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Alison's POV
My cheeks are red and my heart is pounding faster than a jack hammer. I put the remainder of my clothes into the washing machine. I press the start button and pull myself on top of the machine next to it. My mind is racing; it hasn't stopped since Emily almost kissed me. I can't help but to wish I had kissed her, but I don't want us to rush anything. I just met the girl twelve hours ago.
I take my phone out of my sweater pocket and make sure she hasn't texted me. There was a text from an unknown number though. I slide my finger across the screen and open up my messages. I look at the one from the unknown number and smile.
I like art, shopping and hanging out with my friends. I like to drink mint tea and to sit with people even if I don't know them. Who am I?
I quickly tap my fingers on the screen and press send.
Hmm... Could it be Aria?
As I wait for a reply, I put the number in my contacts for Aria. She's hilarious, and I really am seeing a friendship starting. What is it with her and Emily? I meet them one day and one is my friend and the other I could possibly have feelings for? My phone vibrates and I laugh at her message.
Yes! Did you seriously have to think about that? Who else do you know that likes art, shopping, hanging out with friends, mint tea and sitting with people who they don't even know? I thought I was one of a kind.
How am I supposed to know that it was you? Maybe there was a creepy stalker in the coffee shop with us who knew everything and stole my number from you? I reply still laughing. This girl is my kind of crazy.
I grab my basket and head back to the elevator. I want to get home and watch an episode of America's Next Top Model before my laundry is done. Just as I walk into the elevator, I get a text from Aria.
Oh yeah, because it was SOOOO full today. With you, me and Emily for most of it. I bet Emily would totally be the stalker. I stare at the text and my heart speeds up again.
Every time I think about her, my body reacts in this weird way. It's new to me, this heart racing, palms sweating, thoughts racing feeling. I know it as nervousness, but I have never felt it in a good way. The feeling makes me feel happy and safe.
I don't bother responding to Aria, I don't want to talk about Emily. I am trying my best to forget about what just happened twenty minutes ago. I ran away from kissing a gorgeous woman, and I may never get the chance again.
The elevator stops at the tenth floor and I walk down the hallway. I reach the door that says 1010 and slide my key in the lock. I slip into my apartment quickly, knowing I don't want to chance seeing Emily.
I keep my eyes closed even though I'm awake. It's been three days since Emily and I almost kissed, and I haven't spoken to or seen Aria and Emily since. I know it seems like I'm avoiding them, and I kind of am. I don't know how to feel about what happened between Emily and I. Talking to Aria might confuse me even more about it so I just decided to avoid them.
I am forced out of bed due to knocking on my door. My heart races a little, hoping it'll be Emily. I know it's not though because the coffee shop is open and she's the only one working there still. Okay, maybe I have spoken to Aria a few times. I open the door and see a middle aged woman with her hair dyed brown. A woman I've come to know all too well the past year. The owner of the building.
"Ms. DiLaurentis, do you know what's coming up in 3 weeks? Your rent is due, and if it is late again this month, you'll have 3 days to get out. Understand?" She says with the wrinkles in her face showing. The past 4 months, I had been late on my rent. I couldn't keep a job for the life of me, so I tore into my college fund my mother saved for me before she died.
"Yes Mrs. Fitzroy. I promise I will have it for you bright and early the morning it's due." I say, tired of this conversation already. She glares at me and walks away. I hear her complaining about me to herself as she makes her way to the elevator. Something about us young hooligans always thinking we can cheat people older than us. I roll my eyes and close my door.
Where can I get a job? I think to myself and then I remember that I can get a job at Emily's coffee shop. I feel a little happier knowing that I am going to see her again. My happiness is short lived when I remember that I have been avoiding her for days.
I get dressed in shorts and a baggy t-shirt. I leave my straight hair down and check in the mirror near the door to make sure I look okay. When I'm happy with how I look, I grab my keys and head out the door.
Emily's POV
Today the shop is busier than yesterday. I have to rush around just to get everyone served quickly. I consider calling one of the teenagers that applied for a job when I have time. I really don't want a bunch of teenagers working for me, but I know I need help if the days are going to be this busy. When the last person in the long line reaches the counter, I am breathless.
