AN: Hi there! I'm back and these are things I want to tell you guys:
Sorry I'd been gone for too long. I had final exams in my university on the last week of the year. Yeah, "holiday" is absolutely not available in their dictionary.
This is a new chapter and well, I'm still a mistakes maker and not quite a good writer so this contents several mistakes of grammars, misspellings. If you find them annoying even just a little bit, you can tell me and I'll fix it.
Thank you for all of your supports. I don't know how but reading reviews and knowing there are some people are interested in my stuffs make me smile every day no matter how hard the day has been.
And inesd, I didn't know if you would reread the previous chapter or not so I settle to put my thank you for you in this one. Yeah, thank you. Helping me with those French lines and telling me more about your thoughts of this story are really nice. I love every thing you said. Thank you again, for making me smile like an idiot. :)
For all, you love Spemily and I love you. *hug*
Pretty Little Liars is not mine. If it's mine, you'll know. (Full of Spemily of course)
One more thing: This maybe the last update of 2014 so... HAPPY NEW YEAR! :) Hope all of your dreams will come true in 2015.
*Whisper* If the story get bored, I think you should tell me so I can stop. Well stop with this one only though.
What was your first thing to do when you got back from your honeymoon? Visiting family, visiting friends, getting back to work or just spending your time with your new family? I don't know what your answers were but I am sure the Hastings wouldn't do anything like that. Veronica came first. Well, she actually literally came first. Feeling guilty for all of these years choosing Melissa to be her favorite daughter, the lawyer had the urge to make up for her other amazing girl. After an hour our couple had gotten back from the airport, Veronica showed up in front of Spencer's door. She brought several things with her though. Her stuffs, her gifts, her smiles, oh and her daughter. Yes, she also brought Melissa with her. She thought that being all married meant the girls were more mature than before so this time would be perfect for their bonding time.
After settled everything down, the mother announced.
"We'll stay here with you girls for three days. This will be so much fun."
Veronica walked pass the girls to get to the kitchen, leaving an annoyed Melissa, a grumpy Spencer and of course an "I have no clue what's going on" Emily.
The writer spoke under her breath, afraid that her mom would hear it.
"Three days? Three fucking days? And you agreed with this?" – Her voice showed that the girl really, really, really hated the idea.
Seeing Spencer got mad was definitely Melissa's favorite, she decided to tease the girl. She responded out loud on purpose to make their mom hear that.
"Oh c'mon Spencer, this is own "sisters bonding" time. Don't be so prissy." The big sister made her bold move, she patted the light brown eyes girl's head.
Our writer slapped it away immediately, using a harshly voice, Spencer whispered.
"Drop it Melissa, we know each other too well."
The older girl rolled her eyes. Now I know where Spencer got that move. Melissa spoke again, didn't want to argue in front of the new family member.
"I was trapped, okay? She said she'll take me to Hawaii for three days so I got in her car with my baggage. But apparently, her Hawaii is so much more different from mine."
As the younger sister was about to speak, Melissa glanced over at the tanned girl, raising her eyebrows.
"So, how's your honeymoon? I bet it was terrible huh? Nobody can handle a cocky Spencer for too long. Don't worry, if you want a divorce, I'll do it free just for you."
Emily blinked. Okay, note to self, the Hastings sisters didn't get along with each other. Our coffee shop owner was dumbfounded with her new discover. Spencer's life was more complicated than she thought. Her life wasn't filled with just riches and honors, it also filled with drama and more than that but the girl hasn't found out even a little bit of them yet. The dark brown eyes girl felt a little pity for the writer though. Living without parents in such a young age made Emily treasure all of the heartfelt moments she could have. Not having them with you was miserable but having them and knew that they didn't care about you was torture. It was like living in hell and you had to crawl back to your shell.
Thinking for too long, the tanned girl knew she should say something but she didn't know how to reply.
"I…"
"Shhh girl, we'll talk behind her back later." Melissa jumped in, didn't let the girl finish her sentence.
Veronica called Melissa out in the kitchen. The Hastings older sister then walked pass Spencer and gave Emily a wink before got to where her mom was.
"Should I be worry about that?" Emily asked worriedly, her eyebrows furrowed.
"No, you shouldn't be worried."
