Hi everyone, this is an AU fan fic for Emison. Its senior year, there's no A, and Alison has only just moved to Rosewood. Please read and review! :)
Its 7.30am on the first day of Senior Year, and Emily Fields is still in bed.
She rolls over sleepily, before a quick glance at her alarm clock sends her eyes awake with a jolt. Stupid thing. She knew she should have bought a new one over the summer, but she kept forgetting.
It had been a boring summer really, like all summers were in the town of Rosewood Pennsylvania. She had actually finished her summer reading list for once. She had been shopping with Hanna a few times as well, as Hanna tried her hardest to make Emily into the 'fashionista' she claimed lived deep inside of her.
She opens her wardrobe and searches for something to wear. Choosing clothes was always a chore for Emily. She's not like Hanna, who could happily spend hours standing in front of her wardrobe, trying on fifty different outfits before settling on the first one she tried on. Emily just chooses her Rosewood high shorts and hoodie, grinning at the thought of Hanna's look of horror when she meets her later.
There's no time for a shower, and her grin widens as she imagines what Hanna would say if she knew that she had turned up to the first day of senior year without even having a shower.
Right on cue, Emily's phone beeps with a text from Hanna:
Alright, panicking. No idea what to wear. This year is too much already :/
Emily laughs to herself as she types back a message of support. She didn't have much sympathy for Hanna though. Hanna could look good in jeans and a sweatshirt.
Emily has breakfast in about 5 seconds flat. She runs back to her room, and grabs her bag before heading out the door. She gets about 3 steps down the hallway before she turns around, goes back into her room, and touches her hand on her poster of Missy Franklin. Being a swimmer herself, this was her lucky poster. This had been a part of her morning routine for about 6 months now, and Missy hadn't let her down yet.
She runs back through the kitchen and hops into her car, reversing down the driveway. She shakes her head in amusement as she realises she hadn't even bothered to check if there was anyone around.
She makes it to school in record time, and she flukes a park right next to her friend Spencer Hastings' silver four wheel drive. Missy was working her magic already. She gets a quick glimpse of herself in the mirror, which reminds her that she hadn't even done her hair before her left. She quickly pulls out a hair tie and pulls her dark hair into a messy ponytail. Emily hops out of her car and walks towards the school, and smiles as she spots Hanna and Spencer waiting for her out the front.
"Em! We thought you'd never show!" cries Hanna. Hanna sprints towards her and wraps her in an enormous hug, seemingly forgetting that they had only seen each other two days ago. As per Emily's expectations, Hanna looked gorgeous in her designer outfit. Hanna pulls back from the hug, and then grabs Emily's sleeve. "Seriously? This is how you dress for senior year?"
Emily just laughs, as Spencer replies to Hanna. "Hey, lay off already. Not all of us wake up at 5.30 in the morning just to pick out an outfit."
"Hey! I did not, thank you very much," says Hanna indignantly.
Spencer just raises her eyebrows in response to that, and the three of them dissolve into giggles. Emily gives Spencer a quick hug of her own, appreciating Spencer's unique preppy style as she pulled away.
The girls begin walking into school, pushing through the bustle of people. This was one thing Emily hadn't missed over the summer. She was looking forward to getting away from the sweaty hallways of Rosewood High.
"Where's Aria by the way?" it had only just occurred to Emily that their other friend was missing.
Hanna rolls her eyes. "There's some new girl moving in apparently, and her mom wants her to show her around. We'll meet up with her later."
Emily reflected on this piece of information with interest. Rosewood High didn't often get many new students, and it was unusual for someone to move in for senior year.
The girls realise with a chorus of groans that none of their lockers are located anywhere near each other. Spencer walks in the opposite direction to Hanna and Emily, after they all agree to meet up at lunch.
Emily sighs with relief when she finds out that she has a top locker. She had spent all of junior year with a bottom locker, and the experience of having Noel Kahn's books fall on her head after every period had not been an enjoyable one. She puts her books into her locker, noting that she would have to decorate the locker before the end of the week.
"Spencer was wrong you know," says Hanna absently, as she loads her books into her locker.
"Oh yes?" says Emily skeptically.
Hanna looks up with sheepish grin. "It was actually 4.30," she admits, with just the barest trace of shame in her voice.
Emily playfully hits Hanna on the head with her biology textbook. "You're hopeless you know," she informs Hanna.
Hanna just sweeps her eyes over Emily's outfit with a raised eyebrow, and they both laugh, accepting that perhaps they are both a bit hopeless.
Emily farewells Hanna, before walking towards her first period Biology class. To her dismay, she was the first person in the classroom. Her teacher was all too happy to request Emily's assistance with finding lab coats from a closet in the back of the classroom.
Emily entered the closet, sighing as she realised that the lab coats were buried in a gigantic box right at the back of the closet. She drags the box into the middle of the closet, dragging about ten lab coats out and putting them on the floor. She groans as she realises that she will have to actually lean all the way into the box in order to grab the next five or so lab coats left in the box.
The box is practically as tall as Emily herself, and she hates the predicament she finds herself in. Bent over double in the back of the science closest on her first day of senior year. She reaches as far into the box as she can, her fingers barely scraping the lab coats at the bottom of the box. She considers giving up. Isn't the first day usually about introductions and laying down the rules anyway? Surely there is no chance of a practical today.
