"Just go in the garage, if nothing's changed, my mom's car should still be there." The blonde added, coughing a little bit. She wasn't one that handled being sick very well, and she just wanted Emily to actually enjoy this vacation and not always be here to take care of the blonde, she didn't want the attention to just be on her all the time.
"Okay, I won't be gone too long. Do you need anything while I'm out?" Emily asked sweetly, once again putting Alison's needs before her own. She knew Alison wanted her to enjoy herself and relax but Emily would miss the blonde a lot if she were gone too long. She wanted this vacation to finally be her chance to be alone with Alison and figure out just what they really were.
"Go, meet people. Have a good day." Alison insisted, smiling just a little bit. She blinked and yawned, then stretched her body and relaxed, closing her eyes and softly dozing off to sleep. She coughed once in a while, hating the way that it hurt her throat. "Maybe just some throat lozenges?" She added.
"Okay, okay, I'll go." Emily agreed, though she wasn't big on meeting new people. She stuffed her wallet into her back pocket. "Those cherry ones you used to get?" Emily whispered, knowing Alison liked that she remembered everything. She made her way downstairs, finding the keys to Jessica's car and heading into the garage.
"Please." Alison whispered before finally dozing off to sleep. She slept peacefully, hoping that Emily would enjoy her time out. The blonde slept, hoping that her flu or whatever was flowing through her body would go away.
Emily drove into town after finding an address to punch into the gps to take her to downtown. She carefully tucked Alison's credit card into her wallet, knowing she wouldn't bother to use it. Once she found a parking spot, the brunette hopped out and made her way down the street to decide where she wanted to go.
Alison kept sleeping, hoping time would go by quickly, however, she was interrupted by a knock on the door. Alison slowly got up, a blanket wrapped around her body. She finally went to the door, staying well behind it however for her own protection. "H-Hello?" She opened it, noticing it was CeCe; she quickly fell into the blonde's arms, a huge smile on her face.
Emily walked around and looked around in a few stores. She didn't really find much until she came upon a store full of t-shirts. She decided to buy a couple and even chose one out for Alison. After a while, she decided she should pick up Alison's lozenges and head back as it had already been around two hours since she'd left.
Alison sat down beside CeCe on the porch, the blanket wrapped around her as her cold body trembled, coughs escaping her mouth. Gosh, was she ever happy to see the blonde. She simply listened to her, snuggling upon her blanket trying to keep warm.
Emily made her way to the closest drug store in town and walked through the aisles until she finally found the cold medicine. She grabbed the cherry lozenges Alison liked best and quickly made her way to the register to pay for them. Once she got back to the car, she took out her phone and texted Alison. "On my way back. Hope you're feeling better. xoxo"
Alison had forgotten her phone in the house. Instead, she gently fell asleep innocently over CeCe's shoulder, not even noticing anything. She had missed the older blonde's company, she was like a sister to her. After a few minutes of sleeping, she woke up, rubbing her eyes at the same time. "Woah." She mumbled, looking up at the sky.
Emily slid into the drivers seat and buckled up. She drove down the roads, grateful that she remembered the way back to the beach house. She turned up the radio, singing along happily. So far the day had gone pretty well, aside from Alison being sick, so Emily let herself relax and stop worrying for once.
After the other blonde had left, giving Alison a comforting hug, she sighed softly, staying over the porch swing, waiting for Emily to arrive. The blonde simply looked at the waves and then at the horizon, her eyes on the sunset. She loved the view from where she was, even if she didn't seem like the type of person to enjoy it, she clearly loved the simple things in life.
Emily finally pulled up to the beach house, parking perfectly back in the garage. She grabbed the bag with Alison's lozenges in it and the other bag she'd gotten hers and Alison's t-shirts in. The brunette made her way into the house and called out for the blonde, unsure of where she was in such a big house. "Ali? Where are you?"
"In the front." Alison mumbled out, taking her breath as her throat was killing her. She was still enjoying the nice sunset, what a great view she had. The blonde looked over at the door, a smile appearing on her face once she saw Emily was back. "Did you have fun?" She asked sweetly, still cuddling her pillow.
