AN: *Tiptoeing into the room, nervously says* H...h...hi... *hide*
Okay, on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you hate me? Probably eleven.
Well, a new chapter and an old apology. I'm so sorry. Good news is, I'm still alive. *yay*
I'm too late so I think I better have our chit chat next time then. I have so many things for each of you but, well, I'll bring it up later. I'm sorry again.
Thank you for your supporting. You all are awesome, understanding and... forgiving. Really. I love that last one. Haha. Ha. Um...
Oh wait, though I really love Alison DiLaurentis, I believe I didn't portray her well in this story. If this bothers you, just tell me. I'll take note. I'm also sorry for any mistake in this.
You love Spemily and I love you.
Pretty Little Liars is not mine. If it's mine, you'll know. (Full of Spemily of course)
P/S: Thank you for not giving up on me.
A trouble maker. A relationship destroyer. A hurricane. Whichever you prefer, they might all be for Alison. She could be the biggest storm in history to sweep away anything stood on her path. Anything. Yes, she could be that dangerous. But still, our lovebirds weren't influenced by her. Our lovebirds were a combination of two incredible person. They had been hurt, betrayed and destroyed by the one they loved. They knew how that felt and they were sure they didn't want to feel it again or to let anyone feel it. Emily didn't want to let Spencer experience even just a little bit of that horrible feeling and conversely, Spencer didn't want that too. What they were having was what they wanted. They couldn't let Alison ruin it. By that, their life backed to its normal routine.
And that was why we have a familiar scene in the living room right now.
Emily was reading a book. But this time, she was the one who let Spencer lay head on her lap. They stayed like that in complete silence. From time to time, the dark brown eyes girl turned to another page, smiling with what written in the book. In Emily's reading time, she became a different person. Not exactly, it was just that she loved to drift to that wonderland in each page, to mingle with her favorite characters' lives, to enjoy the life in a different world. The writer loved the scene. But she only loved it when she was admiring Emily from afar. The scene was less beautiful when Spencer viewed it in Emily's lap. Not that Emily was less beautiful here, she was always beautiful. Always. And that was the reason why Spencer didn't like it when Emily reading with her presence. The coffee shop owner flying to some lands she knew nothing about, smiling with some strangers in the book, spending her beauty and time with fictional characters. Why did she do that? She could just stay in this room where she knew it was in her house. She could just smile with Spencer whom she knew was her wife. She could just spend her beauty and time with the realest human who completely didn't sit so far from her. What a waste of time, and beauty! Okay it was a lie. Reading wasn't that bad. Spencer was just jealous. She was jealous with the attention this book was having. She could do anything to get that attention from Emily for the rest of her life. Oh look, Emily was smiling again. Staring and smiling.
Are they flirting with each other?
It was just a book but yeah, that was it. The light brown eyes girl had to end this. Furrowed her eyebrows, the girl spoke from her favorite person's lap.
"Is that book pretty?"
"What a weird way to describe a book!" Turning to look at the cover, Emily continued without looking at our writer before came back to her reading. "But yeah, it's beautiful."
"Is that book interesting?"
"Yes, it is."
"Is that book romantic?"
"Yes, it is."
"Does that book love you?"
"Yes, it do… what?" Lifting her book to see Spencer's face, the tanned girl narrowed her eyes, placed her palm on the older girl's forehead to check her temperature, mumbling. "No, don't have a fever. Do you hurt somewhere? Are you feeling okay?"
Our incredible writer crossed her arm on her chest, eyebrows still furrowed, pouting.
"No, I'm not."
Sensing a "wheedling" Spencer, the dark brown eyes girl rolled her eyes, chuckling.
"Okay, what's it this time?"
"Look at me! Look! I'm beautiful, interesting and romantic. I've gotten everything that book has. Everything. Besides, I love you. That book obviously doesn't love you. Okay it couldn't because it's a book. If it was human, it would love you. For sure. You're loveable and… Wait! The point is why are you looking at that book while you can look at me? You have looked at that thing and smiled with it for an hour. If I received half of that attention of yours, I would probably write five love songs for you already."
The coffee shop owner didn't answer that. She slowly put the book aside then turned back to face the light brown eyes girl. She kissed away the wrinkle between Spencer's eyebrows. Using her thumb, the younger girl caressed the writer's features. First her brows, then her nose and last, her lips. The girl beaming as Spencer gradually relaxed into the touches. Unfolded her arms, a wide grin crept onto our writer's face, her eyes never left Emily. Spencer caught Emily's hand while it was hovering over her lips and gave it a slight kiss. After a moment, the tanned girl raised her voice softly.