"How may I help you?" I sputter out. When I look up to see who it is, my heart jumps into my throat.
That shade of blonde and the color of those eyes are hard to forget. It's Alison. I haven't seen her since the elevator doors closed, and I didn't think I would see her again. I felt bad for making a move on her; she probably doesn't even like me like that. At the same time, I am kind of mad that she hasn't spoken to me in 3 days. I know she talked to Aria a few times with short replies.
"I think it's how we can help each other. Any chance I could work for you? I need the money and you clearly need the help." Alison offers with her shy smile on her face. I nod and throw her an apron from under the counter.
"You'll start training when the lunch rush dies down, for now stay on cash." I order her. She nods, quickly tying up her hair and smiling at the next costumer.
I smile at her and watch as she takes the order. Treating the old man with a kindness most people don't have in big cities. She must be from a small town with that kindness. I start making the order as he says what he wants. I'm so glad that I have help; I'm even gladder that it's Alison.
"Thanks for your help today. I really needed it." I tell Alison as she washes the tables. I closed the shop at 5, 10 minutes ago. It's Saturday and tomorrow there is no work, thankfully.
"It was nothing, I really needed a job and I thought of you first." Alison yells over her shoulder.
I smile and stare at her as she concentrates on cleaning the table. She is biting her lip and her eyebrows are knit together. Her eyes have determination filling them and I can tell she needs this job very much. The silence continues for a few more minutes and I know one of us needs to break it before it gets awkward.
"I'm sorry for not talking to you for a few days. I just don't know how to feel about what happened. I think we should talk when we are done here." Alison mutters so quietly it sounds louder than it actually is.
"Don't worry about it, really it's my fault. I shouldn't have come onto you when we just met. I'm the one that should be sorry. It won't happen again, I know you don't like me in that way." I start to grab my stuff, noticing she's almost done.
"I do like you in that way, I think. I don't exactly know how or what to feel. I think we need to be friends for now. I don't want to rush into something when we know nothing about each other." I look up at Alison, and nod. She smiles slightly at me and walks over handing me the cloth she used to wash the tables. Suddenly, I have an idea. I walk to the door and take out my keys.
"Grab your stuff and come with me." I blurt out. Alison does as I say and jogs out the door. I lock up the shop and walk down the stairs.
"Follow me and don't ask questions." A look of fear flashes across Alison's face and I laugh.
"I'm not kidnapping you or killing you. I have something I want you to see." I continue to laugh and head towards the park while Alison walks beside me.
"Emily, where are we-" Alison starts and I cut her off.
"No questions remember?" Alison nods and I grab her hand.
She flinches slightly, but then gives in and lets me hold her hand. I drag her past to the middle of the park, where a big pond is. Alison smiles and lets go of my hand. I watch as she walks over to the pond and sits down on the sidewalk.
"You said we knew nothing about each other right? Well, this is my favorite spot in all of New York. Sometimes I walk here at night or whenever and lay in the grass thinking. It's where I was when I accidentally called you the other night. I love nature and the outdoors. My parents were big shots, they were realtors. They sold so many houses and we were forced to move so much. The only thing that never changed was the sky. People changed and so did the scenery, but it always was the same sky and same sun shining down on me." I tell Alison. She stares at me with her arms on her knees and her head on her arms. I smile at her and she smiles back.
"That's actually a beautiful story Emily." She whispers and scoots closer to me. I stare at her small pink lips and cute button nose. I wish I could kiss her, but I am respected the fact that she wants to be friends.
"What about your parents? What did they do?" I ask her curiously. Suddenly the smile is wiped off her face and she looks away from me. I instantly regret asking her that.
"Alison, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you." I tell her and touch her shoulder softly.
"It's not that… it's.."
Sorry to end it off like that you guys. Next chapter we find out more about Alison and her family. Even why her father is in jail. Review, follow/favorite, PM. :D hope you enjoyed it. I'll be updating again either later today or tomorrow.