The writer looked as the shadow of her sister disappeared to the corner. She spoke again.
"You should be panic."
Following Veronica order, nobody was allowed to leave this house in the next three days. This time would all be about family and because Peter Hastings couldn't come back on time, the mother wanted to share their cozy time as much as possible. That also meant no working, no going out, no meeting friends. Yes, the Hastings cozy time.
As the sun was going down, Veronica decided to make dinner for all of them and try to bring Emily to go to the kitchen with her. Just only Emily. Spencer knew why. Melissa knew why. Everybody knew why. Our lawyer really had a hard time to have a real talk with her daughter in law. Since the day she heard the news, the tanned girl being her number one target to approach. The mysterious girl stole her daughter's heart in only a couple of months. How suspicious was that! The lawyer had done a little research of our coffee shop owner to get to know her more before talking face to face. But the more she got to know her, the more she got amazed. The dark brown eyes girl had a really impressive high school profile. High grades, swim team captain and had even got scholarships from Danby and Princeton. The only thing Veronica didn't get was why Emily chose to be a coffee shop owner. The little girl wrote in her profile that she wanted to be a writer, just like her daughter.
From everything she knew, the mother thought that this was a real thing. Her stubborn daughter was really married and the girl she chose to spend her life with was far more perfect than any person who she used to set their dates up to force the writer.
She was glad though. Really glad. They had a little conversation while preparing the dinner and Emily showed nothing but sweetness and genuine. She was also very good at cooking. The girl knew more than just common meals. She kept talking with Veronica about French meal when the talk had moved to their honeymoon in Paris.
Little did the lawyer know our coffee shop owner was trying to avoid talking about their honeymoon. She could be good at anything if she really wanted to but not at lying. Maybe discussing her honeymoon when Spencer was there would be easier so she led the talk to one of her finest strength – cooking. On the other hand, Veronica didn't rush. She just assumed that the tanned girl wanted to let Melissa join their conversation so she settled to bring it up at dinner.
Time passed by and the dinner was finally finished. As Veronica tasted the food before put it on the dinner table, she couldn't help but say out loud.
"Oh my God, Emily! This is delicious. Your parents must be very proud to have a daughter like you."
Realizing what she just had said, the mother quickly whispered an apology. She knew the girl's parents had passed away long ago but the topic was still a sensitive one to mention. But of course the dark brown eyes girl didn't mind that. That fact hurt but it was something in the past. Now she just knew that they loved her just as much as she loved them. And as long as she still loved them, they would always be in her heart. The girl gave Veronica a reassuring smile.
"It's okay. It's a long time ago and I don't know if I made them proud in the past but I'm still trying to do that every day. I guess that's the way I say I love them now."
The lawyer had to let out a long loving smile. The one who lost love is the one treasures it the most when they have it again. Emily lost her love once. Now the love she found was Spencer. Her daughter would be treasured by this incredible girl to the rest of her life. Her daughter finally got her happy ending and this is for forever after.
Couldn't control herself, the lawyer stood up and hugged Emily tightly. The hug was for her sorry earlier, for her thanks the time her daughter got married and for her loves to Emily, the girl now she could also call daughter.
"Welcome to the family, Emily. I've been waiting for so long."
As the dinner is ready, the four of them sat on the table and started to enjoy the meal. Emily sat next to Spencer who was sitting in front of Melissa. They had spent all night to read book or play with their phone and barely talked to each other. That would be good though. Maybe they would start a fight if they tried to communicate with their sister. The dinner began a little quiet until Melissa tasted her dish.
"This is delicious, mom. I didn't know you could cook that well." The big sister said without thinking.
"Thanks for your compliment but I didn't cook that. Emily did. She also knows how to cook French meals." Veronica replied with a smile while still looking at Emily.
The older daughter hated to admit this but her sister's wife was quite more fantastic than she thought. Letting out that compliment in the presence of Spencer made her feel like she lost again. The girl changed the subject.
"Impressive, Emily! How did a sweet girl like you agree to marry my sister? I'm a little confused though. Why did you break up with your ex? I mean there was no way he stopped making you happy. You're so loveable."