"You were right."
"Hmm?"
"You're beautiful. So beautiful. I've never told you this. You always remind me of a nymph or even Venus. I mean who has a beauty like this if you're not a goddess? Sometimes I had a crazy thought that you're a time traveler from centuries ago. A beautiful traveler." Smiling, the girl added. "And you're interesting. It's because you just got jealous with a book. What? You thought the book was flirting with me?" Tilted her head a little, Emily grinned coyly. "You know what? Don't answer that. And yes, you're definitely romantic. You don't have to do anything. It's in your blood. I could feel it. Since the first time I saw you. Really. If reading with a Spencer Hastings next to me was a crime, I would be in jail."
You could easily tell that Spencer's eyes immediately turned into heart shapes. She had a really hard time to find her words. Though our dorky writer got used to Emily's compliments since forever but somehow this time, she couldn't tease back instantly. In fact, she was feeling a little shy for those words. It was weird. Really weird. She didn't think it was possible for her to love the girl more. But yes, her heart knew better. It even had its own "Emily's rhythm" now whenever Spencer thinking of her girl. That rhythm was slow yet made her excited. That rhythm was fast yet made her calm. It was like it wasn't a heart anymore. It was like it wasn't her heart anymore. It was beating for someone else now. The love Emily giving her everyday though made her stronger with everything in her life but it also weakened her. She now understood what they meant when they said you couldn't live without somebody. Spencer always thought that was a lie. Those people were too weak to be independent. Then it was her turn to be weak. Because she was falling to that hole. The hole where Emily was the air she breathed.
I'm in too deep.
Yes, she was in too deep. Too deep that she sometimes almost thanked Wren for betraying her, almost thanked Alison for leaving Emily. Almost. Without those painful incidents, she wouldn't have this happy ending. She wouldn't have Emily. The girl was hers now. Really hers. Like she could tell Emily to get in the box so that she could carry her everywhere without any protestation of her favorite person. Like she could tell the clock had stopped working every time they kissed because even her brain had lost its logic and wanted the kiss to be eternal. Like she couldn't see any future with anybody else but Emily.
And that was fair though. The fairest thing in Spencer's life. Emily had never failed to mention her love for the writer. Through her meals, through her speaks, and through her eyes. Damn! Those eyes had magic. They even spoke three magical words louder than Emily's voice. It was like yelling but Spencer loved to be yelled at like that every time she breathed. Loved and be loved. What could be more wonderful? That was what Spencer needed. The writer smiled lovingly, teasing.
"Oh wow! Look who is deeply in love with me. I'm so awesome!"
The coffee shop owner chuckled.
"And humble too."
Still smiling, the older girl linked their fingers together and kissed the back of Emily's hand, placing it above her heart.
"You know what I love most about you?"
"No, what?"
"Everything."
The girl was blushing, came with that, she bit her lips. And as usual, those were reasons to get kisses. Spencer stretched her arm out, found the back of Emily's neck, pulled the girl down for a sweet kiss. Maybe sweet kisses. The writer gave no effort to release her favorite person and the younger girl might have a backache if they remained this position. But Emily was lucky. And Spencer was not. The coffee shop owner's phone ringing, interrupted their lovey – dovey moment. Spencer let out an annoying groan as Emily pulled away to answer her phone.
"Can you not answer that?" Her eyebrows back to the furrowed position.
"It's Toby. It may be important."
"Ugh. Go ahead."
Emily giggled, using her fingers to erased Spencer's frown while pressing the answer button.
"Hey, Toby. Is everything okay?"
"Uhm, hi… Well… after long discussions, they finally picked out the cast for our movie."
"Oh, that's great. But wait, why did you call me? Aren't you supposed to call Spe…?"
"EMILY!" Toby shouted on the other side of the phone, surprised both Emily and himself.
"Why are you yelling at me?" Confused, the girl asked whilst Spencer shifting in her lap, turned full attention to what Emily said.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Okay, listen to me. Don't look at Spencer if she's there, okay? Just don't. Not until I hang up." The manager spoke in a rush, his voice sound scared.
"Okay…! You scared me. What's it?" The tanned girl asked again, trying to ignore the puzzled look the light brown eyes girl giving her.
"Alison got the role."
