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Okay, okay, I admit it. I'm a terrible person. I was too busy to update. Hate me if you want. I can handle it. I can. *tear*
So I'm gonna make this quick.
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Everybody has a name. You have one. I have one. It was just the rearrangement of a bunch letters from the alphabet. At first, they were made to address people, to identify someone, to easily catch their attention in a big crowd or something like that. It sounded a lot like the numbers they gave for inmates in prison. Nothing so special about it. But day by day, you got to know the person. You talked with them, you laughed with them, you cried with them. A name wasn't just a name anymore. Anytime you hear it, even just from some strangers' lips or someone who accidentally had the same name, it reminded you of that person. All the memories that attached to that name suddenly started to haunt your mind though you thought you had forgotten some or every piece of it. That was what was really interesting about names. They didn't have enough power to physically put a smile on your lips, to make tears roll down from your eyes but they sure had more power to control your heart.
If a name had the ability to do that, then the name Alison DiLaurentis must be the most powerful name on this planet. Well, at least it seemed like that to Emily. It was really weird that when you believed you let it all go, you had moved on, you had a new life, your heart still wanted to mess with your brain when it had chances. And Emily's heart probably was the most teasing heart ever. It skipped a beat. Maybe a few beats. It made the coffee shop owner hardly breathed normally. It was like there was something was put on her chest. It getting heavier each microsecond. There was nothing she could do to stop it. She just had to pretend to be normal. Yes, she tried to act normal. But that wasn't easy because the door just opened and revealed a familiar blonde whom the tanned girl wished she never had to encounter again in her life. Or even in her after life.
Alison stepped in the room, looking more gorgeous than ever. After five years being alone and working hard in a strange city that not even located in her own country, the girl had grown up. A lot. She now had that matureness in her appearance, that extremely calmness on her face to hide any emotion and of course, that confidence in her eyes. Alison was always confident about herself. Always. But the confidence now occupied her eyes was something different. It didn't spell "mean girl" anymore. The "mean girl"'s eyes belonged to someone in the past. Someone who was mean and intelligent. The Alison in this room now wasn't that someone. She had changed. You could tell she was way more intelligent but you couldn't tell if she was meaner or not. You couldn't. That calmness on her face did a really good job. Besides those changes, you didn't know anything about this girl. She could be harmless. Or she could also be dangerous. More dangerous.
Apparently, the icy blue eyes girl caught everyone in this room's attention. Not the kind of attention the other candidates received. The kind that they had hopes in this girl. More than anyone else. She hadn't had to act yet but I'm pretty sure half of the crew had already chosen her. That was understandable though. She had all the ideals they were looking for. She was new but also famous. She was young but also talented. And passionate, no, she hadn't showed it yet. They had to wait for that. For her acting. And she acted.
The scene they gave her was also the scene they gave others. Every candidate had to show their strengths through the same scene. It would be easier for the crew to compare each one and found their perfect cast. This scene was a climax in the script. This was where two ex – lovers seeing each other after years. The girl had to beg for forgiveness from the love of her life.
Alison started her role.
There was tears in her eyes. You could see both hope and the afraid of rejection on her face. Her hand clenched her chest, her voice sounded broken. The lines had never been so real in this moment.
"Nobody loved me as much as you did. I can still fix it. Please!"
And Alison nailed it.
Of course she nailed it. She didn't act. Everyone thought she was acting but she wasn't. She was telling the truth. She was telling the truth to Emily. Though all the important judges sat on the seats in front of her but her eyes fixed on the least important one on the seat near the edge who happened to be our lovely coffee shop owner.
It was a lucky day for Alison. She didn't expect to see the dark brown eyes girl here. She didn't expect to act in front the girl. But yes, she applied for this role because of her. Because this was the movie from Emily's favorite book. Because she was sure Emily would watch this movie. Because Emily's wife was a part of the crew. Ouch, that fact hurt her. The one who loved her the most had moved on. The one she loved the most had moved on. She didn't blame Emily though. This was totally her fault. She had made the decision that she had to pay every piece of her heart each day. Every single piece. But it didn't make Alison stop loving Emily. She had always been loving the girl. Even more each day. And she was here for Emily. Not that she wanted her back.
