Emily didn't go with Alison and Pepe to the veterinary hospital, instead Cece accompanied her. It was probably better this way, since Cece was partly Pepe's owner at one point, and Emily had never experienced pet death. She didn't know how to deal with it, the only pet she had was a goldfish when she was a eight named Captain Sparklez. She didn't leave Alison's house until Alison and Cece did, after picking up and putting Pepe in the back of her car. He was getting worse, and Emily felt bad as she stroked his ears one last time. His tail wagged weakly when she did so, and Emily felt a tightness in her throat.

She hadn't slept at all, and could feel her eyes burn with tiredness. Being mindful of her leg, she hoisted herself into the passenger seat of Alison's car. Cece took the back, sitting next to Pepe to pet him during his final hours. Alison looked numb, her face hard as she got in the driver's seat. Emily didn't know if Alison had dealt with death at all, other than Emily's aunt. As far as she knew, everyone in Alison's family was alive.

They drove in silence, the only sound heard was Pepe's heavy breathing and Cece shushing him when he would start whining. The seconds ticked by, and soon Alison was pulling into Emily's driveway.

Emily squeezed Alison's hand, "Are you going to be ok?" she asked.

Alison finally met her eyes, sad blue orbs that were glossed over from possible tears. She smiled weakly, and squeezed Emily's hand back.

"Yeah, I have Cece, I'll be ok," Alison said, looking to the side at her sister. "I'll call you afterward."

"Don't feel the need to, really it's fine," Emily said, opening the passenger door. "Call me on your own time."

"Thanks," Alison said, glancing at Pepe. "I think we should probably get going."

"If there's anything either of you need, let me know," Emily said.

"Thanks, Em. You've been a good friend to both of us," Cece smiled. "Pepe too."


The Philadelphia Eagles football stadium was packed with fans from all over Pennsylvania to see the Super Bowl game. Toby had scored four tickets to the game, winning them through a radio station. Once again, Emily wasn't a big football fan, but she wouldn't pass up an opportunity to hang out with one of her closest friends. Spencer was invited as well, along with one of their friends that Emily didn't know. Toby said he met her while studying abroad in Germany, and lived in a nearby small town of Pennsylvania.

Emily, with a white and teal football jersey on for a player she wouldn't be able to pick out in a crowd, followed Toby through the crowd of people. She tried her best to keep up, but the boot on her leg was restricting her from moving through the crowd with ease. Toby wanted to get beer before the game started, and Emily only followed because Spencer went off to go find their friend.

"Want anything?" Toby asked, as they arrived at the back of the long line.

"No, I'm on medication remember?" Emily said, as Toby stared at the menu.

"Right," he said, shaking his head in embarrassment. "It slipped my mind."

"And you know I'm not much of a beer drinker anyway," Emily said.

"Very true," Toby laughed. "Spencer should be here soon with our friend."

While they waited in line, Emily pulled her phone from her pocket. It was stupid of her to, since she knew she wouldn't have a notification from Alison. It had been a week, but Alison still hadn't reached out. Emily kept her space, she knew Alison had a lot on her plate. She didn't want to intrude either, and her husband had gotten back from Vancouver the night before.

Of course, Emily waited by the phone all day, and continued to talk to Cece to make sure nothing had changed. She was worried about Alison, and was worried about the growing feelings she had for the married woman. It was almost becoming reliant on Alison, in a weird sort of sense. She needed her in her life, and this had been the longest week ever. Did she love her?

"Hey! I found her! Emily this is Hailey, Toby's exchange student buddy," Spencer said, pulling Emily from her thoughts.

Emily turned to Spencer, an attractive girl standing next to her. Hailey was very attractive, with curly black hair that went down her back. Her smile was a bright white, and her eyes a dark brown like Emily's. She was wearing a teal Eagles long sleeve, with the Eagle mascot on the front. Emily wondered how she wasn't cold, since she wasn't wearing any sort of sweatshirt. Emily was glad she had worn a sweatshirt under the football jersey.

"Hey, I'm Emily," Emily said, smiling and shaking her hand with the shorter girl.

She smiled warmly back, "I know, Spencer and Toby have told me all about you," she said.

For once, Alison had slipped her mind. As they waited to get beer, Hailey and Emily fell into easy conversation. She knew a lot about football, and promised she would tell her what was going on so that Emily could follow along. As they waited, the pair talked about what they were currently doing.

