So guise, sorry i have been a little slow on posting these chapters. I just need inspiration to write them. Which is the reason I love reviews, you guise give me information on what I need to fill in or how I need to start the chapter. So thank you for all that have helped inspire this chapter.
Also, it has taken me so long to write it, because I have been busy with FFA stuff. I was supposed to have this typed out before the of last weekend. But, I had a surprise trip. So please take leniency on me with these updates. I'm trying to get them done as soon as I can.
Chapter Seven:
Alison's first thought when she saw the brunette in the staircase was to run. She was going to run as fast and as far as she could get away. She couldn't take any more of this never ending game she had going on with Emily. However, Alison was a practical and realistic person, and she knew her job and her apartment were something she just couldn't give away. So, she forced herself to calm down and hope to god she didn't see what she thought she had.
When she heard Emily's exhausted, irritated, and sickeningly sweet voice come from behind her, Alison had almost fainted. Alison had stumbled with her key and couldn't get it to cooperate. She was soon becoming frustrated, especially when Emily's voice kept saying things.
When Emily reached out to help her and opened the door, Alison's heartrate was probably over a thousand. It was so loud that Alison thought Emily was for sure to hear it. It pounded at a thousand miles per hour and was forcing Alison to try and catch her breath.
When Emily gasped out her name, when she finally got a good glimpse of the dark-haired beauty, Alison felt her knees go weak. She knew the moment that Emily said her name that Emily didn't know she was until then. Alison felt stupid; she had thought Emily was helping her out because she knew it was Alison. Now she knew it was just because she was being neighborly.
Alison knew she should've said something as she stared into Emily's open and confused, beautiful brown eyes. She should've said what she wanted to since Emily left. She should've asked how Emily was. She should've asked why she was here. But, mostly, Alison should've said anything. Anything was better than the silence that filled the space as Emily waited for an answer.
Alison didn't say anything, and Emily walked away. That was the story of her never-ending life.
Alison used to be perfect at coming up with on-the-spot response, but since her kids, Alison couldn't lie worth a penny. She never knew what to say anymore. All the words that had filled her youth had now fled. She couldn't think of a response. But, when it came to Emily, it was even worse than it usually was.
Emily felt betrayed. Emily felt hurt. Emily felt confused. But, mostly, Emily didn't know what she was supposed to feel. She had just walked away from Alison, the person who was supposed to be back in rosewood with her two blonde children. The Alison who was supposed to have been left in the past. The Alison who she was supposed to have moved on.
Emily guesses she was a better liar, because that was probably her biggest lie. Emily has never moved on from Alison, and she doubts she ever would. She doubts that one day she could look into those blue abysses and not feel what she did for Alison. She doubts that one day she will be able to look at another girl and want to marry her. She highly doubts that she would ever call someone else hers ever again.
All Alison wants is to hear Laken and Audrey's voice. As she curled up into her bed, after her long day of driving, after the sudden realization that the girl she loves is less than a hundred-fifty feet away, after all this sudden changes, all Alison wants to do is see her beautiful babies. But right now, Alison can't. Because she is in LA and her babies in Rosewood. Because they're with their father and she's here. Because of a million other reasons and not even one.
Alison knew at this moment she wouldn't make any sense. Not to anyone. But something had her walking out her door, walking to the door the brunette had enter, and knocking. Something had her convinced that if she just looked into her face. If she just got to hear her talk. If she just got to for a second not be okay. If she could do all that, then maybe everyone would be okay to not be okay.
Alison stood outside that door for what felt like hours before slowly the door was opened by a redhead. This redhead looked like she just came from a fantastic party and was being all smiley and bubbly. Alison instantly hated her, and from the look that came over the redhead as she saw her, the feeling was mutual.
The redhead in a bored voice asked, "Was I expecting someone?"
Alison snottily replied, "You're not that lucky."
The redhead at this snorted, "You mean that misfortunate?"