Raising her voice, Melissa tried to ignore the fact that Emily was married to her sister. Her sister. Since the day our writer published her marriage to the press, the world seemed to love her more. It was understandable though. Most of her fans are girls and they love romance. Being Spencer Hastings's lover meant being the most romantic person's lover. They somehow didn't know the past of our writer's love life included boys and girls so this was like a confirmation that someday they could be that person. That was a little selfish but you know, a girl can dream. Melissa hated that. She was being her family's favorite daughter since the day she was born. She tried her best to win at everything and she actually won. Until now.
"Melissa!" Veronica warned her. Maybe they weren't mature like she thought.
The tanned girl was speechless. She didn't think her sister in law could attack indirectly Spencer in front of her mom. Glancing over at the light brown eyes girl, Emily could tell that it took everything to stop the writer barking back her sister. The dark brown eyes tried to save her. She smiled.
"Well, he's a she and she's awful. There's no one on this planet can replace Spencer. She's the most wonderful person I've ever meet." Taking her time to hold the writer hand and gave her a long loving look, the tanned girl continued. "I didn't mention I love Paris and yet she took me there on our honeymoon. She doesn't need to try to make me happy. Having her by my side already makes me happy every day."
The table remained quiet. Nobody had the heart to cut the loving atmosphere in the room, even Melissa. The writer was a little lost here. She knew the tanned girl said that because of the contract she had signed but hearing those words did melt her heart a bit. I meant an adorable face, a loving smile, an angelic voice and a statement of love. You would be heartless if you felt nothing. The light brown eyes girl grinned. Her grin got wider and wider. She didn't have to fake that. That was actually her face reacted to the words Emily had said. And that was the moment Veronica couldn't hide her voice anymore.
"Awwww. Something tells me you love romance. A lot." Their mom finally spoke after back from our lovebirds land.
"I do. That's why I love Spencer's books." The tanned girl smiled back to the mother.
"What? You love romance?" Melissa had a confused look on her face while looking directly at Emily. Didn't wait for an answer, she responded under her breath. "Let's hope that you're not Wren Kingston version 2.0."
The writer's heart skipped a beat. It had been a long time since anyone had the guts to bring that name in front of her. Her family, her friends, her crew knew too well that was a really sensitive topic to talk about.
Melissa herself though tried hard to win her sister sometimes but had never used that jerk name to archive what she wanted. Seeing the expression on Spencer's face made the older girl feel guilty immediately. That was just an accident though. Her sister hates romance because of him and the fact that Emily shares a big same interest with Spencer's "almost became husband" did astonish her so much that she let it out without thinking.
"Spencer, I…"
"I'll check the dessert."
With that, Spencer stood up and disappeared in the corner. Veronica didn't say a thing. The Hastings lawyers were trying to arrange the food on their dishes. At time like this, no one should approach the younger girl.
Emily had a different thought. She was about to followed the writer. The dark brown eyes girl was truly concerned about her but soon she realized she wasn't really Spencer's wife. She really wasn't. The girl decided to stay back with the quiet table even though she had tons of questions in her head.
What the hell just happened?
The night ended a little earlier than usual due to the dinner accident. Knowing that she shouldn't say anything even just an apology to Spencer, Melissa settled to be quiet and hoping that tomorrow everything would back to normal. Like it usually did.
Veronica and her older daughter spent their night in the room which is supposed to be Emily's bedroom. Even though they were surprised that all of the tanned girl's stuffs were put in here but not in the same room with Spencer, they decided to believe the coffee shop owner words that this was an agreement in their relationship. Keeping clothes at the same room might affect their love life with all the arguments that would occur.
After saying goodnight to the Hastings lawyers, Emily came to realize that she had to spend the night with Spencer, in Spencer's room. This reminded her of the time in Paris that the writer had put her evil side on just to take over the bed. She chuckled. They were right. Someday you might look back all of things that had happened and laugh. Delighted by the memories, the dark brown eyes girl walked nonchalantly into our writer's room just to find that Spencer is lying in bed and seems to asleep. She quietly closed the door and took out a blanket to sleep on the couch in the corner which is not so far from the bed.
"Goodnight, Spencer."
Emily spoke softly. She got used to this routine when she was still a little girl. Wishing someone goodnight was also her way to make herself have a goodnight.
"Goodnight, Emily."