"I graduated from Stanford last year for psychology, I actually have a job interview next week to join a psychology practice right outside of Philly," Hailey said.

"You graduated from Stanford?" Emily asked in amazement. "That's such a hard school to get into, how did you even pull that off?"

"I worked hard for four years of high school. Honestly when I submitted the application, I was expecting them to waitlist me at the most," Hailey said, as Toby handed her a beer in a clear plastic cup.

"Is there a specific group of people that you want to help?" Emily asked.

"I mean, not entirely. I really want to help kids with rough home lives, if it be those who live in the projects, or those who get everything they want. I just want to help," Hailey said, as they followed Spencer and Toby to their seats.

"I don't think I would ever be able to give advice to people, especially without living it first," Emily said.

"Yeah, well you help people out in a different way. You're a combat medic right?" Hailey asked.

"Yeah...well I was. I got hurt and broke my leg, so I'm on medical leave right now," Emily said, motioning to the boot on her leg.

"Oh right, Toby mentioned that. I'm really sorry about what happened," Hailey said, as they walked down concrete steps to their seats.

"Don't worry about it, I'm just glad to be alive," Emily said, her mind racing to change the subject. "Toby said you met in Germany? Did you do a lot of studying abroad in college?"

"Not really, Germany was the only semester I did," Hailey explained. "My mom's family is all from Germany, and I thought I might as well visit some point in my life. Same thing for my dad's side, his family is predominantly from Jamaica."

"Have you ever been?" Emily asked.

"A few times on vacation, but not for an extended period of time like I did in Germany," Hailey said. "It's very rastafarian in Jamaica."

"Oh really?" Emily asked, as they filed into their seats. They were fairly close to the field, enough that Emily could make out the faces of each of the players.

"Yeah, I was obsessed with Jamaican culture when I was like fourteen. I even went through a dreadlock phase," Hailey laughed, though Emily could sense a hint of sarcasm in her statements.

"It was a very long process. I didn't want to shave my head so we had someone untangle them one by one. I think it took a few days," Hailey said. "I just leave it in its natural curls now."

"My hair only looks good how it is, but then again I haven't really had time or a reason to do anything else to it," Emily said, playing with her own hair as Hailey sipped her beer.

"I think it would look really good with some blonde highlights," Hailey said, reaching across to play with Emily's hair as well.

"You know I actually did that in my senior year of high school," Emily said.

"Really? Well I'm glad you did, you must've looked bomb," Hailey said.

Hailey and Emily talked...for a long time. Emily felt bad that they were basically ignoring Toby and Spencer, but neither of them seemed to mind. Both Emily and Hailey apologized to Toby and Spencer, but the couple waved them off and said that they were glad they were becoming friends.

The game started, and their conversations moved to football. Hailey's dad loved football, especially the Eagles. He was jealous that she was going to the Super Bowl, and had taken her to many Eagles games. Hailey's brother Rico, was playing football at Tulane in Louisiana.

About a quarter of the way through the game, Emily wasn't paying much attention at all. Hailey had stopped explaining what was going on, and they turned to conversations more about their life.

"So, Emily, what lucky someone has you to themselves?" Hailey asked.

Emily smiled, and looked down at her hands which were placed in her lap. Should she say Alison? Toby and Spencer were within ear shot, and neither of them knew about the relationship between she and Alison. But on the other hand, she and Alison weren't even officially anything? Sure they had something, but in the end Alison was still married and it was still Elliot that she would go home to.

"No one," Emily said, it wasn't a lie. "I haven't really been looking."

"What?" Hailey asked, in a little bit of shock. "You totally seemed like you would have someone special."

"Not really," Emily said, sheepishly. "I haven't had a serious relationship since high school. It's kind of hard when you're in the military for eleven months of the year."

"Well, what people were in your life previously?" Hailey asked.

"Just this girl, it wasn't anything major. I honestly don't like to think about it," Emily laughed, remembering the short relationship that had gone wrong.

"Ohhh, a girl. You're gay?" Hailey asked.

"Yeah, boys were never my thing. Though that didn't seem to stop them from following me," Emily said. "Some guys just don't understand what the word lesbian actually means."

Hailey laughed, "I get what you mean."

"Are you gay too?" Emily asked.

"Not entirely. I'm bi, most of my past relationships have been with guys, but I am definitely into both," Hailey said. "When you told your parents, were they accepting of it?"