Emily walked out to the back and smiled at Alison when she saw her. "Yeah I did actually. Oh and I didn't need this." She pulled out Alison's credit card and handed it to her. She sat down beside the blonde on the porch swing and smiled. "Here's your throat lozenges too." She added, handing over the bag but keeping the other one in her hand.
"I told you to use it, Em..." Alison practically shrugged, looking over to where Emily was, finally smiling when she sat down beside her. She wrapped up the blankets tighter around her pale and frigid body, goose bumps trailing over her spine. "Thank you, for the lozenges." She winked, unwrapping one and placing it upon her tongue, letting it melt. "W-What's in the other bag, killer?" She questioned it.
"I know but I didn't even buy anything really." Emily protested, knowing Alison had wanted to treat her but it was true. The brunette had really not bothered to spend much anyway. She'd always been fine with simple things and only ever ended up with anything extravagant when Alison was along and convinced her. "It was my pleasure." She smiled softly and handed Alison the other bag, one with her t-shirt on it that actually said "Killer," and the other t-shirt for Alison that said "Pizza is my Wife." Emily had wanted some sort of name for Alison too but when she'd seen that t-shirt, she knew it would cheer the blonde up and make her laugh. "See for yourself, Ali."
"Oh my god Em." Alison couldn't help but laugh when she took out the shirt. She placed it over the blanket, knowing it would fit her. "I actually really like it. I'll wear it when I'm not feeling like complete crap." The blonde frowned and then folded the shirt, placing it back in the bag, giving it to Emily. "Which one did you get, Emmy?" She asked her, actually intrigued about what the brunette had gotten for herself.
"I knew you'd love it. I'm glad I found that actually." Emily smirked, happy to see that the blonde was happy that she'd bought her a simple t-shirt. "We can wear ours together then." Emily suggested, as she pulled her own shirt out and unfolded it. "I got myself this one." She held it up so Alison could see that it read "Killer" with the quotes around it so that of course it wouldn't be mistaken for her wearing a shirt that called her out as an actual killer.
Alison couldn't help but smile once she saw Emily's shirt. She took it from her, laughing just a little bit. "Great." She even winked, folding it again and placing it in the bag with hers. "Thank you Em. I love it, and I love yours too." The blonde yawned again and stretched her body; following with a shrug. "I'm so tired of being sick already." She frowned.
"Of course, Ali. I'm really glad you like them." Emily smiled and set the bag down after Alison had folded up the shirts and placed them neatly back into the bag. The brunette sighed slightly and looked over Alison's features. "Are you feeling any better since I left?"
"Not at all, my throat is killing me, it hurts to swallow anything, let alone my own spit. It's going to be such a shitty vacation, I'm so sorry." Alison frowned. She knew that Emily wanted to have a good time and go out with the blonde, and sure, Alison was going to take her out once she felt better, but being sick was never the perfect way to start a vacation.
"Don't be sorry, Ali. It's not your fault you got sick. But I really hope you get better soon. I wanted us to enjoy this vacation together and you're the one who knows this place better than anyone." Emily chewed on her bottom lip thoughtfully. She was trying to think of ways to help the blonde recover faster. "Can I make you anything? Have you eaten?"
"No, just the smell of food makes my stomach churn.." She frowned, her eyes on Emily. "But I'm freezing." The blonde stood up, her blanket still wrapped around her body. She coughed a couple of times and opened the door and walked inside. "Come with me?" She asked Emily, making her way to the kitchen and sitting down on the counter. "You can make what you're hungry for."
"Aw Ali, I hate to see you like this." Emily frowned as well. She carefully stood up and followed the blonde inside the house. "Of course." Emily followed Alison into the kitchen and walked over to stand between Alison's dangling legs. She absently placed her hands on the blonde's thighs and looked into her eyes. "I'm not really in the mood to cook. Can I just order takeout?"
Alison gently let her head fall over Emily's chest. She was tired, her body was somehow warm and cold at the same time, it drove her crazy. "Sure Killer, whatever you want." She added, sighing. The blonde was simply exhausted, she just wanted to relax, to sleep, but she desperately tried to stay awake with Emily.
