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Alison's POV
It's been a month since Emily and I last kissed. The night I told her everything about my father, was a night we haven't talked about since. We are closer now than before and I couldn't be happier. We are the only two that work at the coffee shop, but we don't mind.
I sit at my favorite table near the window in the coffee shop. It's my break and Aria is babbling on about some artist that is in the city this week.
"… And not only did she do an amazing replica of the Mona Lisa, she also has painted many famous paintings herself. I have been to every art museum in New York since I moved here" Aria smiles, proud of herself. I smile back at her and take a sip of my mint tea, my new favorite drink.
"We should go to one sometime, maybe you could teach me something about art." I offer. Aria's eyes light up and I know all too well that she is excited.
"Yes! Oh thank you Ali! I always have to go alone, and that's so boring. Emily never wants to come with me. Maybe you could convince her to come along?" I look over at Emily, who is taking an order of a middle aged man with brown graying hair.
"I will try my best Ar." I laugh. Aria and Emily are my best and only friends in New York. I couldn't have asked for anyone better. I check the time on my phone and realize my break is almost over. I frown and begin to chug my tea. As soon as I'm sure that I've gotten every last drop, I push my chair out and get to my feet.
"I've got to get back to work, anything you want?" I ask as I walk backwards towards the counter, my eyes not leaving Aria until I get an answer. She shakes her head and I turn around.
It's finally closing time and I plop into a chair, exhausted. The day was incredibly busy, the busiest day we've had in a long time. Emily laughs and sits in a chair across from me. As soon as her butt touches the chair, she breathes a sigh of relief.
"Where did all those people come from?" I ask, leaning against the back of the chair comfortably.
"Word must be getting around about my coffee shop. Bright side, we get more tips and you get a raise if it stays this busy." Emily pushes my half of the tips towards me and I begin to count them. I count $25.50 and look at Emily in shock.
"This is almost double what we usually get. I didn't think people would tip much in New York. I think everyone's got it wrong about people here. They aren't all mean, just some grouchy people." We laugh and Emily rolls her eyes.
"They just need to get laid and shut up." Emily whispers. I laugh harder and Emily gives me a knowing smile.
"Don't play innocent, Mrs. Ali. You're getting a little grouchy these days too. Maybe you need to get laid." My jaw drops and a blush creeps up into my cheeks.
I toss a dime at her and it hits her in the middle of the forehead. I erupt into laughter and nearly fall off my chair, causing Emily to erupt into her own fit of giggles. Emily heads behind the counter, still laughing, and grabs our stuff. She passes me my sweater and my keys.
"Thanks, Em." I slide my sweater on and shove my phone and my keys into my jeans pocket.
"You're welcome, grouchy." Emily smirks and lets out a small laugh. She bites her lip to contain her laughter as she slips her sweater over her head.
I punch her lightly in the arm and walk towards the door. As Emily locks up, I turn around remembering my conversation with Aria during my break.
"How do you feel about an art museum someday soon?" I ask, hoping she won't be difficult. Emily walks down the stairs with one eyebrow arched and a smile on her face.
"Did Aria tell you to ask me?" We begin to walk towards our building and I shove my hands in my pockets to keep them warm. It's getting a little colder as fall approaches.
"Not exactly… She more asked if I could convince you to come with us." I admit as I watch my feet while we walk.
"Oh no, she got to you. Don't do it Ali, I swear. I went with her to one in our hometown once. We were in middle school and I was so bored. I nearly clawed my eyes out after an hour." I laugh and roll my eyes. I bump into her purposely and she does it back.
"You're so dramatic Em. It can't be that terrible." I look up at Emily and see that she's looking at me like I grew an extra head.
"I think the coffee fumes are messing up your brain or something. I would rather shop with you for shoes or watch black and white movies with Aria than go to an art museum. If you made a bet with Aria that you could convince me, you just lost." We turn and walk up the steps to our building. Emily opens the door and holds it there for me. I walk through and smile for a thank you.
"Is shopping with me for shoes really that boring? I only get like 1 pair." I defend myself. Emily looks at me with the same look I got a few minutes ago.
"After 4 hours, you finally decide on that one pair Alison. It's boring to just watch you put on and take off shoes for 4 hours." Emily laughs and we step into the elevator.
"I thought you'd enjoy watching me take things off for 4 hours." I say with a smirk and a wink. I look down with my eyes wide. Did I just say that? I look back up at Emily, her cheeks burning red. We still have the same effect on each other that we had a month ago.
Emily's POV
Did Alison seriously just say she thinks I'd enjoy watching her strip for 4 hours? I mean, I probably would, but she doesn't know that. This isn't the first time she or I have made a flirty comment towards each other. We have been doing it every once in a while since we kissed. I told Aria about it and apparently so did Alison. It was weird, because Aria wasn't shocked like I thought she would be. She just said 'I told you so' and we moved on.
The silence in the elevator stretches on for a long time and I look down at my hands. I'm about to break the silence, when the elevator dings and the doors slide open. I gesture for Alison to get out first and she does. I get out after her and we continue to walk in silence until I reach my door. I turn to Alison and look into her blue eyes. My stomach fills with killer bees and my heart melts. My train of thought was now long gone, and my breath catches for a moment. I thought the feeling would go away after we got closer, but it's the same if not more intense now.