"Yeah, my dad was. I think my mom was a little confused too, but they know that it's who I am and they love me no matter who I am," Emily nodded. "Were yours?"

"It took them a little longer to get used to it, my brother was the most accepting. He and I have always been pretty close, I told him when I was a sophomore in high school. He was in eighth grade, and I thought he wouldn't get it. But, he was the most accepting," Hailey said.

"I wish I had a sibling like that," Emily commented.

"Yours aren't like that?" Hailey asked.

"No, I just don't have siblings," Emily said. "It's just me, I used to want a little sister when I was like five."

"All the attention must've been on you, being the only child and all," Hailey said.

"Yeah, for the most part," Emily said. "But I didn't really do much that would require them to have my full attention on me."

Right before half time, Hailey had finished her first beer and was beginning to get hungry. She asked if Emily wanted to share fries with her, and grabbed her hand to make her come with her. Emily didn't protest, Hailey was great company, and funny too. She had her life together, was living on her own closeby to her parents, and had a bright future ahead of her in psychology.

As they were walking back from the food stand, Emily's phone buzzed in her pocket. Her dad had went out and gotten the newest iPhone for her, since her old phone barely hung on anymore. It wasn't that it was in bad shape, it was just the phone was so old that the newest software on the phone made it slow. Emily didn't care, but she enjoyed having a faster phone, and now she could watch Netflix with ease from her phone.

Emily pulled out her phone, the sender of the text had completely slipped her mind until their name appeared on the screen.

Alison: Hey! I'm really sorry about not texting you all week :( I heard you were at the Super Bowl with Spencer and Toby! Send me a pic, I'm sure you're wearing a bomb outfit xx

Emily had slowed down walking, causing Hailey to turn around and look back at her.

"You okay?" Hailey asked, extending her hand out for Emily to grab.

"What?" Emily asked, looking up and stowing her phone away. "Yeah, I just got a text from someone and got a little sidetracked."

Making a note of herself to reply to Alison's text after the game, Emily took Hailey's extended hand. Emily was surprised when Hailey didn't let go, and instead locked their fingers together. Emily looked down at their hands, she had only held hands with Alison in the past five years.

Hailey was different, and wasn't married and unavailable like Alison was…


Rollins was jealous that Emily was at the Super Bowl, having heard from Alison. There was a Super Bowl party going on at their house. Their friends (mostly Rollins) were crowded in their living room with various snack food on their coffee table. Alison wasn't into the game, or the party. She sat on an arm chair in the corner of the room, her legs crossed as she paid little attention to the game in silence.

The people in her house were loud, and Alison could hear her husband's laughter the loudest. To Alison's surprise, he had shotgun a beer with one of his friends. They had made a bet that whenever the Eagles made a touchdown, they would have to shotgun a can of beer. She had never seen her husband do it, he didn't get crazy with his drinking, he just drank a lot.

The second quarter was in full swing, with the Eagles only having seven points, and the 49ers having thirteen. There was more yelling both from the fans at the game, and the fans in her living room as an Eagles center linebacker intercepted the ball and took off.

"That's what I'm talking about!" her husband yelled, his face red from the yelling and the alcohol he was consuming. His hair, which was normally combed neatly, was disheveled and falling in his face. He needed a haircut, his hair was becoming too long and in his face without being combed back.

The linebacker was tackled, making it about a hundred yards. The crowd was going crazy at the turnover, since the Eagles were now fairly close to their touchdown zone. She knew that if they scored, her husband would soon be chugging another beer as fast as he could.

The TV switched to the cheering crowd, showing two guys with full on face paint and jerseys screaming and beating their chests. Alison watched at them celebrating, and looked in surprise as the screen changed to another group of people. She immediately recognized Spencer, Toby, and Emily who were cheering with the crowd. In between Toby and Emily was a girl that Alison didn't recognize, who had her hand on Emily's leg.

Alison's jaw hardened, but the TV soon turned back to the game. She only had a glimpse, but it was another to make heat rise to her cheeks. She hadn't talked to Emily all week, it wasn't that she didn't want to. She was just getting over what happened with Pepe, and was swamped with schoolwork to correct. Sure, it wasn't a great excuse to ignore Emily, but now that she saw another girl with a hand on her leg, she was pulling out her phone.

