….) is an indication that time has passed.

Alison puts all of her sketchbooks and writing utensils in her bag and walks out her class at The Art Institute. As she's approaching her car, she checks her phone for a message from a certain someone but is left with nothing. Three days. It's been three days since my night with Emily and she hasn't text, call, or even tried to talk to me. And when she does appear, she's bickering with Amy and hardly acknowledges me; giving me the cold shoulder. You know what, I should have seen this coming. I ruined things by hopping into bed with someone who's drunk and expect anything from them afterwards. That night was a mistake. Huge mistake. It was exactly what it's called. A One. Night. Stand.

Right at that moment, her phone buzzes in her hand. She quickly leaves her thoughts and eagerly glances at her phone.

[Caller ID: Dad]

Alison sighs out an disappointed breath as she answers her phone, opening her car door. "Hello?"

"Hey, Alison. How are you?"

"I'm fine. Getting in my car, leaving my class." She puts her bag in the passenger seat as she sits in the driver's.

"Oh. How are your classes? You're enjoying them?" Her dad asks. Normal conversations between two people tend to flow smoothly but with this one, it's been choppy since the first breath; seemingly like her dad, Kenneth, was trying to force a conversation with Alison.

"It's definitely picking up," Alison puts her phone on speaker as she starts the car, "Testing to see who true artists are and what we can do."

"That's great, honey. I'm glad you're feeling better...Ho-how are your sessions this time around?

Alison pushes out a silent huff of air as she stops before she begins to reverse out of her parking space. She looks at her phone for a brief moment before responding, "They're fine."

"Good. That's good. I'm...I'm really proud of you, Alison."

Alison looks over her shoulder as she backs out of her parking space, "Yeah, well. I'm trying."

...

Before going home, Alison decides to stop at Shake Shack for a frozen custard to reward herself for her troubles. As she waited in line for her desert and finally was served, she turns away from the cashier when she sees a familiar face walking in. A face that she wishes not to see.

"Alison, wait." Emily softly calls out to Alison who walks right past her for the exit doors. Emily follows her outside to the parking lot. "Alison, wait!" She jogs behind her and grabs her free arm. Alison immediately shoots Emily a glare. A glare Emily remembers.

Emily lets go of Alison's arm, "I'm sorry." She quickly apologizes. "Can I please talk to you? It will only take five minutes. I promise."

"I have things to do," Alison coldly responses, "I don't have time."

"Ok. Three minutes." Emily speedily responds.

Alison looks at Emily with an impatient look, not wanting to hear Emily. But secretly wanting to know, why?

"180 seconds."

Emily takes a big, nervous breath, "I'm not ignoring you. I promise you I'm not. The reason I haven't contacted you is because...because I don't know. I didn't know what to say. This of this is all my fault. Everything is. I ruined everything with bad judgment. I know how I become when I get alcohol in my system. I knew what could of happened if I went overboard midway that night. I knew but I did it and I ruined anything that could have transpired between us. And because of my...cowardness, I probably ruined an inspiring friendship. Now, I don't blame you for not wanting to talk to me. I wouldn't talk to me either but...can I call you, tonight?" Emily breathes out, using all the air in her lungs to rush out that apology.

Alison continues to stare at the brunette. She gazes her over up and down before turning around and walking to her car, leaving Emily where she stands. Ok, was that a yes or a no...?

...

While most people are relaxing in bed, watching TV, or hanging out with friends, when night fall hits, Emily is pacing back and forth in front of bed looking at her phone. I mean should I call or not? Was that a look of approval or disapproval? What if I call and she rejects it? Or just lets it ring? Emily stressfully runs her hands though hair as she continues to pace.

"Screw it." Emily grabs the phone but stops at the dial screen. She mentally debates again. "...Screw it." She goes to Alison's contact, presses call and hopefully puts the phone to her ear.

RING...

RING...

RING...

RING...

"...Hello?"

She answered. "Hey. Hi, Alison. H-How are you?"

'I'm fine. And you?"

"I'm good-I'm good. Uhmm..." She fishes for something to say. "Wha-what are you...doing...right...now?" Emily facepalms at the stupidity of the question.

"I'm at home. Watching some TV but nothing is really on right now so..."

"Well come over-I mean! Can-can you come over?" Emily smacks herself, "If you want...?"

"Right now?"

"Yeah. If you can. If you can't, that's fine too. But I think this conversation would be better in person and without a time limit because I get really nervous and kinda screw up my words."

"Ok. If you want." Alison agrees.

"Yeah. Yeah." Emily begins to pace. "Uhm, I can give you my address and room number if-if you need it."

"No need, I got it remembered."

"Right...ok. Well...I'll see you in a bit?"