Okay, she wanted her back.
So badly.
But she had to check if it was worth it. She wasn't thinking about herself. Of course Emily was worth everything. But she wasn't sure taking back Emily was worth ruining the happiness the tanned girl was having. She couldn't risk Emily's happiness. Again. If Spencer was incredibly good for Emily, she would back off. Incredibly good. Otherwise, she would fight to her last breath to get back the girl. Her girl.
The performance was good. So good. All the crew had secretly picked Alison for this big role. The way she showed her emotion through her eyes appealed everyone who looked into them. It was like she had caught a spell on people in this room. They couldn't resist that stare. And they didn't. Nobody bothered to change their eyes' direction. Except Emily. The dark brown eyes girl had completely avoided eyes contact with the light blonde girl since her first line left her lips. She couldn't believe after all these years she was still afraid of those icy blue eyes. They were so strange. They were so deep. They were so beautiful.
And they were her weakness.
Well, they had been her weakness. She didn't know if they still had that effect or not. She also didn't want to know. What if they did? What if they didn't? It didn't matter. She shouldn't have these thoughts. She had a wife now. She had Spencer now. The one who loved her more than anything. The one had never hurt her. The one who could make her feel safe. Forever. She couldn't ask for more. Spencer was the best thing that had happened to her. And she herself must try to be the best for Spencer. Alison was her past. Spencer would be her now and days after.
The thoughts of being with the writer eased Emily. Her heart started to beat slower, her breath back to its normal rhythm. She wrote notes about Alison's acting down her sheet, concentrated on her work, trying to be professional.
Seemed like our coffee shop owner had found her way to control her emotion. Unfortunately, the girl sat five seats away from Emily hadn't found hers yet. While everybody was attracted by the talented actress, Spencer had a really hard time to stop any imagination in her head becoming real. You know, the kind of imagination when you disliked someone so much and you wanted them to "disappear". Yes, that kind of stuff was haunting the light brown eyes girl's head since the beginning, since she caught Alison's eyes on Emily. And with the process going, Alison didn't make it any easier for our writer. The way she looked at Emily was just like the way Spencer did. The way she spoke, apparently with Emily, just like the way Spencer did. Those tears, that broken voice, that pleading look. They were all for Emily. There was no way this girl could act that well. Okay, she could but Spencer was pretty sure the blonde didn't act. And that fact burned her chest every second. How could the actress do that in front of her? She knew for sure every single person on this planet knew about her marriage with the coffee shop owner. Alison of course knew that too. And she still did it.
Though Spencer was shifting uncomfortable in her seat, no one noticed that. All the crew was focusing on Alison while the actress obviously only paid her attention on the dark brown eyes girl. Yes, no one noticed that. Even her favorite person. She was too busy trying to do her work professionally.
After exchanging a few words, the icy blue eyes girl was allowed to leave with the promise that they would call her as soon as possible. As Alison making her way to the door, her mind decided to steal one more glance at Emily. And well, Alison's definition of "glance" was a little different from ours. Her glance could last forever if she wanted to. Those eyes kept lingering on the girl in the corner cravingly whilst the guns in Spencer's eyes were ready to shoot the "would be relationship destroyer" any minute. The writer was actually about to snap if she didn't look over at her favorite person to find that Emily gave no attempt to return Alison's look. It calmed her. A lot. Maybe she had nothing to worry about. Emily was hers now. Emily didn't love Alison now. There was hardly thing that the actress could do to ruin Emily's happiness. To ruin her happiness. Yeah, maybe that.
On the other side of the table, our coffee shop owner just received a message. It was Hanna's.
"Hey, I'm coming back from the canteen and I haven't met you since morning. I'll wait in front of the audition room, okay? Miss you and love you.
P/S: Yes, I still love you more than Spencer does. There's no way she could beat me that easily."