Alison felt high school Alison DiLaurentis rise up in her throat. That girl was beginning to beg to rip this chick to smithereens. Alison felt herself bordering on letting her, while replying, "If that's how you want to take it, go for it… I was looking for someone, but since she obviously is not this rude and snarky, it's not you. So by-…"
At this moment, Alison heard an achingly familiar voice call out, "Camryn, is that the pizza man?"
The redhead, now apparently whose name was Camryn, replied in a somewhat softer tone, "No, sweetheart, just somebody looking for people who aren't rude or snarky." At this, Camryn smirked.
Emily, then, walked out from behind the hallway and saw Alison. Emily gasped in surprise, as Alison took a deep breath that centered her. Emily, as if pulled by an unknown source, stepped towards Alison and whispered in a hushed voice, "Camryn, will you please leave us for a second?"
Camryn's furrowed her eyebrows as she nodded. She closed the door leaving Alison and Emily looked outside together.
They sat and stared at each other for probably hours in that ugly green hallway. They were both so afraid that whatever they might say would send the other one away. They were both overcome with emotions, some anger, some confusion, and some they couldn't even place. They didn't know if what they wanted lied in front of them or laid behind the closed doors of their apartments.
They were both so lost for words, but while Alison was filling with regret and sadness, Emily was becoming overcome with anger and despair. Emily was going to be able to keep her emotions in check much longer, and Alison was going to be able to refrain herself from Emily either. Emily began to speak, her words rushed and fumbled, "Alison… What are you doing here?"
Alison hesitantly replied, "Here as in your apparent apartment or here as in LA?"
Emily jaw clenched as her frustration was becoming apparent. Emily tried to keep it in check as she said, "Both."
Alison, as if thinking of the answer fully before speaking, slowly replied, "Well… I'm at your apartment, because my kids are in Rosewood for their last night there, and I just saw the love of my life and she walked back into this door. So, I followed her, because even though it's been years I'm still madly in love with her. And for LA, I am basically a surgical recovery nurse, or RN if you want to go broader with the term, and they offered to pay my college tuition debt as long as I stayed her four years. That hospital is across the street which is why I choose this apartment."
Emily's hands found either side of her neck as they would into her hair and tugged. This was her go-to strategy for when she was confused, hurt, or upset. Alison reached for Emily, but she shed away from her touch. Alison sighed.
All Alison wanted to do in that moment was to go back to feeling the way she did before all this. Back to when her kids' dad was her biggest issue. Back to when talking Laken into putting on his shoes was the hardest daily problem. Back to when her ex-loves weren't just randomly showing up in random intervals of her life. Back to when everything made sense.
After standing and staring at Alison small figure, Emily felt her body lunge. She suddenly was pressed fully against Alison, Emily's hand holding onto the small of Alison's back. Emily's forehead rested against Alison's. They were back to their silent game. Back to seeing which one would lose control and pass the line this time.
Emily couldn't control her impulses that night, though. Emily slowly closed the distance between her and Alison. She felt her impulse neurons working harder than ever to tell her that this was the stupidest idea she ever had. But, all Emily could think of was how wide Alison's eyes looked, how her mouth was open in a surprised 'o', and how when her fingers dug into Alison's back, Alison released a groan.
Emily had lost all reasonable thought as Emily kissed Alison.
It felt like she was soaring. Like she was never coming down from the heavens. Emily felt like that every time they kissed. She thought she probably would, whether it be the first or the thousandth. Alison always managed to steal her breath away.
They stood out in that hallway, kissing and caressing each other for probably hours. They stood in silence, lips moving slowly and surely across one another, making sure to map each and every inch of the other girls' mouth. They stood there until their lips were numb and swollen. Until their bodies were aching and sore. Until the idea of leaving became nonexistent. Well at least for Alison.
Because, before Alison knew it, Emily was doing her signature move. She was walking away. She was turning around. She was removing herself. Just like always. Just like she did last time. Just like she continuously did. Just like she would always do.
Alison watched sadly as she saw Emily slowly close the door. Keeping them two separated. Keeping them two alone. Keeping them two never together.
How they had always been.
Alison knew she should've said something, but words seemed to fail her at times when most needed. And god, had they been needed right then.
Sorry about the ending. But I promise that it's a process and we are getting there.
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