AN: Hi there! Sorry for the waiting. After watching the PLL 514, my Emison heart had a big fight with my Spemily heart and my brain stopped working due to the fight. No one won. Just a loser who is me. Shipping is so hard. *tear*
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Me reading reviews: Aww, you guys! Stop it! No, I'm kidding. Don't stop.
Okay, okay. I feel guilty already. To be honest, this chapter contents two similar scenes which also are kinda out of characters. And yeah, "kinda" is an understatement. It might annoy you guys a little or more. The scenes were beautiful in my head but when I wrote them down... Well, not so good.
I'm sorry for those scenes, for my grammars, my misspelling, my late update. Okay, I said sorry a lot. Sorry about that too. Wait, did I just... Never mind.
And sabooian, thank you for pointing out my mistakes. You were right. It's a whole different meaning. I'm glad you enjoyed my story so far! :)
Thank all of you guys for your supporting. There's no me without you. Thank you.
You love Spemily and I love you.
Pretty Little Liars is not mine. If it's mine, you'll now. (Full of Spemily of course)
After Spencer had hired some people to help Emily work at "Be my forever", things changed a lot. Emily didn't have to wake up early every morning and come home late every night anymore. Our coffee shop owner just had to pass by her dream place when she wanted to. That meant the dark brown eyes girl stayed at home most of her time.
Having more free time, being able to figure out how to make dream come true and still earning money from the coffee shop did make the tanned girl happy. Like really happy. But surprisingly, there was another person who was happier than her. Spencer Hastings. Okay it wasn't that surprised. Since Emily didn't have to leave the house, Spencer had more opportunities to spend her time with her new favorite person. Yeah, she labeled Emily as her "favorite person". They actually got a long really well. Sometimes, our writer even drove Emily to "Be my forever" to check the shop. The light brown eyes girl was glad that they could call each other friends now. Friends was good. Being friends was good. But in Spencer zone out time, she lately had vision of her being something not likely friend with the coffee shop owner. Something that she could hold Emily's hand, could look lovingly into Emily's eyes, could stare at Emily's lips without being called weird. Yes, something like that.
On the other hand, the coffee shop owner was clueless. She was so into making her dream reachable to notice any change of the writer. Oh, let's me remind you. Her dream was becoming a writer, just like Spencer. Owning a coffee shop was sure her dream but being a writer was more a desire. It was in her blood. If it wasn't because of her indigent family, she would become a famous writer before open her own coffee shop. That was her plan though. But it was okay to change that plan a little. She was free now. She could write. She could try. And she did. But you know, writing was not that easy. She didn't like any piece she had written. She was hopeless.
It was a middle day in their second month. A busy day for Spencer since she had lots of interviews and hadn't come home yet. A hopeless day for our coffee shop owner since she had nothing to writer after hours. Emily gave up. Just for a moment though. The girl decided to turn on the TV. Bad idea. She switched channels like crazy and there was still nothing to watch. Suddenly, she stopped, her eyes widened, her mouth dropped, her heart skipped a beat. The scene in front of her eyes captured her breath. On the screen was Ellen's show. Her guest that day was nobody different but the famous actress Alison. Yes, Alison in Alison DiLaurentis. She was back. The one who had left her was back. The tanned girl tended to throw the remote at the screen but soon realized that was a stupid idea. She then managed to turn it off but she paused when she heard Ellen asked the light blonde girl.
"Welcome back Alison! How do you feel? You know, you left when you were nobody and then you returned with honors and riches."
It feels great but I still have so much more to learn. It's been years but I'm considered myself as an amateur. Acting is something that takes your lifetime to improve.
"Okay. Since you're back now, what's your future plan? I heard many directors have asked you to join their movies."
Yeah, I have quite a lot of plans now but my most important plan is looking for a person.
"Interesting! What is that person like? Tell me the details."
Well, the only one that loved me more than anyone else did. The only one that could make me return the feeling.
"That person sounds amazing. Why do you have to look for them?"
I lost her. I let her go once. But this time I'm gonna get her back. Forever.