Reaching the last line of Hanna's message, Emily chuckled. There were so many things, so many decisions Emily had regretted for in her life but none of them had the foot of Hanna in it. The blonde was always the most supportive friend Emily could have. Even at time like this, at situation like this, she could still have the ability to make the dark brown eyes girl smile. Emily was glad. She was glad that she had let the fashion designer step into her life. Hanna was really good at brightening up her in miserable moments. Well, encountering Alison was not that miserable though. Frankly, after the thought of Spencer with her, Emily didn't feel so much scared about it. At first, she was scared that she could still be effective by the light blonde girl, that she somehow could be weak if she looked directly into those eyes again, that she could be falling into Alison's script once more time, that she could destroy her happy ending with her own hands. She was really scared she couldn't keep this chance of having a real happy ending with the one she loved. But it was all better now. The thought of Spencer eased half of her mind and Hanna's message eased the rest. Her best friend had reminded her that Spencer loved her almost as much as Hanna loved her. She didn't know how the blonde could calculate that but she still secretly thanked Hanna. In fact, she was going to hug her and tell her what had just happened in this room. And then they could…
Wait a minute.
Yes, wait. I bet Emily just figured something out. I know that "something". The coffee shop owner immediately replied Hanna's message.
"Hey, just wait in your office. Don't wait at the audition room. Just come back to your room, okay? I'll be there in a minute. Love you too."
The blonde replied instantly.
"Okay, love."
Since every important person had to stay for a while, Emily gathered her stuffs and excused herself after peaking a kiss on the writer's cheek. The girl headed to the door in a rush, trying to be at Hanna's room as fast as possible. In case you can't tell what she was thinking, I'll tell you. The tanned girl couldn't let Hanna meet Alison. Hanna was her best friend. The best of best friend. She was a part of Emily's life and always stood up for the dark brown eyes girl. If there was someone hated Emily, Hanna hated that someone too. If there was a person Emily hated, well, we all now Emily couldn't hate anyone but just assumed if there was, Hanna hated that person too. She would do anything in her power to get rid of that person in Emily's life. That was the reason why the fashion designer was the best of best friend. And also the reason why her best friend had to be scared sometimes. Emily wasn't scare of Hanna though. She was scared of what the blonde might do to that unfortunate person. A person who now named Alison. Hanna had been saying years and years that never let her meet the actress again. She more than anyone else understood how heartbroken Emily had been in the past because of Alison. If a jerk disappeared in one night just because he had insulted her then what would happen to Alison, the one who had destroyed her in the cruelest way? Emily was panic with what her mind just told her. She had to prevent the meeting between these blondes from happening. She had to.
All the way to Hanna's room had no sign of the light blonde girl. Assuming Alison had left after her audition, Emily let out a release sigh. What she had to do now was just keeping Hanna in this room long enough to make sure the actress had completely come home.
Her best friend wasn't here.
Maybe she was still on the way back. That was good though. Emily could buy some time to calm her breath. She shouldn't appear so suspicious in front of her "I know you too well" best friend. Emily started to wander around Hanna's office, taking her time to admire all the beautiful works of the blonde and her crew. She would give Hanna a compliment. This movie was going to be a masterpiece with the help of her best friend. Hanna and Spencer getting along after the contract incident was something Emily had never imagined but looked how far they could get now. They still argued about stupid thing like when Hanna came over and wanted to share bed with Emily which of course didn't have Spencer's approval. Or when the writer found out at three in the next morning that the fashion designer had secretly stole her Emily to her room in the middle of the night. Or when the light brown eyes girl took Emily back to her bed at three thirty. Okay, okay, all the arguments seemed to relate with the bed but the point is they still cared for each other. The writer introduced to her crew to use Caleb's software to planning events and Hanna helped Spencer with costumes for this movie. They cared but none of them put their prides aside to say so. They were such dorks. But yeah, they were Emily's dorks.
As the dark brown eyes girl smiling because of her dorks, the door clicked, opened. Her smile never left her lips, Emily turned back.