The tanned girl froze. She didn't know the writer was still awake. Her voice sounded quite heavier than this morning and something said that the girl was deeply upset. Emily was confused but it was late and she should sleep. She should try to sleep. She did. And she failed. The conversation at the dinner table found its way to haunt her head. The writer was always this cocky, this confident, this… perfect somehow but that was the first time Emily had ever seen the older girl that sad. The look in her beautiful light brown eyes almost told its own story which was pretty close to break Emily's heart.
It had been thirty minutes and the coffee shop owner didn't fall asleep yet. She tossed and turned while Spencer still didn't move since the last goodnight was said. Couldn't control herself, Emily knew she should say something but she also didn't want the writer to respond. Okay her logic had some problems but that was how she thought though. She whispered. Her voice was light like a wind.
"Spencer, are you asleep?"
The room remained silent just like before. Maybe the light brown eyes girl had found her peaceful time in her sleep while Emily was talking to herself in her head. The curious girl closed her eyes and prepared to sleep.
"Not anymore."
Okay, you need to respond faster, Spencer.
"I'm sorry, I didn't me…"
"You can say it now so we all can go back to sleep."
Hesitating, Emily took a deep breath, she then asked.
"Who's Wren Kingston?"
The room remained silent again. There was this awkward tension between the bed and the couch or just Emily thought that. She now was far from coming back when the question left her lips but she was also far from getting the answer. She didn't know what her next move was.
Should I ask again? No. It's a little rude.
Should I go to sleep? No. I don't want to let her answer to a "deep in sleep" Emily.
Should I…
"He's my ex."
Spencer's voice cut the dark brown eyes girl conversation of her heart and her brain. The answer definitely didn't satisfy the tanned girl's curiousness. She did somehow realize that the name belonged to a person that had so much effects and affects in the writer's life. He must be someone really special. That was why there was that "not so Spencer" Spencer earlier. Though she still wanted to know more, she couldn't find it in her heart to ask. The tanned girl closed her eyes again, settled to get her sleep.
"He broke my heart." The writer whispered in her bed.
"Spencer, you don't have to…"
"I was almost married to him. I almost called him my husband."
The writer raised her voice again before Emily could finish her sentence. She was talking to the tanned girl but it really sounded like she was also talking to herself. The dark brown eyes girl let her continue.
"I met him eight years ago. I was twenty one and he was a law school student. He was playing piano in a small coffee shop. I don't remember why but we was just clicked. He was perfect though. Handsome, intelligent and romantic." Her voice was soft, really soft. "We were in a relationship for a year and we decided to move in together. He moved in this house with me because he said his family was in England and he didn't have a nice apartment here." A slight changed in her voice, it wasn't soft like before. "When he was with me, my dad and mom took him everywhere with them cause you know, he was gonna be a lawyer. They brought him to introduce to important people and learn things. Two more years and we decided to settle our life, to have a family together. Everything was perfect. My life was perfect. Until one month before the wedding." Her voice got sharpened. "I found out he was seeing another girl. The girl is a daughter of a judge that my dad had introduced him."
Spencer stopped for a long time as if she was talking about yesterday. The pain seemed to get worse every time she recalled it.
"I slapped him. I was surprised myself that moment. I didn't think that one day I would slap someone that hard." She stopped again, she really didn't want any tear to come down. "And you know what, he surprised me more. He didn't even flinch. He smirked. He said that for a smart girl like me, this was a little slow to discover his secrets. Yes, he said secrets in plural. He just used me for all the money my family paid while "Spencer's future husband" was in law school. He just used me for my family reputation. He just used me to get that opportunity to approach high class people. He just used me to get his chance with that judge's daughter." This time, she failed. Tears ran down to her cheeks, trying hard to finish, she muttered the next part. "He just used me for my love."
The girl was now sobbing. Hard. All the emotion she had tried to hide those five years came out right through her tears. But she didn't even try to stop. She wanted to let it all out. She didn't know why. She just wanted this to be the last time she ever sobbed over that jerk again.
"He left."
When those two words left Spencer's lips, tears came down the tanned girl cheeks. The girl was trying so hard so her sniffs didn't interrupt Spencer's story but hearing the misery in her voice mixed with her sobbing sound cut Emily's determination of not crying. And at that moment, there was no rule in the contract or even in the world that could stop the dark brown eyes girl run to the writer's bed and embrace the girl.