She typed a quick message to her, and was glad she didn't hit send. Her text message sounded jealous and slightly creepy, since Alison openly asked who the girl was that Emily was with. Why should she be this mad? She and Emily weren't dating...Emily wasn't hers… But yet she was at the same time. It was a bit hypocritical to be thinking that, since here Alison was a married woman. But to her, Emily was hers.

Instead, she wrote a sweet message, apologizing and making a conversation. She hoped she would be able to see Emily soon. She missed her face, her voice, her lips, her roaming hands. She just missed Emily, and wanted her both in her arms and in her bed as soon as possible.

Following seeing Emily on TV, her eyes stayed glued to the screen in case she came on again. Of course, that was pretty unlikely, but Alison wanted to know who this girl was. Did she like Emily? Were they a thing? Would Emily stop seeing her because of this girl? Whoever it was, she had her hands on Emily. Alison hid her annoyance by sipping her drink.

This was not okay.


"I cannot believe they won!" Toby said, as they exited the stadium. Thousands of other Eagles fans followed suit, leaving the stadium in high spirits.

"That halftime show was amazing, I had a feeling that Fifth Harmony was going to have a great show," Spencer said, as Toby wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

"I've been a fan of Fifth Harmony since they started honestly," Hailey commented. "I've been their fan since X Factor."

"I've only heard their hit songs that are on the radio, I guess I'll have to listen to them more after that show tonight," Emily said.

"You really should!" Hailey said, as they walked to the parking lot. "Their 7/27 album is still my favorite, but their newest one is good too."

The four continued to talk about the game, the halftime show, the fight they witnessed, and what they were doing the next day. Emily had a great time, and with the help of Hailey knew the basics of football. She knew enough now that she was able to follow along by the end. She knew what the whole 'downs' thing meant.

When they got to their cars, Hailey hugged Emily tightly. Hailey was a few inches shorter than her, and fit right into her body with ease. Emily hugged back, happy to have met her. She was very different than the kind of girls she was used to.

"We definitely should do something soon," Hailey said, letting go of Emily.

"Yeah, of course!" Emily said.

"Can I have your number? We could coordinate something whenever you want to," Hailey said, removing her phone from her pocket. She had the same model and color phone as Emily.

Emily gave Hailey her phone number, happy to see the attractive woman again. After exchanging one last hug, Emily got into the backseat of Toby's car. It wasn't until they were on the highway home that Toby spoke up about Hailey.

"So, you two hit it off well," he said, looking at Emily through the rearview mirror.

"Yeah," Emily smiled. "She's really cool."

"See Spencer, I told you they would like each other," Toby said, nudging Spencer.

Emily's mouth fell open, "You two set me up?" she asked.

"I'm not going to admit to anything," Spencer said.

"Spencer and I thought that since you were here, you might as well have a little fun or at least find someone steady," Toby said.

"I am having fun!" Emily said. "I didn't need your help!"

"Well, you wouldn't have met anyone if we didn't give you a little push. Come on Em, I know you," Toby said.

Emily rolled her eyes, he was right.


Hailey and Emily talked over the next few days nonstop, almost as much as she talked to Alison. Alison still sent more texts than Hailey did, and was trying to get Emily over to her house for some much needed "stress relief." Emily definitely wanted to see Alison, but she had become busy with becoming Aria's model for her newest photography showcase, and her dad needed her help with various things.

Valentine's Day rolled around on February 14th, and for once Emily had plans. Surprisingly, they weren't with Alison. Alison was being taken to some extremely expensive Italian restaurant in Philly, which didn't surprise Emily. Lately, Rollins had been trying his hardest to keep Alison happy, to no avail.

For Emily, Hailey was coming from her town an hour and a half away to see take Emily out for Valentine's Day. Emily protested with her driving that far, but Hailey claimed that she was happy to make the trip. When Hailey pulled into her driveway in a black Mercedes SUV, she realized that Hailey must come from money. That, or she already had made enough to get a high end car.

Was it a date? Emily didn't know, since nothing had been established. But, she enjoyed her time with Hailey, and tried not to think about the good time that Alison was probably having with her husband. Alison told Emily she wouldn't have a good time, but Emily didn't really believe her. Going to spend $500 on food and wine was a good night no matter who you were going with.

Her night out with Hailey was fun, they went to Emily's favorite restaurant and ate various appetizers instead of one meal. Hailey mostly talked about herself, which was fine. Emily learned a lot about her, like how she played field hockey and lacrosse in high school. Or how she broke her arm after being thrown from the back of someone's truck.