"Han…"
The intruder was a blonde but of course, not every blonde was Hanna. This blonde was lighter than hers. This blonde was a little taller than her. This blonde was Alison.
The actress deliberately approached the tanned girl, spoke to her for the first time in five years. Her voice was so soft.
"Emily! Can we talk?"
"NO!"
Returned of that soft voice was a really, really harsh one. It was like the person who said it roared the word out. It was like she used all of her energy to say it. It was like it wasn't Emily's voice. Oh, wait. It really wasn't Emily's. Both Emily and Alison turned their attentions to where the voice had raised to find another blonde standing there. A really, extremely, totally angry blonde.
"Hanna, I…"
The icy blue eyes girl's sentence was cut mercilessly with a slap. Hanna had slapped her so hard that you could see clearly five fingers marks on the girl's face. Maybe you could also get the fashion designer's finger prints from it. Hanna's face was puce with anger, the girl shouted.
"HOW COULD YOU?"
"Han, I…"
"DON'T! EVER! Call me that!"
As the shorter blonde was about to give Alison another slap, Emily stopped her. Our coffee shop owner yanked Hanna back but the girl kept escaping from her hold. Emily had to hug her from behind to avoid any damage her best friend could cause for the actress.
"Hanna! Stop!"
"Damn it! Let me go, Emily! I have so many things to do with this bitch. You cannot stop me. You can't."
While Hanna was successfully figuring how to get away from Emily and bad lucks were reaching Alison, Spencer stepped into the room, clueless with everything was happening.
"What's going on?"
The fashion designer pausing her escape plan, jumping, kicking, yelling from the tanned girl's arms.
"Ah ha! You're so dead, Alison. Spencer, Spencer. Catch her, stab her, tie her, slap her. Oh wait, wrong orders. But, ughhhh. Just… just… bury her. Bury her alive. Get her away from Emily. NOW!"
"Hanna!" Emily shouted powerlessly.
The light brown eyes girl flicking her eyes between the mess makers in the room, still didn't know what to do. After a moment, the coffee shop owner felt exhausted with Hanna's fight back. She knew she couldn't keep her best friend for too long and by that time, Alison would be in danger. Gathered her very last energy, panting, she spoke.
"Ali, I think you should leave." Changed her eyes' direction to the older girl, she continued. "Spencer! Can you please lead Ali out and make sure she get on her car before I let Hanna go?"
"WHAT?! NO! No, Spencer. You can't do that. I'm rooting for you. You can't let her go like that. Listen to me! Alison is a bad person. The worst of them all. She hurt your Emily. She betrayed your Emily. She left your Emily. She destroyed your Emily. Spencer! You hear me? Destroyed."
"Spencer, please!" The tanned girl implored, starting to lose her grips on Hanna.
The writer put her face in her palm, finally knew what she should do. She stepped aside to reveal the door way, looking apologetically at Hanna.
"Alison, follow me."
Locking eyes with Emily, the taller blonde gave no efforts to leave. She was still trying to communicate with Emily by the eyes language.
"Alison, this way." The light brown eyes girl spoke again, started to annoy.
"Please! Just leave!" The dark brown eyes girl begged, sensing Spencer's uncomfortable tone.
And Alison gave in. Whilst turning her heels to follow Spencer, the icy blue eyes girl looked back once last time, directly in the eyes.
"I'm sorry."
The walk to the parking lots was quite quiet. It was like each person was counting their steps. No one tried to make conversation. Everyone had their own thoughts to think. What were they thinking about?
Alison? Well, she was thinking about Emily. She was thinking about how Emily still addressed her as "Ali" but not "Alison". That tiny gesture put a smile on her lips. After all horrible things she had done, the tanned girl still instinctively called that intimated name. Maybe she was still a piece in Emily's heart. Maybe she was still something in Emily's mind. Maybe she still had a chance. A small chance. But yes, a chance was all she needed. Besides, the way Emily tried to stop Hanna from hurting her said a lot. She knew the dark brown eyes girl was always sweet and forgiving but Alison herself had to admit what she had done was ruthless and she actually would give no question if there was a day she went to hell. And yet, Emily still protected her. It didn't mean the brunette had forgiven her. It just meant that Emily was still that Emily. Emily was still that girl she loved five years ago. And if Emily hadn't changed so much, she could possibly make the girl hers once again.