As Emily tried to lay down and pull the crying girl closer, Spencer immediately crawled to her arms. The writer sobbed harder. She didn't know that was because of the pain in her chest or the feeling of being protected by someone again.
"The… the piano you see in the living room was celebration gift of our first day moving in. It was like a symbol of the day we met. I love it so much that I couldn't bring myself to throw it away the day he left. I didn't keep it because of him. I didn't. I didn't."
Her lips was trembling, her words were a little hard to figure but her pain was visible. Emily knew that pain. The girl's love with this piano is just like her love with Paris. Loving those things was hard when it kept reminding their painful past but they were a part of them now and it was okay to still love something though it might hurt you inside sometimes. It was okay to do that. Emily knew it. Spencer should know it too.
"It's okay Spencer. It's okay. It's your piano and if you want to keep it, you keep it."
Emily whispered for the first time after Spencer's long story. The tanned girl kept rubbing and hugging the light brown eyes girl back until she felt Spencer's grip on her pajama loosened. The writer stopped sobbing and snuggled deeper into the coffee shop owner's arms. Her eyes closed.
"It's okay Spencer. It's okay. You're okay now. It's okay. It's okay."
After crying so hard last night, Spencer spent more time in bed than usual. Emily decided to just wake up alone and prepare breakfast for the whole family. The girl walked into the kitchen to find that Melissa was half way to finish the breakfast Emily was about to make. Even though their first impression didn't seem so well and the younger girl probably had nothing to talk with her sister in law but leaving the kitchen now was a little rude. She stayed.
"Morning. Can I help?" The girl spoke.
Melissa turned around when she heard the girl. She gave her a genuine smile and replied.
"Oh Emily, I didn't see you there. Yeah, you can make the table for me. I'm almost done."
They did their parts in silent for a long moment before the older girl spoke again.
"I'm sorry."
"Why?" The younger girl asked.
"For being a bitch to Spencer, to you since the day you two got married."
She paused as if for Emily to process the words she just heard. Then the lawyer continued.
"Being raised in the Hastings means you're a warrior. No matter what, you have to win. Even the competitor is your sister. I chose to be a lawyer because of the family reputation. Spencer didn't. She chose what makes her happy. That's why I'm the Hastings favorite. I get used to it for a long time that I forget Spencer's my sister. I forget I have a sister. I tried so hard to win every time. I even tried to get married before she does."
The lawyer chuckled, realized how silly she was in the past. She raised her voice.
"Last night, seeing the love in her eyes when she looked at you made me also see the love in me too. I love my sister and I want her to be happy. You may think I'm lying but yes, I just came to realize that yesterday. I regret every time I had attacked her, including last night though it was just an accident but I can't find my voice to apologize. The Hastings pride is always too big for an apology."
Melissa stopped, turned back to face Emily who now having a calm look in her eyes. The older girl smiled.
"Maybe telling you all of this is my first step to say the "S" words to her." Taking her time to receive Emily's loving smile, the girl spoke. "And Emily, I believe you're really the one who bring my sister that happy ending. I absolutely believe that."
For a moment the tanned girl did think that she was Spencer's wife, that she was a Hastings member, that she was the one who carrying that happy ending. She was so into it that she felt the need to hug Melissa. And she did. The older girl hugged back tightly before pulled away and exchanged a warming smile with her sister in law. This was also the time they secretly signed a contract to keep this conversation between them. Like a secret. But little do they know, the writer was listening since the start. She had come out of her bed when she heard talking sounds in the kitchen and believe me, she had never been so glad in life when she decided to overhear someone's conversation like this time. Knowing that her sister was absolutely not a bitch because she hated her but because of the fostering way their parents had chosen was something incredible new in her life. Her sister didn't hate her. Frankly, she even loved her. She loved her. Her sister loved her.
Smiling with her new knowledge, the writer settled to come back to bed and pretended that she hadn't woken up and walked around the house this whole time. The girl made her way to her bedroom, leaving a new kind of "sisters bonding" time in the kitchen.