"Wait you were thrown from someone's truck? As in someone threw you?" Emily asked.

"Yeah," Hailey said, casually. "I fell wrong, and fell on my arm."

After noticing Emily's shocked face, she added, "Oh, it wasn't moving."

Emily talked about her time in the army, but didn't go into many specifics. She talked about her friends, avoided mentioning Alison, and about what high school was like for her. Taking out everything that happened in the army, there wasn't a lot to talk about. It was probably a good thing that Hailey did most of the talking then.

She felt good being with Hailey, and being alone with her was fun as well. The conversation flowed smoothly, and the hours ticked by before it was time to leave.

Hailey drove her home at eleven, and pulled into her driveway. Part of Emily didn't want the night to end, she had enjoyed it a lot. When she would see Alison, it was usually in private places. At least, in public they would act as friends. It felt nice to be in public and not have to worry about any of that.

"I hope you had a fun time," Hailey said, as she parked her car.

"I did," Emily said. "I haven't had a Valentine since like fifth grade."

"Who was your Valentine?" Hailey asked.

"This girl named Alison," Emily smiled.

And it was true, Alison was her Valentine in fifth grade. It wasn't planned really, it was mostly because Emily was there at the right time. She forgot about the event until she started talking to Hailey about doing something on Valentine's Day.

In elementary school, it was required for someone in class to give a Valentine to everyone in the class. Cheesy cards were given accompanied by tiny fun sized bags of candy, and placed in everyone's boxes. Even if you didn't like them, you had to give them a Valentine.

Emily had done her Valentine's the night before, sitting at the dining room table and wrote out each one. Her cheesy Valentine cards were Spongebob themed, each one had a different Spongebob pun on it about Valentine's Day. After signing the typical "To (blank) From Emily" she stuck a krabby patty gummy to each of the Valentine's cards.

At school, they went around and put their Valentine's in everyone's box. She gave an extra gummy to Aria, who was in her class that year. She finally got to Alison's, a hot pink box with gold sparkly lettering that spelt out her name. There was a crown foam sticker stuck to the side, which was fitting due to her social status that had already started to develop. On Alison's Valentine was a little note that said, "I think your nails are really pretty right now! The yellow is a really good color :) Emily." She was nervous to put it in Alison's box, but did anyway before she could back out. What if Alison thought she was weird for writing her a note?

It wasn't until recess, after they had gotten a chance to look at their Valentine's that someone tugged on Emily's arm and pulled her away from Aria and the rest of the class that was going outside for recess after lunch. Shocked, Emily turned to see who had pulled on her arm.

It was Alison, her signature smirk/smile on her face. Her hair was curlier than it was in the upcoming years of school, and she had gotten tiny pink braid hair extensions in her hair. She pulled Emily back into the classroom, and let go of her arm once they were inside.

"I read your note on my Valentine," Alison said, and Emily couldn't tell if she was preparing to make fun of her. "I love those krabby patty gummy things by the way."

"Th-Thanks," Emily mumbled, not knowing what Alison was going to say about the note. "They're one of my favorites too."

"Do you really like my nails?" Alison asked, looking down at her yellow painted nails. "My mom said that yellow's the ugliest color, but I love the color yellow."

"No! They're really cool, I wish I was good at painting my nails. I would definitely have that color on them," Emily said, looking down at her own nails.

"Do you want me to paint them for you? Right now?" Alison asked, perking up.

"You have nail polish?" Emily asked, as Alison ran to her backpack which was hung on her chair. She opened the light pink bag and dug through its contents before pulling out a bottle of nail polish that was the same color as Alison's nails.

"Yeah, I honestly don't know why I put it in my bag," Alison shrugged. "But it's a good thing I did."

"Shouldn't we be out at recess though? Won't we get in trouble?" Emily asked, looking around the empty classroom.

"No one will know we're in here, and if we get in trouble we can say that you were helping me with something. Now sit down and let me paint your nails," Alison said, her voice commanding at the end. She motioned to one of the tables, and Emily quickly moved to sit down in one of the chairs.

She stayed absolutely still, and watched Alison's face twist in concentration as she painted her nails yellow. They didn't talk much while she did it, which was probably good. Emily didn't trust her voice if she did have to talk. Occasionally, Alison would blow cool air on Emily's fingers in attempts to dry them. Emily tried not to squirm.