Spencer had returned from her exhausted interviews. It took her whole day outside and hadn't talked to her favorite person for twelve hours. Knowing she was about to meet Emily, the writer smiled. She had so much to talk to Emily about her day, her fans, her projects. It would be a fun night.
The light brown eyes girl walked in her living room just to be stopped by a sound. A sound that was beautiful. A sound that had a hint of sadness. A sound that had left this house for five years. A sound that came from a piano. Someone was playing that piano in her living room. Spencer moved as side to hide herself in a corner while looking to where the piano was to find the piano player.
It was Emily.
The dark brown eyes girl had never mentioned she knew how to play the piano and here she was playing like there was no tomorrow. Spencer was amazed and felt pity at the same time. Sure Emily's playing skill was incredible. Her eyes closed. Her fingers flying over the frets. The music was wonderful. But there was this misery after every note she made. The sorrow was so visible that you could tell her soul was smashing.
Admiring from afar, our writer of course didn't want to interrupt the tanned girl. She tried to breathe slowly and softly that Emily wouldn't notice her presence in this room. Her calm breath last for a moment before Emily raised her voice and the light brown eyes girl couldn't function how to breathe anymore. The coffee shop owner didn't raised her voice to talk. She raised her angelic voice to sing a song. A song that the lyrics had carved into her heart years ago. A song that she had played on repeat multiple times when she was alone in her coffee shop. A song that Spencer had heard the day they met.
It was "The day you went away".
"…
I remember
Date and time
September twenty second Sunday twenty five after nine.
In the door way
With your case
No longer shouting at each other. There were tears on our faces.
And we were letting go of something special
Something we'll never have again
I know…"
Spencer suddenly had her answer. The answer for a question that she had asked Hanna. She thought Emily was optimistic. She thought Emily was fine after all incidents had happened. She thought Emily's heart had no flaw. She was wrong. Spencer Hasting had never been more wrong in her life. Nobody could be fine after being betrayed. Nobody could be fine after being left. They would break down so hard that they had to crawl on their knees. They would be dying every day. The writer knew that. She had been through that. She too was dying that time when Wren showed her pieces of his mind. Let's say people had their own way of dying. Some cried. Some screamed. Some hated. And for Emily, her way of dying was… smiling. She was dying every day, her heart withered day by day but her smile kept glowing. It was so shine that it blurred the pain in her eyes, faded the tears on her cheeks and warmed the hearts of people around her. Hanna was right. The coffee shop owner hid it so well. Nobody could see it. Even Spencer couldn't see it. But she saw it now. And she was going to fix it. She was going to fix her friend. She was going fix her favorite person.
The music stopped in the middle of the song, left the living room back to silent like usual. Spencer watched curiously as Emily stood up, looked around the room and headed to a corner. The corner where two walls met. The corner that had no chair or table or anything. The poor girl sat down to that corner, crawled herself as much as possible to fill any space left between her and the walls. Her lips was trembling, her left hand hugged her knees while the other clenching hard at her chest. She bit her lips as if to stop the tears from coming down. Failed. Tears started to cover her face like she was sitting under a rain. No matter how hard she tried to grab her heart, it still ached every beat it made. It so hurt that she couldn't breathe normally and had to rest her forehead on her knees. Our poor Emily stayed like this for a minute before she felt arms wrapped her shoulders. The crying girl looked up, her voice unsteady.
"Spe… Spenc… Spencer… cer? Wh… Wha… What ar…"
Spencer immediately put her hand on Emily's cheek, pulled the girl closer and let her head rest on Spencer's chest. The writer whisper softly in a rush, didn't want Emily to speak.
"Shhhh. It's okay. You don't have to say anything. It's okay now. I'm here. It's okay."
Confused a little but Emily managed to relax into the light brown eyes girl's hug after a moment. The tanned girl cried bitterly. She grabbed Spencer's hand which was using to carry her cheek while fixing her position to lean fully to the writer's body. She was now practically laying in Spencer's arms.