She suddenly felt so confident. But it didn't last long. The sound of each step the girl next to her made crashed her confidence. It reminded her Emily had Spencer now. No, getting a married girl back was not what the actress worried about. She believed she had a strong ability to steal Emily. She was worried about Spencer. Apparently, she shouldn't underestimate the writer. Not that Spencer was great. Not that Spencer was rich. Not that Spencer was romantic. Not that Spencer loved Emily. Not at all. The icy blue eyes girl knew too well she had all of that. She even thought she loved the dark brown eyes girl more than Spencer did. She got everything. There was just one little thing she couldn't get.
Hanna's approval.
It scared her. A lot. Hanna was like Emily's guardian. If she wanted to touch a hair on Emily's head, she would have to pass Hanna's exam. Emily never knew about that scary side of Hanna. Never. She just knew Hanna was a little overprotective sometimes. And well, like every "a little" in the girls' life, a little was an understatement. Conversely, Alison knew too well that side of the fashion designer. They had secretly had so many big fights in the past behind Emily's back since they had started dating. Alison knew that getting Hanna's approval was like winning an Oscar. It was difficult. It was hard. It was impossible. And yet, Spencer got it. The way Hanna yelling Spencer to get her away from the tanned girl showed how much the shorter blonde trusted the writer. It seemed like she had finally pulled some responsibilities of protecting her best friend for Spencer. For Alison's knowledge, Spencer had already won the "Oscar" the actress had fought for years in the past just in several months. Just couple hours ago she told herself that if Spencer was incredibly incredible, she would back off, she would let Emily have the happiness she deserved. But now she wasn't so sure about that. Yes, Spencer was incredibly incredible. Yes, Spencer was Emily's happiness. Yes and yes and so much yes. But that only raged the jealousy in Alison on. Maybe Spencer wasn't that great. Maybe Spencer had more flaws than she knew though she found nothing much in thousands researches she had done about the writer before she came here. Maybe she shouldn't let it go easily. She needed to test this writer more. She needed to make sure this writer was good for Emily. Emily had to have the best.
Because Emily deserved better.
That was what the blonde thinking. Not much, huh? It was just enough to keep her mind busy. Too busy to make conversation. But the silence couldn't make by one. Spencer was deep in her thoughts too. What was she thinking about? Emily, of course. She was thinking how Alison's eyes brightened when she heard the word "Ali" came out the dark brown eyes girl's lips, how longingly Alison's eyes lingered on Emily's, how annoyed she was now with these thoughts. Spencer was happy that her favorite person had asked her to lead Alison out but Spencer also was unhappy about it. Evicting Alison meant Emily didn't want to make any talk with the icy blue eyes girl but that could also mean Emily was protecting the girl from Hanna. Obviously Emily was really protecting her but Spencer didn't want to admit that fact. That was why she had this mixed feelings. But the point wasn't her wife. It was Alison. She had to do something with this girl. Emily gave no attempt to speak with her didn't mean the actress would stop trying. Her favorite person was a forgiving one. She couldn't find it in her heart to harshly send someone away from her life forever. Spencer knew it. Spencer loved it and hated it too. She had to stand up for Emily. She had to stand up for her. Maybe she should "introduce" herself once more to make sure Alison got the idea that she had no chance with the dark brown eyes girl. With her wife.
As they reached Alison's car, the light brown eyes girl broke their silence, reaching her hand out for a handshake.
"I don't think we've introduced each other properly. I'm Spe…"
"I know who you are. Spencer Hasting. Also known as Emily Fields's partner." The blonde jumped in, slowly finished her talk, completely didn't bothered to use "Hastings" instead of "Fields".