When she was done, Alison smiled to herself in satisfaction and screwed the yellow polish closed. Emily looked down at her nails, Alison really was good at doing them. There wasn't any nail polish on any part of her skin, and her nails never looked better. It really was a good color, and Emily thanked her.

"Don't mention it," Alison said. "It's the least I could do for my Valentine."

"Your what?" Emily asked, stunned. Did she hear her right?

"My Valentine. Noel wanted to be my Valentine, but you're definitely the better option," Alison said, touching Emily's shoulder.

"Oh, thanks. But really, your nails just looked really good," Emily said.

"Thanks," Alison smiled. "You know, you're supposed to kiss your Valentine on Valentine's Day."

Emily was even more stunned than before, and rose from her chair. She was standing right in front of her, still unsure if she heard her right.

"Well? Are you going to do it?" Alison asked, fiddling with the top of the nail polish.

"Uh, I don't know how-" Emily began.

Alison seemed to get quickly fed up with Emily's stalling, and leaned forward herself and pecked Emily's lips. It was short, it was barely a kiss. But still a kiss.

Emily stood there stunned, as Alison smiled and went to go put her nail polish away. Emily never would forget her only Valentine.

"Alison, nice name," Hailey said. "She must've been something special."

Emily laughed, "She is."

"Do you still keep in touch?" Hailey asked.

"Yeah, we're friends," Emily nodded.

"Nice, well it was nice spending time with you Emily. Hopefully we can do it again?" Hailey asked.

"Yes! Definitely," Emily agreed.

"Goodnight," she smiled.

"Night," Emily smiled.

She exited the car, and made her way into the house. The lights were off, so she assumed her family was asleep. Trying to be as quiet as she could, she climbed the stairs to her room. The stairs creaked underneath her, and she cringed. It wasn't that she would get in trouble if her parents knew she was out late, she wasn't in high school and was a full grown adult.

She opened the door to her dark room, and shut the door behind her. She began shrugging out of her jacket and then pulled her top over her head before hitting the lightswitch.

"Jesus!" Emily said, jolting at the sight of Alison laying out on her bed. "You scared the shit out of me."

"I was trying to be dramatic," Alison said, pouting as she sat up.

Emily noticed what she was wearing, or what she wasn't wearing. She and Alison were wearing the same amount of clothing, and Emily was missing her top. She stared for a moment, before looking back up at Alison's face.

"I didn't see your car, how did you even get up here?" Emily asked.

"I snuck in, I didn't want your parents to know," Alison laughed. "Or they would definitely be onto me."

"What are we in high school?" Emily asked, rolling her eyes playfully.

"Nice bra," Alison commented, nodding at Emily's white bra.

"Thanks, yours too," Emily smirked, watching Alison's chest as she took a deep breath. "Your Valentine doesn't care you left?"

"First, Rollins went out with his friends once again. And second, you're my Valentine," Alison said. "I came all the way over here and snuck into your room and dressed like this for a reason."

Emily smiled, and made her way towards Alison on her bed. "You look gorgeous," she said, her body already beginning to take over.

Emily stared for a moment, as she pushed Alison back on the bed and climbed on top of her. She took it all in, the blonde girl under her and the smell of her familiar perfume. Alison's breathing caught in her throat, and her eyes locked with Emily's.

"You know you're supposed to kiss your Valentine on Valentine's Day right?" she teased.

"Sorry, just taking you all in," Emily said. "You know you were my first kiss right?"

"That was my goal back in fifth grade. And you were mine," Alison said. "I'm really getting antsy, Em."

"Sorry," Emily mumbled, lowering herself to kiss Alison softly.

Alison's hands ran up Emily's side and wrapped around her waist, pulling Emily down on top of her to pull their bodies flush against each other. Emily let out a slight moan, causing Alison to break their kiss.

"If you want to get any tonight, you're going to have to be quiet," Alison said, tracing her finger on Emily's bottom lip.

"Sorry, I can't help myself," Emily said. "You know what you do to me."

"I hope so," Alison said. "You make me feel wanted."


OKAY LET ME SAY I'M SO SORRY I DIDN'T UPDATE FOR TWO MONTHS.

Basically I was finishing my junior year of high school, and that was insane with SATs and ACTs and finals so I had no time to write this, instead just post already written stuff from my other fic. I'm out for summer now so I'll be able to update frequently now.

If you haven't already seen, I have a new fic. It's Emison/Alison centric superhero fic called Supreme. Please check it out if you're interested and leave me a review :)