"So… text me later?" Alison asks, looking down at her shoes. I can tell she feels awkward and feels bad for saying what she did. I can tell that Alison thinks she said the wrong thing. I give her a tight hug, like I always do before we go our separate ways.
"Of course. I would enjoy it by the way." I smirk and open my door. I shut it as soon as I'm inside and listen as she hesitates for a second and then walks away.
I am just getting ready for a shower, when I get a picture message from Alison. I slide my finger across the screen of my cellphone and type in my password. I open our conversation and there is a picture of her taking off her sweater. I notice a caption and laugh as I read it out loud.
"Now stare at this for 4 hours, tell me if you get bored."
I continue to take off the rest of my clothes and step into the warm water. As the shampoo runs down my body and into the drain, I feel as if everything from today follows it. I can't stop thinking about Alison, no matter how hard I try. The picture floats into my mind as I turn off the water. Heat rushes to my cheeks and I know I'm blushing. I wrap a towel around me and step out of the shower.
I check my phone after I finally am dried off and dressed. I have a text message from Alison.
So, did you get bored yet?I laugh and quickly type a reply.
No, I took a shower. Would you like me to start the time now?
I turn on the TV and start watching some random show on the food channel. The woman is making some type of chicken lasagne I get to the first commercial before my phone buzzes, telling me I got a text message. I open the text and smile like an idiot at my phone, my heart fluttering slightly.
Wet and naked after just seeing a picture of me taking off a sweater? Damn, you're easy. ;)
I turn my TV off and get off the couch. I walk to my door, open it and walk down the hall barefoot. I reach Alison's door and knock quickly. I hear dishes and then footsteps approaching the door. I hear the lock click and the door swings open.
"Emily?" I hear the voice that turns my body to mush every time I hear it. I look up into her blue eyes and I forget why I showed up at her door. After a few minutes of silence, Alison's hand closes around my arm and she pulls me into her apartment.
"Did you interrupt my ice cream eating to stare, or is there a reason for you being here?" She laughs and picks up her bowl off the table near her couch. I sit on her couch, where we sit almost every Sunday.
"I'm not." I manage to finally get out. I meant to say it ten minutes ago, but I couldn't form words.
"What?" Alison asks confused. I laugh nervously and pick at the sleeves of my pyjama top.
"I'm not easy. I just stank and needed a shower." I whisper. Alison bursts into laughter and I bite my cheek to supress a smile. I push her over and she spills ice cream on her arm.
"Emily!" She stops laughing to look at her arm with disgust. It's my turn to laugh now.
"Clean it." She demands. I continue to laugh as I grab her arm. She gives me a dirty look and I lick the ice cream off her arm. Alison screams and yanks her arm away.
"Emily! You're gross." She rolls her eyes and wipes her arm on the ground before placing her bowl on the table. I giggle and tackle her, causing her to fall on the ground. I give her a quick peck on the lips, my heart pounding, and smile.
"Am I still gross?" I ask with a smirk on my face. Alison smiles with her eyes closed and nods.
I lean in slowly, kissing her softly at first and then harder. Our lips melt together, our bodies pressing together fitting perfectly. Our breathing is heavy and fast. I enjoy the moment, my head spinning. I feel her heart pounding against mine and continue to kiss her hard. I don't know how much time passes, but I finally pull away and we both have smiles on our faces.
"What about now?" I ask Alison again. A part of me hopes she says yes again, but I don't think she will.
"Definitely not." Alison answers, her breath choppy and hard.
I smile at her and know that now is the time to ask what I wanted to ask for the past week. I stand up and go to her bathroom. I look into the mirror and take a deep breath. My palms are sweating and my heart is pounding harder than ever before. I wipe my hands on my pants, splash water on my face then head back out to Alison. She's in the kitchen washing her bowl when I sneak up behind her. I yell and touch her shoulders suddenly. Alison screams and spins around. I laugh really hard and she glares as she tries to catch her breath.
"Emily, you're going to kill me someday." Alison whispers as I hug her. I feel bad that I scared her so bad, but it was hard not to.
"Sorry, I just had to take the chance and scare you." I whisper into her ear. She shudders slightly and I pull away from her, looking down at my feet.
"What? Emily?" Alison asks, lifting my chin with her finger. I smile and bite my lip nervously. Her eyes search my face, trying to figure out what I'm thinking.
"Go out with me tomorrow. On a date. You and me. No work. No Aria. Just us and whatever you choose to do." I offer. Alison smiles and hugs me tight. Our hearts pound at the same speed and I pull away from her. My eyes lock with hers and my eyes fill with curiosity.
"Okay, I'd love too!" She squeals as she touches her lips to mine. I smile and pull away before she can deepen it. I poke the tip of her nose and kiss her forehead.
"Finish your dishes and call me tomorrow, okay?" Alison nods and I walk out of her apartment. I do a little dance back to my apartment and my mind screams in happiness. My first thought is to call Aria, but it can wait for tomorrow morning.
There you guys go, I had no idea what I would write for this chapter, it all just kinda flowed out. Hope you guys like it and enjoy. Review and all that stuff. You guys are awesome! :D I won't be updating for a few days, I'm sorry.