Authors Note: Yes, I am a horrible person for not updating. But recall in the last chapter I said I wouldn't give up on this. So I won't. Also I just got 2 reviews and felt bad for not updating in over a month. Conclusion: when you write a review, I get motivation to write a chapter.

Either way, these monthly things are fair to no one. Thusly, since pll comes on Mondays, I'm gonna try to update then. Try.

Anyways, to continue to quest for Jemily:

Even though Emily had 2 hours until Jenna was scheduled to come over, she still felt the need to rush her parents out of the house.

"Emily! Emily, calm down! Why do you need us gone so badly? Throwing a party?" her mother asked with a playful shove.

She was obviously kidding; Emily would never be that type of kid. How the Kahn brothers did it was still on wonder to her. Regardless, Emily let out a nervous laugh before shyly replying "of course not."

Suspicious, yes. But her parents figured she was probably just having her 4 closet friends over, which they would be fine with. So, with one last curious look, they were gone.

Emily watched as the car sped into the distance, not leaving the window until 5 minutes after the copper colored car faded away completely.

A wide range of emotions washed over her. Giddiness, excitement, nervousness, fear. It almost reminded her of how she felt on her first date. Ecstatic, yet terrified at the same time. She wasn't sure exactly why. She felt as if she'd explode if Jenna didn't arrive soon. But also, she felt as though she'd never be ready.

So she set out to busy herself. Surprisingly a difficult task that turned out to be. She couldn't seem to make up her mind about anything. She tidied up slightly, but couldn't overdo it in fear Jenna would think it too much. And she was playing cool still. She considered setting out snacks, but then it was possible Jenna wasn't hungry, and that would just make everything so terribly awkward. And then she still had to decide what to do when she got there. She supposed she could just plan out what to do with Jenna, in regards to the plan against Alison.

Alison. Emily suddenly felt guilty. Sure Ali could be awful, but... Retaliation just felt equally horrid. At this point Emily was so consumed in thoughts; she didn't even notice the figure walking towards the door.

Luckily, the doorbell snapped her back into reality. She looked in the mirror in her hallway with terrified eyes. She wore sweatpants and a plain green shirt. No makeup, her hair in a simple pony tail.

It was all wrong.

She considered going to quickly change, or call off this dat- er,... Gathering?- altogether. But then she heard another knock. "Emily? You there?" She heard Jenna call out as she peered through the window.

Emily mentally let out a scream, but with on final deep breath, walked forward and opened the door.

"Jenna! Hello! How are you, this fine day? Please, come in," she greeted a bit too formally.

"Uh. Thanks." was Jenna's only reply.

Emily mentally kicked herself multiple times for that one.

She cleared her throat and tried again. "Yeah. Let us talk."

Jenna simple gave her a funny look and a little chuckle before stepping inside.

Let us. Emily kicked herself once again, but moved on.

"Can I get you anything? We have... Water..." Emily immediately regretted not going out to buy sodas to better suite her company. Who drinks water?

"Sounds great," Jenna said.

Emily stood stunned for a moment. Jenna likes water! All was good in the world! She did a little jump in excitement before getting 2 glasses, one for each of them. She then brought then to the table and joined Jenna, sitting across from her.

"So, the Ali plan." Jenna began. "What were your ideas?"

Emily had actually somewhat thought about this, so the atmosphere became suddenly much calmer. She relaxed and took a small sip of water. "Well, first of all, act discreet but completely fail. Let her know when we're hanging out, but meet in secret. Always lock the door, but be near open windows. We can't be too obvious, but if she wants to learn something about us we'll let it be as easy as possible."

Jenna thought for a moment. "Yeah. That's genius. Let's do it!"

"One thing though," Emily began with a worried face, "What false information are we supposed to feed her?"

Jenna also had gone over this multiple times in her head, but to no avail. She was actually a fugitive; she was plotting to kill her entire family. They needed something Alison could believe, but that everyone else could quickly find out was false, turning to humiliation to Alison's direction, a place it had never seemed to be before.

But this feat seemed impossible.

"Emily, you know her best. What do you think she'd have the greatest chance of falling for?"

Emily thought for a moment. But it was true- she did know her incredibly well. "It would definitely have to be scandalous. Something embarrassing she could use against us. Unbelievable, but she'll try to find a way to make everyone believe it."

Jenna sigh out if exasperation. What could they possibly use? She shook her head to attempt to clear it. No success. She dug into her purse.

She was slightly compulsive in this sense, in hard stress or in trying to simply clear her mind she'd turn to fidgeting with something else. Her hand just happened to find some cherry lip gloss, so she decided to put that on.

This was almost the root of Emily's fascination with Jenna, so she could not help but to watch Jenna's lips with hungry eyes.

Of course, Jenna noticed. But she had no idea what the true meaning behind the stare was. Luckily (and lucky in more than one way) she misinterpreted this.

"...You're kind of a genius," Jenna said, with a sudden realization of a plan. Secret lovers! What's more scandalous than that?"

Emily nearly had a heart attack. Unable to speak, she simply let Jenna continue.

"This is genius. She'll believe that we're together, tell everyone because, I mean, what would be more juicy than that story? But, everyone knows about you and Ben. They'd never believe her. I bet he'd even beat her up for suggesting it. That'd be a welcomed sight."

"That plan is terrible," Emily finally intervened. "It would backfire a million times over. It's insane thinking."

"Insane enough to work," Jenna countered.

"No! Just..." Emily voice trailed off as she actually thought about it. It would be an actual relationship, of course. But it'd be as close as she'd ever get to one.

Not that she wanted it.

But, it could bloom into something else. Something completely real.

It could most definitely backfire horribly.

But it could also work wonderfully.

... She decided to comply. "Fine." she simply said after a moment.

"Excellent," Jenna replied.

And with that, the plan was set and ready to go. They arranged to begin carrying it our subtly in school the next day.

Well, as subtly as possible really. They wouldn't be all over each other; that would be too much, and either be insanely obvious or insanely believable to everyone, which would defeat the purpose. So they would, instead, exchange a few knowing glaces, a smile here and there, a few words. Alison would no doubt pick up on it, but not know exactly what was up. So she would search, but that'd just be her, not the entire school. Then she could throw around the false claims, and they throw it right back at her.

Genius, in a sense.

Horribly able to backfire in another.

Either way, that's what they decided they would do.

And with that, Jenna was gone, feeling accomplished they concluded their little meeting, and left Emily alone with her thoughts.

Which was when the worry set in and Emily really began to panic, making a mental list of all the things that could go wrong.

We won't fool anyone. No! We'll be too convincing. Everyone will know how I really feel. I mean what? I don't feel anything. Nope. But they'll think I do! It's gonna ruin everything. The rumors are gonna destroy everything I have. This is horrible. This plan will never work.

When her list reached 37 ways, she realized that it was possible she was just over reacting. So, with no other way to turn her mind off, she decided it was time for sleep and a chance to forget her worries for a while.

If only she'd known what would happen next...

Author's Note again: I like cliffhangers!