They remained that pose for like an hour. As Emily was crying, our writer was lost. A single tear fell from her eyes. She had never imagined that one day she could cry for someone's pain, that she could cry for Emily's pain. Though she didn't know for sure why Emily was miserable right now but she still could feel every inch on the girl body was aching. Every sniff the dark brown eyes girl made cut through Spencer's determination of not to cry harder. She couldn't let Emily know she was crying because of her. Not now. Not when she hadn't figured out her feeling for Emily yet. Not when she hadn't figured out Emily's feeling for her yet. Yes, not now. She raised one hand which was covering the coffee shop owner's shoulder to wiped away tears on her face. The moment her hand left Emily's shoulder, the grip of the tanned girl on her other hand got tighter as if she was afraid that Spencer would let her go. And that was the reason our writer couldn't help herself, she settled to place a gentle kiss on the dark brown eyes girl's forehead. The kiss remained there for a good ten seconds. Nobody counted. Well, nobody was in the mood to count. But I'm sure the mood absolutely changed after that kiss because Emily had stopped crying and loosened her grip on Spencer's hand. The dark brown eyes girl's breath came back to its normal rhythm as Spencer put her chin on her head.
Twenty minutes had passed and Emily realized she laid there for too long. She laid in Spencer's arms for too long. The coffee shop owner finally sat back, leaned her head against the wall and murmured, her voice sounded hoarse because of the weeping.
"I'm sorry I wetted your shirt."
"Don't worry, it's washable. I'll ask you to wash it up later." The writer joked, trying to lighten up the poor girl.
The tanned girl faked an angry glare at the light brown eyes girl in a brief moment then chuckled. Her eyes flicked back to the floor. She didn't space out though. She just wanted to sit there like a statue. A statue that wouldn't think, wouldn't feel and wouldn't hurt.
"You're dying." Spencer spoke again, her voice got heavier than in the previous sentence.
Spencer was right. She wasn't mad. She wasn't sad. She wasn't miserable. She was dying. She was dying little by little inside every day and it was covered perfectly by her optimism side. The writer was the first person besides Hanna that could see through her like this. Her mind agreed with the light brown eyes girl but she stayed quiet. She stayed like that until a palm pressed against her cheek and raised her head a bit to let her look directly at those beautiful light brown eyes. The owner of that palm whispered softly, her eyes full of concerns.
"Emily, can you please tell me what happened?"
The dark brown eyes girl didn't know if it was Spencer's plan or not but looking into those eyes was a little hard to say the "N" word. And yes, like usual, "a little" was an understatement.
"She's back."
"Who?"
"The last person I want to meet even if it's the end of the world."
Emily gestured for Spencer to sit back next to her and settled to start her story.
"When I was in high school, I met this girl. She was the most beautiful girl I've ever witnessed. Though she has a really mean side, she gave me the courage to term with my sexuality and I was completely in love with her. We started dating after six months of being friends. We were our school's sweetheart and they believed that we would last forever." Emily paused, smiling with the good memories. "I loved her so much that I think Hanna got jealous sometimes." The girl chuckled, inhaled deeply to continue. "While we were together, she made a plan to lead us to a new life. She decided that our new life would be started in Paris. Though I love my coffee shop but I loved her more. I loved her more than anything. I would leave this place if she wanted to. We collected every coin from our jobs and put it in a jar to save until we had enough money to go. You know, my life wasn't perfect because the lack of money but I'm sure I was happy back then. It was weird that you had nothing but you always got the feeling that you have everything." She smiled, again. "And it hurts. It hurts when everything you thought you had had taken away."
Emily looked at the ceiling. It wasn't because there was something interesting there. She just wanted to hold her tears back. That pain was going to be back again and she had to conceal it. During the conversation, she had never looked at Spencer. The concerns in those eyes might make her cry again. The dark brown eyes girl closed her eyes, continued her talk.