"Oh! Oh… That's… that's great. I mean that's good. Right?"
"Yeah… but there's more." Hesitating for a long moment, Toby pleaded. "Please don't yell after you hear what I'll say next. I can't deal with an angry Spencer. Please!"
"What do you me…?"
The man speech cut her off. Emily listened carefully to each word. Her eyes widened and her jaw slowly dropped as he kept speaking. Completely avoided eyes contact with Spencer, the dark brown eyes girl signing that she had to take this call somewhere else. Right after the writer lifted her head, the younger girl walked quickly to the kitchen, leaving her dumbfound wife behind.
Knowing for sure Spencer didn't follow her, Emily shouted her whisper. Or whispered her shout. She tried to keep her voice as low as possible.
"TOBY! She's gonna kill you if she finds out. And don't forget about Hanna. They're on the same team when it comes to this. How could you be reckless like that?"
"I'm sorry. I didn't put much thoughts into it. I just thought that would be good for our movie." His voice was shaking. The thought of Spencer and Hanna knew about this worried him. He might be disappeared like that jerk who had insulted Emily.
"Didn't you find it weird that she's the only person suggested that idea? The cast has plenty actors and none of them brought this up. I thought you considered the idea long enough before signed that paper." Emily wanted to yell so badly but she couldn't. She secretly wished Toby was here so that she could punch him thousands times on his chest.
"I am so sorry but c'mon, her role is the most important role. And she sounded so convincing."
"Toby, I…" Sensing someone's presence behind her back, the tanned girl turned around to find Spencer was crossing her arms, looking at her questionably. "Toby, I… I have to go."
Put down her phone on the kitchen counter, the coffee shop owner smiled nervously, playing dumb.
"Hey there! Have I ever mentioned that you're beautiful?"
Spencer moved forward a step, still frowning, didn't say a word.
Emily took one step back, sweating.
"That you're understanding?"
Spencer stepped closer.
Emily distanced.
"That you're forgiving?"
Spencer completed her last step.
Emily was in trouble. Her back now collided with the fridge. There was no way to get out.
"That burying people is illegal?"
Hearing the younger girl's last words, the writer now knew what this all was about. It definitely was Alison. Placed her hands on the fridge behind Emily, the older girl sighed, questioned quietly.
"What did she do this time?"
"She got the role."
"And?"
"That's pretty much it."
"EMILY!"
The dark brown eyes girl flinched, letting it all out in one breath.
"She's gonna come to our house every day to work with us and get to know better about her character with some main scenes. All the crew had agreed with this since her role is the heart of this movie. They already signed an agreement on this with your manager's permission."
"My mana… TOBY! I'm gonna…"
"It's okay, it's okay. She'll just come here a few weeks to make sure everything will be perfect when they start filming."
"A few weeks?"
"Yeah, just a few weeks."
"How many?"
"A couple weeks."
"Give me the exact number." The writer demanded.
Emily gulped, feeling lots of troubles were about to come.
"Six weeks."
There was a secret friends meeting in "Be my forever". Why was that a secret? Because Emily wasn't invited. Not that the girls hated her though. They loved her. So much. Spencer had set this meeting up to share more information about "Toby's fault" to Hanna and Aria. They both knew Alison's past with Emily through several sleepovers. And by "they", I meant Aria. Hanna knew too well about this. Almost more than Emily. The coffee shop owner had failed to mention through their daily phone calls that their old friend had planned to meet her and Spencer every day. She didn't know how aggressive her best friend could react. So she delayed the "announcement day".
On the other hand, the writer felt the need to bring this up. She hadn't told anybody the conversation between her and the actress in the parking lots. She slightly figured there was a war. A big war. Spencer of course wasn't scared of Alison. What she was scared of was the fact that the icy blue eyes girl loved Emily. They had been in a relationship for two years and five years after their break up, the actress's feeling still remained the same. Just by counting the number of time they had spent, Spencer's confidence faded a little. Well, if she didn't look at the number, she would still be worried. It was Alison's eyes. They were just like Emily's. They had magic. Her eyes screaming her seven years of love for the dark brown eyes girl without caring if Emily would listen to her or not. Seven years. The light brown eyes girl felt weak again. She needed allies. She needed Hanna and Aria by her side. She trusted Emily more than anyone. Even Aria. But the "insecure" Spencer didn't let her be that confident. Yeah, loving the girl had weakened her like that. Now she was afraid she couldn't keep her.