"I guess you will...Bye."

"Bye." Emily hangs up the call, still staring at her phone. Ok. Ok. This is happening.

...

Emily looks in her bathroom mirror as she fixes her black tank top and black drawstring shorts. She scans her clothes, face and ends up at her hair, which is falling freely. Ok hair. Hair, hair, hair. She mentally mumbles. Hair down says "I'm relaxed and I'm comfortable." She takes her hair and wraps it up, holding it in place with her hand. Bun says "I'm serious and I'm stressing." She lets her hair down and holds it back up again, several times. Bun. Bun is good.

Simultaneously, Emily hears a knock on her door. That can't be. Emily looks at her phone's lock screen. Eight minutes? What the hell? Trying not to keep her guest waiting, Emily takes the hair tie around her wrist and quickly puts her hair into a messy bun. Not your 'pretty, oh so cute' messy bun, Your 'my life is in shambles right now' messy bun. She jogs down her stairs and speedily walks to the door. She takes a deep breath and exhales before she opens the door, revealing a "Tired but I shuffled all the way over here in my pajamas" Alison.

"Hi!" Emily puts on a welcoming smile. "Come in, come in." She moves to side, allowing Alison to walk into her apartment.

"Thanks." Alison walks a few steps forward as Emily closes the door behind her.

"Would you like something to drink?" Emily courteously asks to make Alison as comfortable as she can.

"Um, No, I'm okay. Thank you." Alison gives a tight lipped smile as she continues to walk to Emily's living room. She takes a seat at the edge of Emily's sectional, "You have a really nice place. How much are you paying monthly?"

Emily walks towards Alison with a bottle of water, "About 23. That's everything including."

Alison grimaces, "2300? Holy shit. I live in a studio and I pay only 1200." Emily sits down besides Alison, "How are you paying for this?"

"Well, the swimming scholarship I have helps pay some expenses; Tuition, books, supplies, rent/mortgage, food, etc. And plus, I make pretty good daily tips so I put it towards this, my car and have some pocket money for later."

"Wow," Alison nods her head as she looks around the dim lighted living room she's in. The only light on is a little lamp light in the corner and the city lights coming from the big window. "Looks like you got everything together."

"Kinda." Emily looks down at the water bottle in her hands. "Alison..." She looks at Alison who is still observing her apartment. "I want to say thank you." Alison stops her sightseeing and slowly turns towards Emily. "Thank you for watching out for me when I needed it. I don't remember much but I can imagine how much of a pain I probably was."

"You're welcome. I mean, we all were pretty gone that night anyways..."

Emily decides to just go straight for the main reason Alison is here instead of trying to have small talk.

"Do...do you want to talk about that night or…do you just want to wipe it from existence? Because I really regret that happening."

Alison gives Emily a semi hurt look, which Emily quickly rebounded.

"NOT that I regret it being with you! Be-because I didn't! I just regret that that was how we experienced our first time."

"First time?" Alison wrinkles her forehead.

"I-I mean first time together. Uh! First time hanging out, you know, after everything." Emily does about 20 mental facepalms because she knows she's screwing this up.

Alison tries to not laugh at Emily's uncomfort but holds it in and keeps a serious face. Emily closes her eyes and takes a deep breath,

"Alison, I like you...And this is my fault that things are now...awkward between us. I-"

"Stop apologizing, Emily." Alison cuts off the apologetic brunette which catches Emily by surprise. "It takes two people to do what we did. This wasn't your fault. I participated in that too so if anything, I should apologizing because I took advantage of you." Emily's facial expression morphs from apologetic to slight relief and also confusion. "You were...hammered. I was nowhere near your level, I was just tipsy. That's it. You could barely tie your shoes without falling over, however, I still had enough sense and awareness to know what I was doing. You were saying things and doing things that I knew you had no control over but I still stayed around. When things starting to get intense, I should of left. But...I stayed knowing what was going to happen..."

Emily looks out in front of her, trying to wrap her head around everything. "I don't want to know the answer to this but...what was I saying?"

"Well," Alison adjusts her sitting position to become more comfortable "You were grateful that I came to your meet and that you liked me since high school..." Emily fought the urge to give herself a facepalm but kept her posture.

"Mmhmm." Emily presses her lips together, granting Alison to continue.

"And that's when you kissed me." Emily flinches out of embarrassment. "I went to pull away but I accidentally put too much force and shoved you back. That's when you basically cursed me out."

Emily's urge gets the best of her and she slaps her hand over her eyes, "Oh my god. I am so so sorry."

"It's ok. I mean, you said something, I said something back, and we got into a small mouthy fight."

Emily shakes her head as her hand is still on her face, "This is so embarrassing."