"We were so close to get it, to start a new life in a new place. That day, I came home with the biggest joy I've had in my life. I finally earned the rest of the money we needed. As I walked in, I saw her holding that jar with her suit case and was about to leave." The girl breathed out, her eyes fixed on the floor. "Turn out, she had a new plan, a plan that I wasn't included. She took everything we had to afford her acting class in Paris, to prepare her future career. And of course that wasn't enough. She needed more. She gave my coffee shop as security for the loan and my name as a person who would pay everything for her. I knew she loved acting and we could figure something out. We didn't have to do that. I begged her to stay. I begged her. We didn't have to do that. She didn't have to do that."
Emily had more to say but she had to stop. Tears rolled down her cheeks again. It gave the light brown eyes girl the urge to pull the weeping girl into an embrace. She let Emily's chin rest on her shoulder. She wanted to wash away any pain that her favorite person was feeling. Any pain. She felt sorry for the girl. She felt pity for the girl. She felt one more thing. A feeling that she couldn't identify yet but she remembered how it started. It began right the moment Emily had settled to talk about the girl she was in love with. The feeling was weird though. Like she was curious and wanted to know more about that person but at the same time she didn't want to hear anything related to that girl. Like she wanted Emily to talk about her but Emily had to be angry and hated that girl while she was telling. Like she didn't want Emily to tell any good thing about her. Like she wanted to make sure Emily didn't love that girl anymore. Like she wanted Emily to be happy. With her.
Everything was a blur until a light popped up in her head.
Jealousy.
That was it. She was jealous with the mysterious girl the whole time. She wanted the love that the girl had received. She wanted the love from the person whom the girl had received. She wanted the love from Emily. The truth was shining like a star on the night sky.
Am I in love with Emily?
"Thank you, Spencer."
Emily's voice cut Spencer's question. Her heart still hadn't answered that question for her brain.
"I didn't do anything." The writer replied, still half – minded at the situation.
"No, you did. A lot."
"I…"
"You wrote those books. They gave me hope, belief, life. They made me try to believe that there are still loves out there. True love. You don't know this but your books occupied my mind for months and lent me more time so I didn't do anything stupid. Thank you, for writing those books, for saving me."
After finished her reasons, the tanned girl pulled back to look at the writer's eyes, smiling.
"Thank you, for staying here with me."
The girl then leaned in closer, pressed a long kiss on Spencer's cheek. Their second kiss. Real kiss.
The heart finally replied.
I am in love with Emily.
It was over nine pm a little and our couple was sitting in the kitchen. After being comforted by the writer, Emily was back to her usual self. You know, optimistic and other stuffs. But yeah, mostly optimistic. This time she didn't fake it though. She felt so much better from the time she saw Alison on the screen. Spencer absolutely nailed it tonight. The tanned girl knew Spencer wasn't a person she was showing but the cocky writer being sweet and caring was unexpected. And that kiss. That kiss was unpredictable. In a good way. Emily remembered that moment, when the writer's arm suddenly left her side. She thought the light brown eyes girl was going to pull away. She thought Spencer was going to pull her away. She couldn't let it happen. She needed someone to lean on at that moment. She was so miserable to even care the other girl might think she was clingy. Her grip on Spencer's hand had gotten tighter immediately with the thought. She didn't want Spencer to let go. And Spencer didn't let her go. Instead, the writer gently kissed her forehead as a reassurance, a guarantee. The moment those lips touched her skin, she felt relax instantly. It was like the kiss had shut her pain down, turned off her ache, covered her heart. She felt save. She felt no one could hurt her again. Not when she was still in the light brown eyes girl's arms. She wanted to keep that pose longer. Forever. To feel save forever. But those were Spencer's arms. Had she wanted to be in Spencer's arms? Yes. Had she wanted not to be in Spencer's arms? Also a yes. She wanted to feel save but she wanted it to last forever. She herself knew too well that this was just for months and growing any kind of feeling might hurt her bad when the final day come. Spencer was just being nice or the writer just felt bad for her. There was no way the older girl would return whatever the complicated feeling she had been experiencing. No way. No freaking way.
"So, what's the girl name?" Spencer asked, broke the long silent which had occupied the room.
"Who?" Emily innocently spoke, absentminded at the question.
"The girl you were talking about earlier. You haven't told me her name yet."