She needed to be encouraged.
She needed her best friends' encourages.
Sitting across the best friends, "Toby's fault" slowly left her lips. In an instant, the writer and the artist could tell the table was shaking. It was Hanna. The girl was shaking with anger. But she confronted the information better than last time, the fashion designer mumbling repeatedly as if Emily was there.
"Okay, breathe Hanna! Breathe! Slowly, follow her lead. Breathe!"
The tiny best friend put her hand on the blonde's arm, worriedly asked.
"Are you okay, Han?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." The girl stroked her hair, looking at the light brown eyes girl. "And she's the one who should be asked that question."
The writer blinked.
"What?"
"Ugh. I'm asking you, are you okay? Are you okay with all that?"
Spencer hissed.
"I'm… I'm… Of course I'm okay. More than okay. This's a brilliant suggestion. My movie is gonna be one of the best."
Rolling her blue eyes, the girl completely had no faith in those words.
"LIAR! Good thing I have Aria here." Turned to the artist, the blonde acted solemnly. "Aria, can you please translate that for me?"
The tiny best friend smirked, looked deathly in Spencer's eyes.
"My pleasure!" The girl cleared her throat. "Of course I'm not okay. Totally not okay. This's a stupid suggestion. I couldn't care less about this movie."
Surprises covered the light brown eyes girl's face when she heard her thoughts coming out from her best friend's lips. But the girl was restive, she pulled up her last defend.
"Okay, maybe I'm a little not okay."
"SPENCER!" The girls shouted, didn't bother the looks other customers giving them.
The writer sighed, surrendered.
"Fine, fine! I'm not okay. Absolutely not okay. What the hell was she thinking? What the hell is she trying to do? Ruining our relationship? Taking Emily back? Destroying my happiness?"
"Spencer, I'm sure everything will…" The artist chimed in but was cut off.
"No, Aria. You don't understand. You didn't see her in the audition room. It was like there were just her and Emily in it. And the way she looked at Emily, I really don't want to mention that. Like she was born ready and could lead my wife away any minute. And the things she said at the parking lots…"
Spencer suddenly stopped. She wanted to keep that information for herself. All they had been talking about was Alison would come over for the movie business. There wasn't a thing meant she was going to steal her favorite person. And the talk between them at that place had a big hint of it. Spencer wasn't sure she wanted to let Hanna know about that. Emily was right. Burying people was illegal.
But of course the fashion designer could never let it go easily.
"What happened at the parking lots?"
"Nothing." Spencer replied quickly. Almost too quick.
"Are you fucking lying to me again? What happened?" Hanna swore. She was angry.
Well, the writer gave in just like that. She dropped her hands on the table, breathed out her answer.
"She said Emily is forever her Emily Fields and we will meet again." Looked up to read Hanna's face expression, Spencer added. "Hanna, Emily said burying people is illegal."
The fashion designer wanted to explode but the older girl's last sentence held her back. What was so powerful about that? The illegal thing? No, absolutely not. The part had the power to stop Hanna was "Emily said". It reminded her of what her beloved best friend had said that day. The actress was a prior part of this movie. Giving her a chance meant giving Emily's wife career a chance to be more successful. But even that couldn't hold the blue eyes girl's temper for too long. Hanna knew it. Hanna knew Alison had a plan. The taller blonde always had a plan. Hanna herself though appreciated the fact that someone loved her best friend that much but it was too late. If Alison loved Emily enough, she wouldn't have left years ago. They would have made a cute little family by now. Hanna though wouldn't have been on a good term with the icy blue eyes girl but she could still be happy for Emily. Yeah, they could still be happy, together. But that was a "what if". Alison would have everything Spencer had right now if she didn't choose that terrible decision. Her sweet Emily, her innocent Emily, her beloved Emily was shattered. Even in Hanna wildest dream, she could never have a dream where Emily was defeated. The coffee shop owner had a big heart. She loved others than herself and Alison had been the one who received it the most. Yet, she left. Brought all the hopes the tanned girl had given her. It still felt like yesterday. When Hanna pulled a "weeping" Emily into her chest three nights after their break up. When Hanna worried Emily would harm herself when the girl stopped crying on the next day. When Hanna was afraid Emily had turned into someone different with all the smilings on day six. When Hanna couldn't recognize her Emily anymore. At that moment, the blonde finally got her answer. Her sweet Emily had shut her out with the most brilliant way she could come up with. No one could get in Emily and conversely, Emily couldn't get out. The dark brown eyes girl was crushed like that. By Alison. Now that bitch planning to get the girl back, to ruin Emily's happiness. Again. The burying thought popped up in the blue eyes girl's mind once more time.