Realizing her hand would never be shook and Emily's named wasn't changed on purpose, the writer took her hand back, widening her eyes, exhaled deeply.
"You meant Emily Hastings?"
"No, she'll forever be MY…" Taking her pausing time to make sure Spencer misheard "my" for "mine", Alison calmly continued. "Emily Fields. She's your Emily Hastings but she's my Emily Fields. Forever."
"You…"
The blonde was enjoying it. The scene. She enjoyed every moment of a "flared up" Spencer. She could see clearly the fires was burning fiercely in the older girl's eyes. Maybe Spencer could be defeated. Oh wait. Not defeat. She didn't plan to defeat anybody. She just wanted to make sure Emily was in good hands. Yes, she just wanted to make sure that. No, not defeat.
On the other hand, the writer knew she just lost their first fight. Alison saying Emily Fields was hers was nothing should be mad about. It was just like what Hanna said every freaking time she saw Emily. Every freaking time. Though Spencer knew too well that the actress obviously didn't mean the way Hanna meant it, she couldn't fight back. Alison would just say because Emily was her friend or something like that. Then what would Spencer say next? She didn't know. She should give this first point for the icy blue eyes girl. Just this one.
But she felt bitter. Seemed like Alison just fired the first shot of this war. Spencer wasn't sure if there was a war or not but she had to take a step ahead. There was no way she could lose this war. There was no way she could lose Emily. There was no way she could lose her happiness.
The light brown eyes girl literally took a step forward, leaned closer in Alison's ear, using her famous harsh voice, whispered between her teeth.
"Stay away from Emily or I'll destroy you."
Alison didn't flinch. Alison wasn't scared. She smirked.
"I have a strong feeling that I'm gonna meet you again, Spencer Hastings. And of course, Emily. Too."
With that, the actress got in her car, drove away, leaving tons of angers on the older girl's chest.
Well, I think we could provisionally place Spencer and Alison's names on each other enemies list for now. Meanwhile, in Hanna's office, people who were listed as best friends were fighting like enemies. Okay, it wasn't that terrible but yes, it was tense.
Still shocking after seeing Spencer helped Alison getting away from her clutches, Hanna quitted. The blonde stopped yelling and kicking. She stayed silently in Emily's arms without saying a word, looking listlessly at the ground. Behind her, the tanned girl was about to cry when she saw her best friend like that. Glancing at the door once more, knowing by now the actress had already gone, the dark brown eyes girl slowly let go of Hanna. Our fashion designer didn't stand still. She was exhausted with the fight, with the fact that she just let the icy blue eyes girl get away. She sat flat on the ground, eyes didn't changed direction.
Emily took a few steps to sit opposite her beloved best friend, eyes full of regrets. Her voice shaking.
"Hanna? Are you mad at me?"
"No." Waited a moment to inhale and exhale, the blonde raised her voice again. "I'm mad at me. I just let you let that bitch escape."
"Han…"
"Why did you do that?"
"I…"
"Are you still in love with her?"
The blue eyes girl kept questioning and didn't show any sign that she would wait for answers. Emily tried hard to clean that crazy thought in Hanna's mind.
"What? No? Hann…"
The girl cut her off again.
"Have you forgotten what she did?"
"NO! I haven't."
"Then why? Why, Emily? Why didn't you let me give her what she deserves? You were protecting her. You were basically protecting the one that hurt you the most. Haven't you leant anything? How many times your heart needs to be broken by that bitch before you realize I'm doing the right thing?"
"I…." The coffee shop owner interrupted but seemed like she failed.
"Oh wait, you can't answer that because I won't let her do that again. I won't let her hurt you again. But I need to make sure one thing. Are you really done with her? Are you really not in love with her anymore? Why I ask? Because that "Ali" came out of your mouth just like the "Ali" you used to sound five fucking years ago. You have a wife now. Her name is Spencer. Don't you remember? I always say I don't have full trust on her but I rather choose that cocky writer over the manipulated actress. Ha, what was I thinking? You don't have the right to choose anyone. Your heart now belongs to Spencer. Only Spencer. Imagining how hurt she would be if she found out you still have feelings for Alison. Imagining how hurt WE could be if she hurt you. Again. Is this what you want? Seeing people you care about hurt? Seeing me…"
"HANNA!"