Emily looked over at Alison, noticing her skin was still rather pale and that she looked exhausted. "Do you have the number for a pizza delivery place? That'll probably be the fastest and that way if you feel up to eating, it'll be something you love." The brunette gently brushed a loose strand of Alison's hair out of her face as she spoke. "Hey, if you're tired, you can nap. I can manage on my own."
"N-No. Can we watch a movie or two until we both fall asleep? We can just relax in the den, my dad isn't around anywhere, and the two couches are big enough for each of us to have one each." She spoke softly, not even bothering to lift her head up from Emily's chest. "On the fridge, there's a bunch of flyers."
"Okay, Ali, that's fine with me. I just want you to get better. Don't worry about keeping me entertained, okay?" Emily untangled herself from Alison reluctantly so she could grab the flyer she needed. She dialed the number and ordered a large pizza, the delivery boy telling her it would be about a half hour before it arrived. Once she hung up, she made her way back over to Alison. "Which movie do you want to watch?"
Alison narrowed her eyebrows and sighed once Emily walked away. "Anything, I don't care." She sighed, placing her head over Emily's chest once again, relaxing. She really didn't want to move from the position she was in, but she knew she'd have to soon.
"Hmm, okay. I'll just find something on Netflix since I don't really know what I'm in the mood for either." Emily shrugged slightly and looked into Alison's eyes. "Want a piggyback ride, Ali?" She asked sweetly, noticing that Alison had rested her head on Emily's chest and seemed rather intent on not moving.
"Do we have to move?" The blonde shrugged once more, not wanting to lift her head off from Emily's chest though she did anyways. She looked up at her and then nodded. "Well we do have Netflix." She added with a laugh, gently stepping down from the counter and walking into the den alone.
"We don't but then we can't watch a movie." Emily replied softly. She looked over at Alison and stepped back to allow the blonde to get off the counter. She followed her into the den and plopped down on one of the couches, grabbing the remote off the coffee table. "I have no idea what to watch, actually. I don't know why I'm at such a loss today." Emily shrugged slightly and glanced over at the blonde.
"Are you scared to sit beside me?" Alison frowned, covering herself up with the blanket once more. She took a sip of water and turned her attention to the tv, seeing the Netflix menu. "Here, hand me the remote?" She asked, also wondering if the brunette would come sit beside her.
"Of course not. I just thought you wanted to have a whole couch to yourself since you're sick." Emily noticed the frown on Alison's face and quickly got up to come sit beside Alison on the other couch. She handed over the remote and curled her legs up under her on the couch.
The blonde once again gently placed her head over Emily's chest, yawning once again. She flipped through the movies, finally finding one that she'd like to watch. "The Conjuring?" She added, looking up at Emily, sighing happily.
"Sure, Ali." Emily agreed quickly, even if it was a scary movie. She didn't mind anything when she was with Alison, enjoying simple moments like this. Emily stroked the blonde's hair gently as she leaned her back against the arm of the couch.
Alison coughed a couple times during the previews; once the movie started, she quickly turned her head to face the television. "This is one of my favorite thriller movies, doesn't really scare me." She added, a small smile forming over her lips once she saw "Annabelle" the doll from the movie. "I wish I had a doll like that, I bet it would make Jason wet his pants." She spoke jokingly.
Emily glanced over at Alison when she coughed, immediately concerned with her well being. When she saw that the blonde was okay, she relaxed and turned her attention back to the movie. "You know I get scared easily, Ali. But I like some thrillers." She smiled back and shook her head playfully. "You would want Annabelle. If I had a doll like that, I think I'd wet /my/ pants." She chuckled lightly.
Alison couldn't help but laugh at Emily's remark. She licked her bottom lip and reached for another lozenge that was right on the table in front of them. "Nothing to be scared about Em, I'm right here." Alison added, sounding almost romantic, even though that wasn't her sole intention.
"Are you gonna protect me?" Emily asked innocently as she batted her eyelashes cutely. She knew her actions would come off flirty but she couldn't help it. Alison was being so sweet and it only reminded Emily of why she'd fallen for her in the first place.
