"Did I wake you?" Emily asked, nervous that she had placed the remote down too loudly.
"No, when did you get back?" Alison looked at the blanket wrapped around her and smiled at Emily, knowing the brunette was the one responsible for keeping her warm. "Just a few minutes ago." Emily answered.
"How was it?" Alison was sitting up now, wiping her eyes to wake herself up. She must have drifted off about twenty minutes ago. She fell asleep at the start of the episode when she realized the couple wasn't moving to Paris like she had hoped. "It was fine." Emily responded.
"Just fine?" Alison inquired. Emily nodded her head.
"Yeah." It seemed Emily wasn't up for much of a talk tonight. She wondered what had happened during the girl's happy hour that clearly upset Emily. Alison was always able to tell when one of her friends wasn't being themselves. She was especially able to tell when Emily was upset. "Did something happen?" Alison wasn't exactly sure she should pry any further, especially since she declined the offer to go to girls' night. She knew she was only invited to avoid awkward confrontation with Emily. The two were a package deal now that they lived together. It was a lot easier for the four girls to hang without Ali when Emily didn't room with her.
"Uh, not really." Alison was getting a little aggravated with Emily's vague answers, but if she didn't feel like talking about it then she figured she was done asking. "Well it's getting late, I think I'm going to get some rest." Alison hoped that by trying to end the conversation Emily would encourage her to stay and open up about her feelings, but as soon as she said it, she realized Emily would probably let Alison get some sleep and discuss what was bugging her in the morning. She decided to add one more time "Unless you want to talk?"
"Talk about what?" Emily asked. She wasn't quite sure where Alison was going with this but if she knew Alison like she thought she did, she knew Alison knew Emily wasn't being her typical self and that something was upsetting her. "I don't know, you don't seem like you." Alison kindly put it. Just like Emily thought.
"It's just stuff the girls said tonight."
"Let me guess, they still believe Charlotte is a bad person, that she's corrupted me now, and the two of us are going to kill you in your sleep?" Alison asked sarcastically. The two chuckled. "Not exactly."
"Was I close?" Alison asked, this time more serious.
"Sort of…" Emily wasn't sure how to put this. "They just want me to be careful, with my feelings…for you." Alison cocked her head sideways, confused at Emily's choice of words. My feelings for you. So she did still have feelings for her? "I thought you didn't feel that way anymore." Alison said lightly.
"I don't know what I feel Ali." Emily was so confused she didn't know where to start. Just as Alison opened her mouth Charlotte entered the room, with tears in her eyes. Ali jumped up. "I'm sorry to interrupt." Ali looked over at Emily apologetically.
"What's wrong?" Charlotte was shaking and continued looking around the house as if she lost something and was trying to find it. "My room…there's a note" Charlotte sounded incredibly vulnerable. Emily and Ali looked at each other almost forgetting they were in the middle of an important conversation. Emily stood up and walked over to Charlotte's room, keeping the two blondes behind her. She walked in to see nothing out of the ordinary. Her bed was made, a light was on, and there was some folded laundry waiting to be put away on her chair. Emily looked confused. Charlotte stepped over to show her. "Look" she picked up a piece of paper that looked just like a bookmark. She handed it over to Emily who read it out loud. "Unfortunately, two can't play at this game Charlotte. I'm the head bitch now- A."