"WHAT?"
"I did that for Spencer." Emily whispered her replied, unable to control her emotion, tears started to roll down her cheeks.
"What Spencer that wants her wife to protect her wife's ex?" Hanna whispered back. She meant to shout it out because she was still angry but seeing those tears weakened her.
Wiping tears away with one hand, the dark brown eyes girl breathed out her explanation.
"You weren't there, Hanna. In the audition room. Alison is an amazing actress. You should see the way she acted and the way the crew praised her. I believe she's the perfect choice for this movie and I didn't say that because I loved her. Love – d. I say that because it's the truth. This movie will be the most successful adapted movie ever. It will be written in history. And people will remember that this was based on one of the best book of Spencer Hastings with Spencer joined in most of the processes. I know you decided to be a part of this project because of Spencer, because of me. And I let Alison go with the same reasons. Messing with her doesn't make anything better. What happened is in the past. Plus, what if she quitted? Where can Spencer find someone as perfect as her for the role? Yes, without her we can still make a good movie but with her, we'll make the best. I don't want my tiny little personal stuff ruin Spencer's opportunities. I don't want that. I have to do and be the best for her. Because that's what she always does for me. Always."
Hanna was speechless. She felt so dumb. She felt so bad. She was talking about Emily. The only person she believed that never betrayed anyone. Never. Yet, she still accused her for being in love with Alison while she was Spencer's wife. Her best friend relationship with Spencer started not so long but she could see how happy Emily was. Really happy. She didn't need so much argument with Spencer to make sure her best friend was okay. All she did was sat there and adding more points for the writer each day. She had made a big mistake.
She was so shallow. She shouldn't ruin Emily's wife chances.
She was so, so stupid. She shouldn't jump on conclusion that Emily still had a thing for Alison.
She was so, so, so awful. She shouldn't doubt and make Emily cry.
The fashion designer slowly pulled the tanned girl in an embrace, tears covered her face too.
"You don't have to try. You're already the best. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry."
Our poor coffee shop owner clinging on Hanna shoulders, settled to not control her tears anymore.
"Me too. I know you just worried about me. I'm sorry."
The girls stayed like that for a long moment, Hanna pulled away first. She used her thumbs to dry Emily's face, smiling.
"So…"
"Hmm?"
"If this movie's over…"
"Yeah…?"
"I can still bury Alison, right?"
"HANNA!"
The blonde lying on the floor for laughing so hard. Tears started to come out again. Emily's laughter joined in after a short moment. The girl really enjoyed Hanna's lightened up joke. It was always help her mood a lot.
Little did she know, Hanna was glancing over her. The best friend never joked when it came to Emily's happiness.
Never.
Our lovebirds arrived home pretty late that night. They had passed by and had dinner at Spencer's friend restaurant.
Now they was home. For hours since they had gotten into the car to get home from the film studio, nobody brought up the Alison thing. Spencer didn't. Emily didn't. The writer believed if there was something to say about it, her favorite person must be the one who started that kind of conversation whilst Emily herself struggling figured out what to tell the light brown eyes girl. She honestly didn't know where to begin and she slightly thought that there was nothing to consult with Spencer.
The writer came back to her working room to finish her work with the castings. She also want to find some time to avoid having awkward talks with the tanned girl.