"Oh, right. Ali, I mean Alison. Ali is her intimate name. Why?"
"Nothing, just curious. But if it makes you feel any better, that name will be perfect for a villain in my next book." The writer replied playfully, smiling.
The coffee shop owner chuckled, looked softly into the older girl's eyes, a weak smile crept onto her face.
They shared that kind of comfortable silence for a while until Spencer's eyebrows furrowed, she spoke loudly.
"WAIT!"
"What?"
"Alison. Acting class. Paris. Back…"
Another long silence took the room, Emily waited patiently for the writer to continue. She knew what kind of information the light brown eyes girl was processing. The writer finally settled to finish her sentence. Well, not quite a finish though.
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes, Spencer. I was talking about that Alison. The famous actress who has just returned from Paris."
"No."
The dark brown eyes girl laughed. That look on Spencer's face was so funny. It was like she discovered Emily had two heads or something. The coffee shop owner responded to make sure that information could get through the sudden "feeling stupid" Spencer.
"Again. Yes. My ex is the famous actress. Let's say that my fortune has brought me to counter with many famous people. You know. Spencer Hastings – a famous writer, Hanna Marin – a famous fashion designer, Aria Montgomery – a famous photographer. And here I am – nobody."
Emily laughed again. She just found out that interesting fact about herself. She did have so many chances to meet and be friend with those well – known persons. She was happy though. She didn't even think anything near the "I'm a loser". She satisfied with everything she had because so far, she hadn't done things that could make her regret. Besides, they were all amazing. Okay most of them were amazing if you left the actress out. They treated her well. Really well. Especially Hanna and Aria, they were like a part of her now. Like a family. And Spencer, she was also… something to her. But she didn't figured it out yet. Or maybe she didn't want it to figure out. Or maybe there was nothing to figure out. Yes, maybe that.
"You are not nobody. You're somebody, Emily. Somebody important."
Emily was snapped back to the conversation. Realizing she was thinking of irrelevant things, the tanned girl took her time to regain her gesture. Narrowed her eyes to process her thought, the coffee shop owner finally responded in a sarcastic tone, smiling sweetly.
"Oh, yeah. Thanks for reminding me. I'm Emily Hastings – the wife of Spencer Hastings. Yupe, really important."
"Emily!" Spencer scolded, looking directly in the girl eyes, raised her voice. "You don't have to be anyone or anyone's to be important. You're important. To your friends, your family. To yourself."
To me.
The serious look in the older girl's eyes made Emily nervous. She just said it in a fun way. She didn't mean that she was something less than her friends. Although she actually was something less than them, it didn't bother her.
"I'm sorry. I was just joking." The tanned girl whispered an apology, avoiding eyes contact. She didn't tend to make the light brown eyes girl mad.
"Emily, look at me." The writer reached out her hand across the table to find Emily's, squeezed it, waiting for the girl to look at her. "Never joke anything like that. Never let yourself in the slightest moment think that you're less than anyone else. Never. You're perfect to those who matter. Believe me. You're perfect."
The dark brown eyes girl was speechless. Spencer just gave her a compliment. Without any alcohol and didn't relate to her coffee. That compliment was for her. She couldn't help it. Her smile was half way to appear on her lips and was on the way to reach her eyes. She smiled.
The girl was smiling. A beautiful one. Just as beautiful as the one on the Seine River. It made Spencer smiled in return. The writer was still squeezing Emily's hand. The writer was still giving Emily that loving look. For too long. The tension was thickened in the air a somehow the kitchen seemed to get hotter even though there was no one was cooking. Spencer realized that she might set herself on fire if she received Emily's look any longer. The older girl settled to take her hand back while speaking so it wouldn't look like she rejecting the younger girl or feeling weird.
"You know what? We should join the bar tonight."
"What? Why?" Confused, the tanned girl asked immediately.
"Why not?"