"So, I only know you love romance and Spencer's books. What else? I want to know more. How about movie? What kind do you prefer? A romantic one?" Melissa spoke gushily, this was the first time in her life she felt this comfortable over a new person. She had been taught to always be aware of every one. But no one could be aware of Emily. No one. The girl was harmless.
Emily grinned. Having an opportunity to witness this side of Melissa never stretched a line in her thought. The girl responded.
"This maybe odd but I like horror movies. Like one with zombies and stuffs, you know. Is that weird?"
"No. Not at all."
Waiting for a brief moment, Melissa put a sly grin on her lips, continued.
"You know, Spencer loves zombie movies too."
Emily narrowed her eyes, spoke in a playfully tone.
"Something tells me you're lying."
"Something tells me you're right." Melissa replied, didn't miss a beat.
They laughed. The laughter sounds had left this house for so long that when it came back, it surprised the big sister. She stopped her laugh and looked at the dark brown eyes girl knowingly.
"You know, you're not like Spencer's usual boyfriends or girlfriends."
"What's so unusual?" The younger girl asked, confused.
Taking her time to smile again, the lawyer responded.
"I actually like you. That's what's unusual."
The night started a little earlier than yesterday. Spencer seemed not so upset about last night anymore. Conversely, she was quite more talkative than she was before. The writer told Veronica about their honeymoon in Paris and even volunteered to show her mom all the photos they had taken. Veronica was more than delighted by the sudden change of her daughter. Just like Spencer had been through a brain surgeon or something. The light brown eyes girl also made her first move to communicate with her sister. And surprisingly, they didn't argue for like an hour now. Their story just contented the small happy memories but somehow they managed to keep talking more. Let's say that the tears did a really good job by washing Spencer's pains and Melissa herself had bought her a ticket to the "sisters forever land" by her confession this morning.
Everything was perfect. So perfect that Veronica didn't want the night to end, she suggested a movie night. Guess what they picked? A horror movie, with zombies and stuffs.
"We should pick a horror movie to welcome this new family member."
What do you mean?
"Emily loves horror movies, especially the one with zombies."
Sh… she does?
"Yeah. Is there any problem with you?"
N… No. Not, not at all. I have no problem with zombies.
Yeah, I know. Loving your sister didn't mean you couldn't tease them sometimes. Our writer had some… issues with zombies. Melissa knew that and she settled to grab popcorn and watch her sister trying hard to hide her fear the whole movie playing time. She was so enjoying the scene that she didn't see Emily was staring amusingly to the two sisters. The tanned girl even dropped her favorite movie just to eye these dorks. And that was also the reason the coffee shop owner didn't feel Veronica's eyes on her since the beginning. Her two daughters had just spent two days together with the presence of the tanned girl and everything was perfect. Everything was normal. Like an ordinary family. Everything could be fixed. Her family could be fixed. The thought warms her heart. Yeah, her family could be fixed.
Everyone had their own things to do and no one had a thing to do with the movie which was playing. That led to there was just one person in the room that actually paid her attention to the film – Spencer Hastings.
Apparently, the consequence came quite faster than you thought cause Spencer was now staring at her ceiling and unable to go to sleep. Spencer Hastings was unmatchable. Spencer Hastings was incredible. Spencer Hastings was scared of nothing.
Except the zombies.
The writer was a genius. She was so smart that she knew the end of a book when she just read a few first pages. She was so smart that Melissa had to cheat sometimes to win. She was so smart that the whole Hastings was disappointed when they knew she had chosen to be a writer but not a lawyer. Her brain was something spectacular and she loved it. She loved it before she even knew how to read. And zombies ate brains. Yeah, those disgusting… species loved brains. Melissa told her that when they were little girls. Spencer needed her brain to function everything. She needed her brain to beat Melissa. She needed her brain to be loved by her family. And she hated zombies. Frankly, she was scared of zombies. She knew it silly but the fear you got when you were young didn't leave you so easily when you had grown up. Maybe that was also the reason some people had issue with clowns.
Anyway, that was why we had an "I'm scared but I'm afraid to say so" Spencer on bed. She looked over at Emily to see that the girl was grabbed in her blanket and seemed to have a nice dream. But that didn't stop the writer, if she didn't do anything, she would wake up like a zombie next morning. The light brown eyes girl broke the silent.