What should I bring? Gloves?
Yeah, yeah. Have to have a pair. Maybe two, just in case.
A shovel?
Have to have that too. The one in that store seems light. I can use that.
Car?
Yes, I need a car to carry that bitch's body. Let's rent one in a different state with my fake ID.
Phone?
Yupe, call her and finish her. Remember to use the one polices can't trace.
What else? Ah, where to bury?
That place in…
"HANNA!" The writer slammed on the table, cutting the blonde's thoughts. "I know that look, that's the "I'll bury her" look. Stop that."
"No, this's the "I won't let anyone hurt my Emily" look. I'll do anything to get rid of anybody who wants to put their hands on her." The fashion designer protested.
"Can I help?" The tiny artist raised her voice after a really, really long silence moment of hers.
Both pairs of eyes staring at Aria in disbelief. Deliberately, Spencer asked.
"What… what do you want to help with? The burying thing or don't let anyone hurt Emily thing?"
"Both." Aria shrugged, responded nonchalantly as if murder was her official job.
Spencer blinked. Hanna blinked. They started to think the girl in front of them wasn't Aria Montgomery anymore.
The tiny girl rolled her eyes, raised her voice again.
"What? I love Emily. She doesn't deserve any of this. Plus, she's Spencer's happy ending. No one is allowed to take away my best friend's happy ending. I'll help Hanna bury her if that's the only way to stop her."
As the blue eyes girl was clapping, squealing, hugging Aria in excitement, the writer slammed her palm on the table again in hope to shut them up.
"No. No, no. No one helping anyone burying anybody."
"Then you have to make Alison stay away from your wife. Sure she needs both of you for the acting but you're the writer while Emily's part isn't that big. She works with you is enough. No need to bother Emily. You hear me? Alison doesn't bother Emily, Alison not be buried." Hanna let her speech out without blinking, her face looked dead serious.
"You don't need to ask. I won't let that girl come anywhere near my wife. And can you stop joking about burying? It's creepy."
Locking eyes with the writer, Hanna's face didn't change its expression, the blonde spoke firmly.
"I never joked."
It was the first day our couple had to pay for "Toby's fault". Alison would come over and "working" with them until noon. Spencer was glad that the actress knew her limit. She didn't suggest to work all day with them. By that, Spencer could have some moments with her favorite person when things were done. Besides, our lovebirds had consulted and come up with a deal that only the writer had to work with Alison. The coffee shop owner understood what her wife was worrying about and well, she settled to roll with it, didn't want to upset the "insecure" Spencer.
However, that wasn't enough to satisfy our incredible writer. The fact that Alison had been through so many gates to ask to come to their house, to her Emily meant the icy blue eyes girl had something in her mind. The light brown eyes girl felt the need to not let Alison meet or even see Emily's shadow. So, yeah, that was why Spencer had been walking back and forth, guarding her house's door for half an hour. It was not until another hour till the blonde got there but, you know, just in case.
Emily didn't say anything. Well, she didn't know about it. She was in the kitchen. She herself also didn't want to encounter Alison. What should she say? Or should she say anything? She had no idea. Moreover, Spencer seemed really mad at all this. It was better off if she tried to avoid her old friend.
The doorbell was ringing. Multiple times. Nobody answered it.
Emily stepped out of her kitchen, looking at the door. There was no sign of Spencer. Assuming there were more than forty five minutes before their appointment, the person behind that door could be their friends or family, Emily hesitated, opened.
Yeah, we all see that coming. The door opened revealed our talented actress. Her face was full of surprise. Probably because she thought there was no way the writer could let Emily see her. Word left her lips without knowing, her voice was mixture of fluster, rejoicing and nervousness. A smile crept onto her lips as the process of that word going.
"Emily."
The tanned girl was caught off guard, her eyes widened with the view in front of her. It took her a long time to finally let out her greeting. Well, not actually a greeting.
"You're early."
As a wider smile getting visible on the actress's lips and she was about to say something, Emily avoiding eyes contact, stepped aside, opened a way for her old friend to come in. Alison's eyes never left the dark brown eyes girl and it made Emily uncomfortable. She turned away before speaking for the second time.
"I'll get Spencer."