"Well, I don't know. Maybe it's eleven and you have a big event tomorrow. Besides, I have seen you with alcohol once. It was fun though. And cute. And… wait, what I'm trying to say is that event is important. You shouldn't risk anything to ruin it." Emily reasoned, she actually concerned about the writer's morning. Spencer seemed to have a lot of events lately.
"C'mon, it'll be fun. I won't drink, I promise. I know a bar which has a magnificent view to our city. It's been a long time since the last time I went out at night. Don't count the time in Paris. It's honeymoon time. Plus, you're gonna love it, my crew said that their theme tonight is Paris and if you're lucky enough, you'll have a chance to hear me sing." Spencer smirked, trying her best to talk the dark brown eyes girl to join her. Letting the girl back to her room was something Spencer was afraid of. Emily's mind would wonder back to the past and she might cry again. But this time, in silent. She wouldn't let her favorite person weep again. She wouldn't let her favorite person be dying again. She wouldn't let her favorite person hurt again. She had to prevent that from happening.
Spencer nailed it, for the second time of tonight. Having an opportunity to hear Spencer sing had never been in Emily's wish list. But now hearing the offer from the writer did make her feel excited. She knew chance like this only happened once in her lifetime. She had to take it. Moreover, the light brown eyes girl had promised that she wouldn't drink. Maybe the night would actually be fun. Yes, maybe.
"Let me get my purse."
The bar Spencer had talked about located in the highest floor of center tower in the city. She was right. The view was breathtaking. Their city looked more peaceful in the night with all the lights mixed from houses, cars and streets but still brought that feeling of the most modern place in town. Besides, the bar's theme tonight was Paris so when you was on a high like this and drown yourself in some French songs which were playing smoothly in the background, in a moment, you might think you was on top of the Eiffel Tower.
As she had promised, the writer just ordered her a soft drink. She could just have some water but drinking water in a bar seemed… weak. On the other hand, Emily got herself a "Zombie". Well, she was in one of the best bar in the city, let's get a little… fun for the night. The coffee shop owner chose this because of its name, it reminded her of the "walking dead Spencer" when they was in Paris and, of course, the tiny little fear of our incredible writer. The bartender had warned her that she might look exactly like the name of that drink tomorrow but she couldn't care less. This was her wasted night, her let it go night. Plus, not like the light brown eyes girl, she didn't have to wake up next morning for her job. It was settled that way then.
Their table was the one near the glasses which gave them full access to the majestic sight out there. Spencer had asked Toby to get the best seats while Emily taking her purse. It was worth it though. The tanned girl's eyes had never left the scene, her lips curled into a coy smile. And while Emily was admiring the beautiful view, there was a person who was admiring the beauty of her favorite person. They barely talked a word until their orders arrived. As the dark brown eyes girl took her first sip, Spencer broke the silent.
"How was it?"
"Well, let's say I'm gonna be a zombie tomorrow." The girl looked up, smirking. "Brace yourself, Spencer. Your brain will be my breakfast."
The light brown eyes girl laughed, Emily's mood seemed to get better, she even started teasing Spencer without the writer being the one begun their war like usual. Spencer was hiding her grin behind her laugh. Just a couple hours before, Emily was drown in tears and sorrow and the memories about Alison. But now here she was, smiling, teasing and relaxing. Moreover, the writer knew the reason of that "Zombie" choice. She remembered she had been practically one of them when the coffee shop owner gave her a chocolate bar in Paris. She remembered the time Emily had discovered her fear of zombies and the girl had been a really good cuddle buddy till the next morning. She remembered that. All of that. And luckily, Emily obviously remembered that too. They was her memories now. New one. The light brown eyes girl called them "the memories about Spencer". She just wanted to assume that the coffee shop owner had memories about her already. That way, she could have a chance to beat that Alison. A chance to have Emily's love.
"Would you just take my heart instead of my brain?" Spencer replied after a long moment, she was smiling but her voice showed serious emotion.
"Sorry, Spencer. Zombies like brains. They're not interested in your heart." The tanned girl responded, absolutely was in the dark about tones of information the writer was hinting in that clause.
"Then I'll have to use the other way." Standing up, looked down at Emily once more, the older girl still kept that smile and headed on the stage, leaving the clueless girl sitting still at her spot.