"Emily, are you asleep?"
Keeping the silent a little longer to tease the girl, the tanned girl mimicked our writer answers last night.
"Not anymore."
"I…"
"You can say it now so we all can go back to sleep." The dark brown eyes girl jumped in with a sarcastic tone.
Knowing too well what the girl was doing but Spencer was so scared to mock back or be mad at her. She decided to deal with the situation in a humble attitude.
"I… I am wondering if… if you could, you know… sleep on the bed with me. That couch doesn't seem so comfortable." The girl still tried to hide her real reason.
"I'm a little afraid though. Don't you love to sleep… naked?" The tanned girl pretended to have a hesitant voice, paid back the writer for the time in Paris.
"I'm not naked tonight." The writer spoke, almost gushed the information. "I… mean… Can you just come over here and sleep on the bed?"
It was a little late and Emily was tired so she decided to drop her game. She gathered her blanket and moved to Spencer's bed where there was a brighten eyes smiling Spencer. She laid her head on her pillow and stared at the ceiling. The room was quiet again. Spencer felt less scared that she could get her sleep, the girl closed her eyes right before Emily spoke.
"You know, it's okay to be afraid of zombies."
"I'm not afraid of zombies."
"Yeah, right."
"I really am not."
"Tell that to the zombies."
"I…"
"Goodnight, Spencer."
Did I just get teased by this innocent girl?
Spencer woke up next morning to find that Emily was in her arms. Emily Hastings was in her arms. Spencer's chin was gently put against the tanned girl head. The writer had to move a little to function their positions. The dark brown eyes girl was lying on Spencer's arm, her arm hugged the light brown eyes girl's waist slightly, her face snuggled to the writer neck and breathed calmly in her sleep. It wasn't a surprise to know that the younger girl was the one who loved cuddle. Told ya, she was readable. On the other hand, Spencer was practically the other girl's shelter. Her arms wrapped over Emily's shoulder, her hand tangled in the tanned girl's hair, her palm placed nicely on the girl's back. The writer moved carefully not to wake the girl in her arms to have a better look at her face.
Spencer smiled.
You have an ability to look good at any time. Do you know that?
While the writer was admiring the beauty of the dark brown eyes girl, her phone suddenly made a message sound and woke Emily up. Spencer immediately shut her eyes, pretended to be asleep while the other girl was stirring.
Emily opened her eyes and saw the writer was embracing her and their nose was inches from touching. Moved a little, the dark brown eyes girl took her time to look at Spencer.
"You're cute when you sleep."
The coffee shop owner spoke nonchalantly, smiling.
"I am?" Spencer smirked, still closing her eyes.
Emily's eyes widened, a light blush crossed her face. Okay, she should stop giving this teasing writer compliments. The tanned girl instantly pulled away, embarrassed for letting Spencer heard that in a "not so far" distance. She stormed out of the room while Spencer laughter lingering in the background.
"What? C'mon, I just want a confirmation."
The writer followed Emily to the kitchen and saw the girl was reading something.
"What's that?"
"Veronica and Melissa left this for us." The tanned girl replied.
"Dear Spencer and Emily,
We had a really good time at your place and we want to have more. Unfortunately, I have an important case coming up and Melissa will go to help me. I hope we can spend more time like this together again. I'm sorry, I'll make up for you girls later. Love you.
Welcome to the family Emily. I'm glad you chose my daughter.
Love, Veronica.
P/s: Hey girls, it's Melissa. It's weird but I have to say I enjoyed having you girls in this two days. I thought it was going to be hell. But guess what? It didn't. Can't wait to see you again.
Hope you like the photo I took this morning. It's in my iPad. *wink*
Love, Melissa."
The girls narrowed their eyes, looked at each other questionable.
"What photo she's talking about?" Emily asked.
Spencer looked over the kitchen and caught the iPad her sister had left behind. Waiting for Emily to come next to her, the writer opened Melissa's iPad. On the screen was Emily and Spencer was sleeping in their room this morning, hugging each other. The photo was took before Spencer woke up thirty minutes. There was a small caption below the photo.
"Your happy ending has arrived, Spencer. Don't let her go."
AN: Tell me what you think?