With that, the coffee shop owner making her way to find her wife just to be stopped by the blonde. She held Emily's hand back, waiting for the girl to turn and look at her.
Emily did.
"Can we talk?"
"I believe we have nothing to talk about." Furrowing her eyebrows, the girl replied sharply.
That wasn't enough to stop the icy blue eyes girl. We all know that. Right before the tanned girl had a chance to yank her arm away, Alison held back tighter, made sure she could look into those familiar dark brown eyes. The blonde begged.
"Maybe you don't but I do. A lot. I'm…"
"I don't want to hear it." Didn't let her old friend finish her sentence, Emily jumped in, almost shouted at her.
Alison flinched. It had been a long time since someone could make her feel like this. And this was the first time she saw Emily be this angry. In a moment, all of her courage was gone. She suddenly felt powerless though she now had more power than ever with her successful career. Her guilt building up inside her stomach and it had been multiplied ten times. The weight of it kept adding more stones in her heart. It was so heavy. Her heart. The hold on Emily's arm loosened.
The coffee shop owner ultimately took her arm away. It woke the actress. She walked forward to the angry girl, trying to hold her arm again. This time, she used both hands to grip it, letting the taller girl no way to take back.
"I'll make it quick. Please! You don't have to say anything. You even can imagine that I'm not here but please, please. Just listen to me. Please!"
There was it. There was Emily's weakness again. Those pleading eyes. Closed her eyes, sighing, the tanned girl gave in.
"You have one minute."
The actress face brightened as the chance she had just achieved but soon she realized, the speech she had been preparing in her head since the day she left couldn't work now. She wanted to apologize. She had made the biggest mistake that a human could ever make. She wanted to say she was stupid. The stupidest of them all. She wanted to let Emily know she loved her. She had never stopped loving her. She wanted a second chance. She could possibly exchange practically anything right now to have that second chance. Anything. That had been her speech. Those had been things she thought Emily should know. But she couldn't tell her now.
Because Emily was angry.
Because Emily wouldn't hear.
Because Emily wasn't her Emily anymore.
She had moved on. But somehow, all these days, everything was in Alison's head was asking for a second chance. That was weird though. Her priorities since she heard about the dark brown eyes girl's marriage in order were seeing a happy Emily then making Emily happy. Meaning if Spencer had already been doing that, our talented actress would leave. Yet Alison didn't feel like that now. She slightly forgot it. The icy blue eyes girl seemed to forget it so many times lately.
Tik tok. She had one minute. She didn't prepare for this. For the first time in her life, Alison didn't have a plan. She had to come up with something that she was sure Emily would patiently listen to her. Something that she could still remain even a formal relationship with the girl. Something that she could eventually ask for a second chance. Wait, cross that. She was here to make sure Spencer was incredibly good for Emily. To make sure Emily was in good hands. She wasn't here to steal anybody. She wasn't here to defeat anybody. She was here for Emily's happiness. Yes, definitely that. Emily's happiness.
"You have thirty seconds left."
The dark brown eyes girl was still mad at her. Of course she was still mad. Nobody could forgive a person like her easily. Oh, wait. That was it.
Forgiveness.
Yes, that was all she needed now. Emily's forgiveness. The tanned girl was always a forgiving one. There must be some of that left in her soul even if she had changed which obviously she hadn't. She would listen to her about this. She would have a formal relationship with her if she could forgive her at some point in their life. It was a matter of time. Alison had strong faith in this. And maybe she would give her a second chance.
Damn it. Not again. You're here to check Emily's life. Not to ruin it. You're here to test Spencer.
Oh, well. Cross that second chance plan. Again.
"I know what I did was wrong and there's no way you and me could be on a good term. But I just want you to know that I regret my decision every single day of my life. I could do anything to come back that day and fix it. However, I believe it's too late now. All I need is your forgiveness. Just only your forgiveness. It's too soon for that but don't be mad. You can take your time. I will wait. You don't have to think about it. I'll earn it. I'm gonna earn it. But can we please start again? Like we're acquaintances? I won't be able to earn it if you don't even talk to me. And I totally understand if you don't want to. I do. Just please consider it! Please?!"
Maybe Alison should become an orator. She came up with those words in half a second and delivered them like they had been on her heart forever. Well, they were actually from her heart. It was just that they was a tiny part of an enormous thought she wanted Emily to know. But it was enough for now. For Emily's forgiveness.
