`"Ali, do you need me to get you anything?" Emily hung in the wooden doorway, gazing softly at her obviously upset girlfriend. Ali hadn't even murmured a word since they had gotten to the Hastings house, and she looked like she had been crying for hours. "Babe, this is about Spencer and Hanna, I know it. Can we at least talk about this?" She brushed her fingers against one of Ali's free falling blonde hairs, but she tensed at that contact. Ali glanced up at Emily, her aqua doe eyes glistening.
"I'm sorry for putting you through this, Em. We're finally together and happy, and then this happens. You're always the one who has to come to my rescue, I want to be your lady in shining armor for once." She giggled, Emily noticed how her nose adorably crinkled as she said that.
"Hey, don't talk like that. You have time to save me." She leaned across Spencer's bed and laid a gentle kiss on her forehead. "I'll join you after, get into your pajamas and relax." Emily made her down to the Hastings lavish kitchen. Hanna, clad in stylish purple pants and a grey fashion week shirt. She cast a glance at the other girl, and felt her stomach doing gymnastics.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to attack your lipstick girlfriend again. I'm leaving." Hanna rudely brushed against Emily's side as she squeezed by the kitchen counter. Emily pressed her fingers around the pale girls palm, stopping her in her tracks.
"Ali's not the only one in this house who's dabbled in boys, Han." She tapped her foot on the gleaming tile, expecting a sassy one liner from Hanna, but getting the opposite.
"The difference is that I was in love with you, which you fail to remember. I thought you were it for me, that I'd never have to find anyone else." She quivered as she confessed this to her former love, blinking to fight the tears. Emily's arms were covered in chills, had Hanna just admitted what she had always wanted to hear?
"Hanna, I don't want to dwell on what happened years ago, ok. We can't keep living through the past, I'm with Ali now and you're the big time success at NYU." A stray image of the New York apartment the girls had looked at in their high school days flashed in Emily's mind, a picture of what could've been. "Can we at least try to be friends, for now?"
"No we can't. You have Spencer and Aria for your no strings attached friends, I'm practically a puppet I have so many." Hanna, tugged on her ponytail and walked up the stairs, a fire in her walk. Emily was in deep, she realized that the moment the blonde had left the kitchen.
It was another midsummer Friday night at the Dilaurentis house, Ali and her gaggle of best friends were gathered in her wonderfully pink bedroom. Emily and Alison were flanked on the bed, giggling to themselves as the swimmer's face was turning a bright shade of blush. Aria, cotton candy colored streaks and all, was clutching Pigtunia tightly in her arms, as Spencer practiced her speech for class president, pacing the room. Left out of all this fun was Hanna, who was left in the window seat, cradling a bowl of Cheetos. Ali sent a scorn filled glance her way, and sneered, "missing the conversation, Han? Or are you fantasizing about kissing Sean Ackard with those cheese stained lips?" Seeing the pain in Hanna's light eyes, Emily made her way to the girls side.
"Han, don't let Ali get to you, she's just being… being her." She smiled at the blonde, placing a tender hand atop hers. Sparks filled Hanna's chest, making her feel almost dizzy. "I was thinking, maybe next Friday, you could come over to my house. We can eat all the Cheetos you want, and I'll kick your butt at Dance Dance Revolution." Emily grinned at Hanna, with more than friendly feelings in her heart.