"I might actually die first considering I'd get a huge head rush if I got up quickly, so you'd have to drag me around everywhere and not get eaten or something by that creepy doll." Alison laughed it off, turning her attention to the television one more time. "You don't care if we sleep down here, right?" She added, coughing a couple of times, making a funny face.
"Don't you dare die on me! I can't drag you around and still escape the creepy doll." Emily practically yelled out but still in a teasing manner. She looked over at Alison and shook her head. "I don't mind at all. I'm actually pretty comfortable right here." Emily subtly hinted at the fact she was perfectly fine where she was because she was laying on the couch in close proximity to Alison.
"Well, good. Because I don't plan on moving." Alison whispered in return. She finally lowered the blankets from her body and took soft breaths. Why was her body temperature playing tricks on her? She surely was excited to be able to feel normal again. Her wrists were still bruised up, she looked like a mess. Her skin was pale, she was sweating, and this time, she was really warm. "Em.." She spoke quietly. "It's really hot.." She added.
"Don't worry, Ali. If you need something, just ask. I'll get it so you can stay right where you are. Emily spoke sweetly and shifted slightly on the couch so she could be comfortable once more. "Hmm?" The brunette responded looking into Alison's eyes. She placed her hand on the blonde's forehead. "Ali! You're burning up again!" Emily exclaimed before hopping up to find Alison an ice pack.
"No.. Em.." She mumbled sitting up slowly, stretching her body as she did so. "Can we go to town, grab some Starbucks? I really want a smoothie or something, it'd be good." Alison spoke quietly, almost whispering, her throat was honestly killing her, and she needed to get out of the house for some fresh air.
Emily plopped back down the moment Alison called for her. "Sure, Ali. Do you even have to ask? You know I love Starbucks." She stood once more and offered her hand out to the blonde to pull her up. "I'll drive. Did you want to go right now?"
"Yeah. I mean, I'm in sweat pants and a tank top, but I don't care. I'm comfortable." She nodded with a smile. Alison gently took the brunette's hand and then grabbed her arm, gently tugging on it, trying to steady herself as she stood up. "Right now is a good time for Starbucks." She winked, laughing just a little bit.
"Oh please you know you look good in anything, Ali." Emily spoke truthfully though she knew sometimes her complimenting went overboard. She wrapped her arm around Alison's waist to help steady her and laughed along with her. "Anytime is a good time for Starbucks. But come on, your smoothie and my coffee awaits." Emily tugged Alison along as they walked out of the den.
Alison quickly walked out of the house and into the beach house car that stayed parked there throughout the year. She buckled up her seatbelt and opened the window, wanting the fresh air to capture her. "Hm. It's nice out here." She took out her sunglasses from the glove compartment, flicked them over her nose and then waited for Emily to start the car.
Emily slid into the drivers seat and put the keys in the ignition, starting up the car. "Yeah, it's been actually a perfect sunny day." The brunette agreed. She pulled out of the beach house driveway and turned to Alison. "Which way is the Starbucks?"
"Punch it in the GPS. It's like 2 miles from here, not even.. I used to walk there when my parents wouldn't take me." She added, winking over at Emily who was beside her. The blonde gently placed her hand over Emily's knee teasingly, sighing softly. She looked outside at all the scenery, still loving it after all these years.
"Oh okay." Emily punched it into the GPS and started to follow the directions the navigation gave her. The brunette bit at her bottom lip when she felt Alison's hand on her knee. She still felt butterflies in her stomach just by Alison's gentle touches.
Alison gently stroked Emily's knee, not really knowing where her hand was, though she knew the brunette wouldn't mind. She loved to just drive around, even if for a short distance; it cleared her thoughts, and the breeze helped with her body that was burning up. She was of course starting the flu or a nasty cold, she just wished it would have started after her vacation or way before it.
Emily kept driving though Alison's actions were a bit distracting, but in a good way. The brunette finally reached down to place her hand over Alison's on her knee. She didn't want the blonde to have the opportunity to move it. When they finally reached Starbucks, Emily parked the car right in front, though she lingered, waiting for Alison to be the one to pull her hand away and hop out.