Let's say Alison's new plan had somehow worked. Emily was really considering it. Not that she would forgive the blonde. At least not right now. But she slightly had a vision that she would eventually forgive her old friend in the future. Though the conversation was all "me and you" and absolutely had no sign of a third person, the writer's image came up in the dark brown eyes girl's mind. Alison was a part of Spencer's first biggest project. Alison was one of the keys led to Spencer's brighter future. Disappointing her probably not a good choice. Plus, all she needed was forgiveness and Emily didn't even have to give it now. As she was counting the pros and cons, her heart spoke out for the first time.
Giving others chance is giving yourself chance.
There it was. The sweet Emily. Her heart had been too busy beating for Spencer that it almost forgot how kind Emily could be. You can't blame her though. In fact, you can praise her for thinking of herself for once. For thinking of her happiness for once. But it didn't last long because of Emily's kindness. Everybody deserves a second chance. Though what Alison had done was heartless, it was still in the past. Why Emily had to think so much, resent so much while she had a bright future with someone she truly loved? Just a chance. What was a big deal?
"Fine." Was all Emily said.
Rude but it still made the actress put on her biggest grin in five years. Real grin. She released her grip on Emily though she wanted to hold it a little longer. The blonde stretched out her hand for a handshake, grin never left her face.
"Hi, I'm Alison. You can call me Ali."
Seeing the smile on her old friend's face somewhat made Emily delighted for a moment. Just a moment. A short moment. After all, making others happy was Emily's favorite kind of happiness. She shook Alison's hand, pulled on a small smile.
"I'm Emily. You can call me…"
"…Spencer's wife."
Nope, not Alison's line. Neither Emily's.
The actress and the coffee shop owner turned their attentions to where the voice came from. Turned out, it came from the only person who wasn't smiling at the moment in this living room.
Who else but Spencer Hastings approaching them with a frown on her forehead?
The tanned girl immediately released the icy blue eyes girl's hand, walked over the writer's side in a rush, leaving Alison's hand lingering in the air.
"Spencer." Emily called.
Now our incredible writer really, really, really wanted to strangle her manager. Apparently, while Spencer had been preparing to encounter her "would be enemy", Toby called. Nothing so important. He just informed about the crew's business and how his cat just stole the empanadas Emily had given him. Okay, he should call and tell Emily that. Not Spencer. But he actually did call the tanned girl first. Unfortunately, she left her phone in the bed room and hadn't known about that. So he settled to call Spencer who obviously not in the mood to hear those information. And the light brown eyes girl just left for less than fifteen minutes and Alison had found a way to hold Emily's hand already. What if she had left longer, like sixteen minutes? Carry their first child? Maybe she should bury Toby first.
Didn't receive a respond from the light brown eyes girl, Emily nervously explained.
"Spencer, we were just…"
"Talking." Spencer interrupted, gave the actress a deathful glare then turned to face her favorite person, her face softened. "I know." She managed to wrap her arm around Emily's hips, raised her palm to caress the girl's face and firmed a kiss on her forehead.
The writer figured out she should let Alison know who was with Emily now and that she had no chance with the coffee shop owner. Saying those things whilst the blonde hadn't done anything crossed the line yet was not a smart move. In fact, it might leave a bad image of Spencer in Emily's head. So yeah, a kiss was enough. But Spencer always knew her favorite person was kind of shy. Plus, she didn't want to make her girl feel awkward between her ex and herself. A kiss on her forehead was perfect. Not so much passion but still meant caring, loving, protecting and… owning.
The girl is mine.
The older girl pulled away, satisfied when she spotted a smile formed on Emily's lips and a bonus with seeing hint of fire in the actress's eyes. Feeling better than ever, Spencer gave Emily another loving look before completely let her out of her arm. Making her way to her working room, Spencer raised her voice coldly.
"Let's get start, Alison. You and I have works to do."
The talented actress furrowing her eyebrows, confused, asked.
"But I thought Emily and I…"
"Nope. You're not gonna working with Emily. We both decided that I know this movie better." Spencer excitedly jumped in like she had been waiting for the girl to ask her whole life. "You, will work with me. Only me."
With that, the cocky writer was back. Smirking, she added another kiss on her wife's cheek, almost danced to her room.
Now we're even.
Frustrating but couldn't do anything against that with Emily's presence, Alison took her last glance at Emily, unwillingly followed the writer.
Well played, Hastings. Well played.
AN: Tell me what you think?