Our writer whispered something to the band and grabbed the mic. The whole bar's attention drew back at the stage when they heard the band getting ready. Some recognized her and some didn't. But rumor ran through the place in a blink and now everyone's eyes fixed on her. It didn't make Spencer nervous though, all of her attention had spent on a certain brunette who was looking lost at the moment.
"Hi, I'm Spencer. This is a promise I made to bring a gorgeous lady here tonight." The light brown eyes girl inhaled and exhaled deeply, continued. "Emily, I gave you my words so here is it, this song is for you."
The bar didn't cheer or yell or anything near that. They was curious. What was a famous writer sound like? Was it as beautiful as her words in the books or was it just a romantic gesture she was trying to do? Where was that Emily sitting? What was she look like? No offence but yeah, a bar at this late of course had a slightly chance of having books lovers as customers. Well, at this point, loving books wasn't a prior factor, after all, they just wanted to hear her voice.
So she gave them what they wanted. The music started. The light brown eyes girl closed her eyes.
"…
Hiding from the rain and snow
Trying to forget but I won't let go
Looking to the crowed street
Listening to my own heart beat."
New discovery, never underestimated anyone just because their job had nothing related to their strengths. The moment she raised her voice, the whole bar held their breaths. Her tone fitted perfectly to the mood in the song. "Take me to your heart" had never sounded more real, more emotional and more… alive than this night.
Spencer opened her eyes, looking directly at her favorite person.
"…
So many people, all around the world
Tell me where do I find someone like you girl."
Emily's face reddening as a genuine smile curled at the writer's lips.
"Take me to your heart
Take me to your soul
Give me your hand before I'm old
Show me what love is
Haven't got a clue
Show me that wonders can be true.
…"
The clueless girl was now more… clueless. Sure the moment Spencer started to sing Emily had been amazed more than anyone in this bar. She didn't think God loved the light brown eyes girl that much. Her voice though sometimes in her opinion sounded harsh and… sexy, okay weird mix but anyway, it was like a beautiful voice to sing a romantic song. And the way she was in too deep in each word gave the coffee shop owner the feeling of someone was singing from their heart. The feeling didn't last long though. When she realized the meaning of this song had somehow related to what Spencer had said earlier, she started to understand the lyrics from the time the light brown eyes girl locked eyes with her. Then she noticed it. It was like Spencer was speaking to her through the song, like Spencer told her that she was the one, like Spencer wanted her to take Spencer to her heart. She matched those pieces together with the writer's two last sentences before she got on stage.
If she didn't take Spencer's heart, then she should take Spencer to her own heart.
Was it possible that the light brown eyes girl could say those things to her? Was it possible that the light brown eyes girl wanted her heart?
She didn't know. She completely had no idea how to answer those questions. She just knew that the more words left Spencer's lips, the more her heart wanted to dance. Her heart shouldn't dance while she still didn't figure out the situation. She even didn't figure out her feeling. She shouldn't feel this joy. Yes, her heart shouldn't dance, her face shouldn't blush. She should avoid eyes contact with the girl on stage. She did. And as a consequence, the drink in front of her seemed like a legit object to hide her awkwardness. She took a sip. And a sip. Another one. A few more. She reached the glass's bottom. No worried, ordered once more. And the process continued.
Continued.
The bartender was right, that drink absolutely could turn someone into a real zombie. And for a person who took… several shots of this dangerous drink in a couple short moments, Emily was sure had handled it really… well. She just completely passed out right before the writer could reach their table.
The drive was really, really quiet. Of course, Spencer wouldn't talk to an "unconscious Emily" next to her or to herself. Either way, that would be pretty crazy. The light brown eyes girl let out a sigh while turning her car through the gate. She wasn't so sure about the reason behind the coffee shop owner's sudden over - drinking decision. The song she had sung was perfect though. It was perfect for her to say those words without actually saying them. She wanted to tell Emily that and also to see her reaction. That would be good for her next move since she had to find out if by any chance, the tanned girl could have mutual feeling for her. And the result was, well, Emily obviously had some feelings… for that drink. The dark brown eyes girl drank it like water and before she could interrupt, her favorite person was drown.