But Emily's competitive streak comes out. She figures that seeing as she has gotten this far, she may as well finish. She reaches in just a tiny bit further, stretching out as far as she can. Then, all of a sudden, she goes too far. She tumbles head first into the box, her legs failing behind her, as she attempts to wriggle herself free. Her attempts end in disaster, however, as she simply tips over. She was halfway through mentally thanking Missy Franklin for the fact that nobody had seen that, when she hears a voice from somewhere above her
"Are you all right?"
She can actually hear the smirk in that voice. How embarrassing. The shame of this moment will live with her for the rest of the year. Hanna will never let her hear the end of it.
"Um yes, I'm fine," she replies, dragging herself out of the box in what was possibly the least graceful movement of her life. She stands up, dusting off her shorts, before she finally dares to look up and see who was witness to her moment of disaster.
And she curses Missy Franklin with all her heart when she sees who it is. Of all people, it was a gorgeous blonde who had seen her at her most vulnerable. If Emily didn't know she was gay before, she certainly did now, as the blonde casually leans against the doorway, smirking at Emily. Emily feels almost violated by that smirk, as she searches her mind for something to say.
"Are you in this class?" she asks, trying to act casual.
"No, I was just here for the show," the blonde replies, her smirk widening. Her voice is laced with sarcasm, but her blue eyes are playful.
Emily feels her cheeks redden as she realises just what 'show' the blonde had likely seen. She suddenly regrets her clothing choice, as her shorts had likely just given the blonde a very unflattering view of Emily when her legs were flailing through the air. She makes a mental note to tear down her Missy Franklin poster as soon as she gets home.
Her mind goes blank as to what to say next, so she sets about picking up the lab coats which were scattered all over the closet floor. The blonde disappears back into the classroom, and Emily is left to pick up the coats on her own. Once all of the coats have been gathered up, she enters the classroom again. Part of her is relieved when she sees that the classroom is now filled with students, and she is surprised to find that a part of her is disappointed that she doesn't get any more one on one time with the mystery blonde. She smiles to herself as she realises that this must be the new girl that Aria had to show around earlier today, and she decides to bring this up during lunch.
The bell rings, and the blonde sits in the row behind Emily. Emily can feel the presence of this girl behind her, and she prays that the blonde has a very poor memory.
The teacher marks the roll, and Emily keeps an ear out for the blonde's name. The first few names are familiar, but then-
"Alison Dilaurentis?"
"Present," comes the reply from that sickly sweet voice Emily had heard in the closet. Emily finds herself turning around, and Alison just raises her eyebrows at Emily with yet another smirk. Emily quickly turns back to the front, her cheeks burning red with embarrassment.
The rest of biology is torture to Emily. She can feel Alison's presence right behind her the entire time. She has to resist turning around to get another glimpse of the blonde. And the worst thing is that her misadventure in the closet is all for nothing. True to form, all they learnt was introductory stuff.
The bell did, however, eventually ring, relieving Emily from her torture. She grabs her books and flies out of the classroom, not game enough to make eye contact with Alison.
Emily walks into each of her next few classes almost hoping that Alison would be there, but to no avail. Her mind keeps wandering to the blonde, and she fears that her cheeks will be permanently red by the end of the day. If only she hadn't made that fateful decision to reach that extra inch for those damn lab coats.
Lunch period soon arrives, and Emily is keen to ask Aria about Alison. She somehow ends up being the last out of her classroom though, which means that the others are already there when she finally arrives at the cafeteria.
She is walking towards their table when she overhears Aria talking
"… didn't seem very nice. It was almost as though she thought she was too good for my help or something".
"Are you talking about Alison?" asks Emily as she sits down. She can feel the heat go to her cheeks again as she realises she might have seemed far too keen for information on Alison.
"Yeah. Do you know her or something?"
"Um, yeah. She's in my biology class" Emily answers, purposefully neglecting to mention her incident in the lab coat room.
"Oh really? Yeah I had to show her around before school. She didn't seem very friendly."
Emily feels a pang within her chest at this news. She had been hoping that she would be able to get to know Alison, even after the way they had met before. Now it looks like she would be lucky even to speak to Alison again.
"Did you talk to her in Biology at all?" she can hear Aria asking.
"Oh, um, kind of. Only for a second. She seemed alright though." Emily had no idea why she found herself defending Alison. After all, the blonde had only smirked at her as she had fallen into a cardboard box and given her a sarcastic comment. It wasn't exactly the start of a lifelong friendship.
To Emily's relief, Spencer changes the subject to something about debate club, and Emily drifts off from the conversation. She can see Alison out of the corner of her eye, already right at home with the cool kids. To her horror, Alison turns her head and makes eye contact with Emily, and the corners of her lips turn up into that signature smirk. Emily goes to break eye contact, but then Alison raises her finger to her lips in a ssshhing motion, and winks. By now, Emily's cheeks are a radiant shade of beetroot, and she stares back down at the table.
"Emi-ly," comes Hanna's singsong voice. Emily looks up, and Hanna is grinning. "Why do you look like you've been on a vacation to the sun?"
"I do not!" Emily cries, mortified that Hanna had pointed this out. But then Hanna had never been one for tact. To Emily's relief, it is Aria who changes the subject this time, and Emily flashes her a grateful smile. She is quite sure she will kill Hanna one of these days.
The rest of the lunch period passes without any further incident, and Emily is looking forward to the afternoon, as they all have English together. Unfortunately the door to Emily's locker is jammed shut, and by the time she pries it open she's already fifteen minutes late to English. She sprints down the hallway to the classroom.
"Sorry I'm late, my locker was jammed shu-" she begins her breathless apology, but she stops short. Just her luck. The only spare seat in the room is the one next to Alison DiLaurentis. That poster was definitely going through the shredder.