"After all the words flying out, we calmed down and...you know..."

Emily rubs her face and looks up at Alison, "I want to make this up to you. All of this. I-I want to start from the beginning if you'd let me. Let me...Let me take you out tomorrow. Just you and I. No alcohol, no work, nobody else. Just you and me."

"Okay." Alison looks at Emily and nods with a faint smile, "I was just confused as to why you were avoiding me. I thought you were mad at me or something."

Emily wrings the water bottle in her hands, "About that...I need your help with something."

"What?"

"See…What I thought happened that night was that I went home with you. I knew I went home with you. But, everything was so fuzzy. I saw a blonde taking care of me and was sure that it was you. So with that being said, my hangover waaaaaas a bitch!" Emily groans as she shakes her head, "Throwing up my intestines, shaking uncontrollably, brain about to burst, I mean it was bad."

"The Aspirin didn't help?" Alison asks, feeling bad that Emily had such a bad morning after.

"No, I threw them up. And that's the thing!" Emily shifts her body facing Alison, "I didn't know how they got there! So I chucked it up, thinking I must have put it there without remembering. So Jack, from work, came over to 'baby me' so to speak. From talking to him, memories of that night slowly started to come back. That's when Jack threw that bombshell at me saying that I went home with Amy. From that point on, I became so sick because…I thought I had sex with Amy!"

Alison lets out a small chuckle as she cocks her head to the side, amused at this story.

"So I'm getting so sick and nervous because I knew if you found out, you would kill me. I-"

"Why-sorry to cut you off-but why would I kill you?" Alison asks.

"Because I got drunk and slept with your friend. I mean, I would get angry if someone did that to me so I just knew you probably would become furious. So knowing this, I tried everything in my power to avoid you two. But, of course, my friend and coworker, Valerie, tells me that she wants me to go to Lush with her. That's when I knew, for sure, that it was going to get ugly. When I walked in, I tried to rush Val out of the store but then, I ran into Amy. That's when you saw us talking. I was so mad and confused that Amy, knowing I was drunk, knowing I was calling her Alison, would still do the deed and sleep with me. That's when you came and I wanted to die. So I ran as fast as I could to run out of there."

Alison's giggles become a little louder.

"Alison, it's not funny. Like, I was sweating all hours of the day. Even in the shower, I was sweating! Which, I don't know how that's possible, but I was!"

"I'm sorry," Alison covers her mouth, "Continue, continue."

"So I'm dragging myself through my apartment lobby, thinking of ways to tell you what happened, when I see Jacob. Jacob is a friend of mine that works the front desk. He sees I was battling death and tells me that he, in fact, saw you take me to my room and not Amy. I was so relived and happy that I slept with you and not Amy but then I realized that it's been days since we talked so I knew I had to find you Asap." Emily leans back as she closes her eyes, "I knew this sounds bad but I was damn near ecstatic that it was you and not Amy."

"Amy isn't that ugly, Emily" Alison laughs.

"No!" Emily jumps up. "She's not ugly. At all! In fact, she's very beautiful and I-" Emily shuts her mouth, "I'm just gonna stop talking because today my words decide to fly out without consulting my brain first.

Alison's laugh fades with a smile still on her face as she nods, "So you need help to apologize to Amy for embarrassing her at her job?"

Emily leans back and closes her eyes again, "Sadly, yes."

Alison nods, "I just need to find a way to tell her without actually telling her that we had sex."

Emily opens her eyes and looks at Alison, "Yeah…Yeah, it's pretty embarrassing, I know…"

"No" Alison furs her brows at Emily as she shakes her head, "No, it's not that it's embarrassing. I just don't want people knowing my business. Whoever I sleep with is between me and that person. Not me, that person and my entire workplace." Alison looks out in front of her, "They already gossip as it is. Last thing I need is people talking about my sex life as if it's the New York Times." Alison thinks for a moment, "I'll just tell her that…that…what did you even say to her?"

"I basically called her a slut" Emily regrettably groans.

"Damnit, Emily…" Alison shakes her head, "How the hell am I supposed to dig us out of this one?"

Well, looks like the two finally made up. But what lie will they come up with to apologize to Amy? Emily plans on hanging out with Alison tomorrow to basically "catch up" since they haven't really talked. What will be brought up in those conversations?

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SN: While binging shows and being lazy, I came up with inspiration for other fic ideas. I'm thinking of writing a few other Emison stories that I think you guys will like but there is one...

I want to write a really drama filled Emison fic. Different then this 'adorable-like' story. I'm talking ANGST. You don't know what to do with yourself because you're questioning your life type story. Question is...would you guys read it?

Hmm...