They were now in Emily's bedroom. Somehow, Spencer managed to bring the drunken girl up here and totally nailed it. The third time of tonight. The writer covered Emily under the blanket and whispered a goodnight to her. She turned to leave but eventually came back. Hesitating, Spencer gently brushed her fingers through Emily's hair, leaning down and added a soft kiss on the girl's forehead. She smelled like zombie. Not a zombie, the "Zombie".
Standing up, the brunet gave Emily another look then started to walk out. A hand grabbed her wrist stopped her step.
"You."
Spencer hitched, the coffee shop owner's voice sounded so… intoxicating when she was drunk. Slowly, our writer turned her back to face her favorite person.
"Yes, Emily?"
"You're a fucking liar." Emily spoke, smiling, crawled deeper into her pillow as if it was the one she was talking to.
"What? Why? What did I lie?"
Curious and anxious were a mix feelings of the light brown eyes girl at that moment. She had no idea what was Emily talking about but apparently, she just accused her for lying something.
"You are…"
The tanned girl replied but left the sentence unfinished. Her eyes closed, her hand dropped Spencer's hold. The girl instantly drifting back to her unconsciousness state, leaving a now "more anxious than ever" Spencer.
"What, Emily? I am what? Damn it wake up!" The writer pushed the girl's shoulder slightly in hope to find out the truth. "Emily! Sweetie! C'mon, tell me what I did so I can fix it. Emily!"
As Spencer was sighing, about to give up, the dark brown eyes girl sat up unexpectedly.
"SURPRISEEEEEE."
The tanned girl's arms wrapped around our writer's neck whilst she hiding her face in Spencer's shoulder for laughing so hard. Her laugh echoed in the room and for a moment, the brunet thought Emily wasn't drunk and just pretended to be one so she could tease Spencer. But soon enough, she realized she was wrong because Emily was now looking at her like she was a little puppy that stared at her with puppy's eyes. Her laugh still didn't die down when she tried to speak again, pouting.
"Hahaha… Awww. You little cutie pie. Were you surprised? Yes you were. Yes you were." The drunken girl swung her legs under the bed while trying to pinch the now "grumpy Spencer"'s cheeks. Her smile reached her eyes and she looked totally like an adorable kid.
The light brown eyes girl couldn't help but let out a chuckle, her anxious was gone like years ago. They said smiling was the best medicine that one could have. But they didn't know that seeing a smile like this could even be better than the best medicine. Especially it was from the one you love. Spencer knew it now. She was completely in love with the girl in front of her. And she knew even if it wasn't because of her beauty, she would still be fall in love with this girl by her personality. What would be happier than spending your life with the one who would always try to see good in people? What would be happier than spending your life with the one who could bring a smile on your lips every day? What would be happier than spending your life with the one who still cared and comforted you after you had always been teasing that person? For Spencer, with Emily, everything seemed to be better, happier. Forever.
"Wait."
"What?"
"Was that tree always there?" Emily questioned, pointing out the window, her face looked dead serious.
"Ooooookay. You should get some sleep now. C'mon." Our writer grinned, settled to put Emily back down to her pillow. "Good girl."
Spencer pulled the blanket up to the drunken girl's chest again.
"Now relax."
Emily relaxed.
"Close your eyes."
Emily closed her eyes.
"Good. Now sleep. Goodnight, Emily."
Eyes closed, sleepy voice, Emily murmured.
"You are not a bad person."
"I…"
"Don't lie."
"…"
"I think I…"
…have a crush on you.
Emily left her sentence unfinished. Again. This time, for real. The journey to her dreamland had started and Spencer didn't want to get her answer anymore. She thought she had it already.
"Me too."
AN: Tell me what you think?
In case you couldn't tell which scenes I was talking about, those are the singing scenes.
Fun fact: The "Zombie" is real. And no, I haven't tasted it yet. I googled it. :)