About Emily, well, she was at the loss. And when she couldn't find out something, she loved to cook away it. The girl decided to try making those empanadas again. As a result, having lots of quiet time meant she had lots of zone out time. The incident earlier that day came back and haunted her mind. Hanna was right. She did call Alison "Ali". But that didn't explain anything. She had been calling it since their first month of being friends. She was pretty sure she would call "Ali" again. It wasn't easy to change. Hanna was right. She did protect Alison. And Emily was telling the truth. She did that for Spencer. But she didn't tell the whole truth. She also did that for Alison. She couldn't tell the half real reason though. She just didn't want Alison to be hurt. Was she still in love with the actress? No, no, no and a thousand nos. She was with Spencer. She loved Spencer. She had promised a forever with the light brown eyes girl. Even having this kind of thought could upset Spencer. Emily even considered that question she just asked herself was a sign of betrayal. Spencer would be really sad about it. That reminded her, Spencer was there when she called "Ali". She remembered Spencer's uncomfortable tone when Alison hadn't moved. Maybe she was wrong. She actually had things to tell Spencer. Yes, things.
In the meantime, the light brown eyes girl was working in her room. Not exactly, she was just staring at her laptop's screen. Why didn't she stare at somewhere else you may ask? Okay, you may not but I would love to tell. It was because of the screen background. The photo was honorably chosen was the one of a smiling Emily on the Seine River in Paris. Through so many memories, Spencer still found this smile was her all time favorite. Besides, Spencer now knew that that was the moment she had started to have feelings for Emily. It was just Emily being happy. But yes, it was pure perfection. A sheepish grin stretched on the writer's lips. Emily's smile was so beautiful.
Mine.
Yes, that smile was yours. She was yours. Happy. Happiness. Happy ending. Those things suited her well. She deserved to always be like this. And Spencer knew it. She shouldn't let just an Alison ruin their moods. She should talk about it. To solve problems if there was any.
Didn't waste any minute, the writer stood up, walked quickly to the kitchen.
Well, Emily was rolling the dough. The scene was really familiar. Smiling, the light brown eyes girl stepped closer, giving her favorite person a hug from behind while placing her chin on Emily's shoulder.
The coffee shop owner chuckled at the contact, beaming mischievously.
"What are you thinking?" Spencer mumbled, loud enough just for Emily to hear. I mean, no need to yell, they were practically really, really, really close already.
"I'm thinking how come I always get hug from behind when I'm rolling the dough." The girl quietly replied.
"If I remember correctly, I always get kiss when I'm hugging from behind." The light brown eyes girl responded, couldn't help but let a sly grin took over her face.
Putting a finger under her chin pretend to think thoughtfully, Emily pursed her lips.
"I don't recall that but…" Turned to Spencer's side, Emily put a kiss on the writer's cheek. "... we can start that routine from now."
Spencer's grin got wider and she settled to place a kiss on Emily's cheek in return.
As they were enjoying the married couple moment, the dark brown eyes girl knew it was the time to talk. Looking down at the dough, she raised her voice.
"Don't be sad, okay?"
Keeping her position, Spencer turned her head to look at Emily, playing dumb.
"About what?"
The younger girl narrowing her eyes looked back, slightly thought Spencer was teasing her. But eventually, she didn't bring it up. She had to say her point.
"About what happened in Hanna's room. It's nothing. Really. Let she do her job as an actress. I'll do my job as a judge, a wife. A Spencer Hastings's wife. Okay?"
"Okay." Spencer didn't blink, replied in a heartbeat.
"Okay?" Emily's eyes widened.
"Yeah, okay."
"That's it?"
"What? What do you want me to say? I'll burry her?" The older girl giggling, enjoyed Emily's astonishment.
"No." The girl laughed out her answer. "I just want to make sure. You shouldn't listen to Hanna about this. Just make this movie and then we'll never see her again. You don't even need to talk to her besides works." Emily reasoned.
"Oh sweetie, I don't think you need to talk to someone before you burry them." Teasing Emily would forever be Spencer's favorite.
"Spencer!"
"Okay, okay!" The writer broke into a broad grin. She loved moments like this. Being in a real marriage with Emily made things get funnier when she teased her.
Waited a couple seconds to know they had drifted to the serious mood, the dark brown eyes girl stated again.
"I meant it. You don't have to be sad, be angry or do anything. I have nothing to do with her."
The light brown eyes girl beamed but didn't answer that. She knew Emily was telling the truth. She always knew.
But I'm pretty sure she has lots of things to do with you.
AN: Tell me what you think?