Emily POV
Stop. Stop with this stupid thinking. You're Emily Fields, you can control yourself. Just try not to look at her for a while, maybe that'll help. Right? Stop it, Fields - It's only her. It's only Alison.
'Em?' Alison waved her hand in front of my face 'Earth to Emily...?'
God she's so beautiful. She's so absolutely beautiful it's scary. She could be one of those sirens that lure sailors to their deaths by their mesmerizing beauty. She could be manipulative too, which made her more and more beautiful every time she spoke. How could a single person have this much power?
'Yeah?' I replied
'Nothing, you're being weird' Alison smirked, and I smirked right back.
Maybe if I just kissed her then I'd feel better. I could just kiss her right here right now and I'd feel better and being maybe, just maybe she'd kiss me back. Her lips are just right there and they're so beautiful. Wait. Of course. What if she didn't kiss me back. What if she pushes me away and tells me i'm way out of line. She's your best friend come on Emily. But it would so easy though- she's right there. She's scribbling in her notebook with her curly l's and hearts on top of the i's. I love the way she writes. I love everything about her.
Stop it, Fields
'Name something hot' she suddenly said out of nowhere, chewing at the end of her pencil and studying her notes
'You' i replied in an instant without thinking
'Huh?' she looked up from her paper absentmindedly. She didn't hear me, thank god.
'Nothing' i answered ' Fire from a candle'
'Perfect!' she said excitedly and her face lit up as she began scribbling more things down.
Don't look at her Emily. Don't be thrown off because she'll figure it out. She's Alison Dilaurentis she figures everything out- she probably already knows.
'Noel asked me to the dance' she said. And there it was. My cue to stop all this thinking and come back to reality. Alison liked boys, not the likes of me. Just shut up and try and watch her with Noel Kahn. Noel Kahn's a jock, but he'd treat her right. Right?
'I said no'
And there it was again. She'd completely shattered me and built me back up like she always does. She was so good at that. She knew exactly what words would bring on my different emotions, like some sort of...siren. If she's a siren then heck, call me sailor Fields. I wouldn't just be lured into her trap, I'd dive in head first. Arghhhh, stop it, Fields.
'Oh, why?' I asked, trying not to sound too pleased by this news.
'Wasn't feeling it' she shrugged, looking back down at her notes but biting her lip as she did so. God, she knows how much I love it when she does that. 'Guess I won't have a date then'
I'll take you. I'll be your date to the dance. And afterwards we can run away together to Paris just like you said, just the two of us. We can get married and kiss on top of the Eiffel Tower and I'll love you forever and ever.
'What's that, Em?'
Oh god, did I say that out loud? Surely not. I'm not that stupid surely. Maybe she just heard my thoughts, yes?
'Huh?' I stupidly decided to reply. What the hell was that? Now she really is gonna think you're stupid.
'You said something about the Eiffel Tower' she said back, smiling a little. Aaaah I would die for you Alison Dilaurentis. I'm so utterly stupidly completely hopelessly in love with you.
'I was just planning our trip' I thought of quickly 'You said we would go there one day, remember?' I hope she still remembers, or I'll just look like a complete idiot.
'Of course I remember' she said 'You and me in sweet Paris. I can't think of anywhere I'd rather be' Nor can I. She's moving closer oh my god. Her face is so perfect I swear I could kiss her right now. Why the hell is she moving closer? To taunt me?
'It'd be f-fun' Great, Emily. Stammering like an idiot.
'We could do all the French things together' she said, still crawling closer like some sort of Britney performance 'French eating, French dancing, French cooking, French kissing...'
Wait
Hold on
What was that last one?
Was I being completely sucked into my own imagination or had she just suggested that we French Kiss?
'Y-you mean with the French boys?" I laughed, realizing she had stopped barely an inch from my face. She was even more beautiful up close.
'No silly' she giggled 'You know I can read your thoughts, right?'
WHAT?
'What?' I managed to say.
'And I know' she said in a hushed voice.
'Know what?' Dare I even ask.
'I know you wanna kiss me'
Fuck it. Absolutely fuck it. No sooner had the words left her mouth, I smashed my lips into hers.
She's kissing me back. Oh my god shes kissing me back. We're kissing. We're actually kissing. What do I do? Do I lean over her, do I put my hands in her hair what the hell do I do?!
But then I remembered my oh so repeated words, and smiled into the kiss.
Stop it, Fields