EMILY'S P. O. V
"Oh Em, how damaged your hair is." said Alison as she ran her soft fingers through my hair.
We were seated on the carpet floor in the Rosewood High library, when Alison wanted to show
me the most amazing book.
"Yeah, I was thinking of quitting the swim team." I mumbled back to her; staring at the floor.
"Oh no Emily; you can't do that!" shouted Alison; pulling her fingers out of my hair.
"And why is that?" I asked her with a smile as I leaned closer to her.
"If I'm not mistaken, it seems like you are flirting with me." Alison said with a small grin.
"And what if I am?" I asked her, leaning closer and closer.
"Ew gross, that's not right!" yelled out Alison; standing up.
My eyes started to tear up, I hated the feeling of rejection. It's terribly heartbreaking. I stood up
right after her, following her across the lane.
"How about that kiss, that magical moment we had before?" I asked her with knitted eyebrows.
"That meant nothing!" Alison shrieked.
"I think it meant something. I felt a spark. You know you did too!" I told her with a frown.
Alison stared at my eyes for a few moments, saying absolutely nothing. Her eyes were full of
shine, but the wrinkles on her clear forehead and the frown on her lips looked the opposite.
"Oh Emily, a kiss is nothing but an enticing moment between two people. It may seem perfect
for one person, but may feel like nothing to the other. In this case, you should forget about it
and find another girl to mess around with. I like boys, not slutty girls that just look for make-out
sessions with me." Alison exclaimed suddenly; her perfect lips curling up into a tricky smile.
My eyes flickered up from one of the most painful dreams in the world. Actually,
all dreams I have of Alison are painful. That beautiful blond, bouncy hair, icy blue
eyes, gorgeous tinted pink lips and the world's perfect complexion. I was in love
with her, the very moment she talked to me. My phone rang quietly at my desk,
making annoying noises. I slowly stood up from my hot bed, and fixed my
laced underwear that were slightly curled up. I flipped open my Nokia and said,
"Hello?"
"Hey Em, it's Aria." called out a high-pitched voice over the phone.
"Oh, hey Aria." I replied slowly with a yawn.
"Listen, I need to talk to you and Spencer. Come to the barn in 20." Aria told me.
"Okay, I'll be there." I whispered quickly and hung up.
-20 minutes later-
I whisked out of my Honda and made my way inside the Rosewood Park forest.
Oh how I hate this place: the annoying dirt smell, the thick trees, the freezing cold
temperature, the fruit flies that hit your face and the haunting memories. The
memories of that terrible sleepover. Why did we ever have to have a sleepover
here? Like what the-? I climbed up the steep dirt hill which led to the barn, the
old abandoned wooden shack that used to be someone's home a long time ago.
I saw Spencer and Aria standing next to the entrance, waving at me slowly.
"What's wrong?" I asked Aria as soon as I reached them a minute later.
"Yesterday I asked my dad if Hanna can stay at my house until school starts. At
first he said no. So I had to blackmail him into thinking I will run away again if
he would say no. Now I'm worried, was that wrong to do?" asked Aria.
"Aria! Of course it's wrong! Your parents are always right." I said.
"Parents are a pain in the ass. Honestly, I would have done the same. She needs a
home for a while; imagine her life with her dad!" said Spencer, facing the ground.
"I wouldn't stand it, in my opinion."
"Yes but, she blackmailed her dad." I mumbled quietly.
"That doesn't matter; he needs to start respecting Aria." Spencer shouted out.
Suddenly the ring appeared in my mind; the ring Hanna and I found here. At one
point, I remember seeing Alison wearing it on her pinky. It shone in the light.
"Alison; it was hers." I spoke so quietly I doubt they heard me.
"What did you say?" asked Aria with a raised eyebrow.
"The ring Hanna and I found; I remember seeing Alison wearing it!" I shouted.
"Why would Alison be wearing a ring that had a C on it?" asked Spencer.
"Remember Alison's twin? The one we met in Spain? She said she was the real
Alison and the Alison we knew had taken her place. But what was her real name?
I totally forgot." I said; trying to search my memory.
"Um, I think it was Courtney." said Aria with a gasp.
"Courtney! It starts with a C." I told them with a grin.
"So, you want to say that the twin is alive, here?" asked Spencer curiously.
"No, the Alison we knew, her name was Courtney." I corrected her.
"Oh, so you think Ali is alive? Funny shit Em." screamed Spencer.
"The police found her body. Out there in her backyard."
"Okay, I don't know. This is awfully confusing." I told them.
-A Few Hours Later-
I was sitting the living room, watching 90210 patiently. I was on Season 5 Episode
8. I am pretty behind, I missed a few episodes. I was snacking on Half Baked ice
cream by Ben & Jerry. It was just chocolate & caramel heaven. I loved this. Of
course, the main thing I was thinking about was Alison and the ring she wore
a couple years ago. It was still not understandable: How did those twins live,
knowing one of them is locked in a mental institution? My mom was out and
about, I wasn't sure where. Possibly at work, I haven't talked to her lately. My
dad is returning home in a couple days, which is exciting. I miss him; it's hard
having one of your parents in the army. Ding dong! The doorbell sounded. Whoa,
guests at 6 o'clock in the evening? Fun. I quickly turned the TV off and shoved
the ice cream back into the freezer. I wiped my mouth in case of any chocolate
and headed for the front door. As I opened it, beautiful hazel eyes looked at me.
"Zoey!" I shouted out, hugging her.
"Haven't talked lately. Wanted to come by." said Zoey; walking into the foyer.
"You have a really nice house. Anyone home?"
"No, my mom's out somewhere. Dad's in Afghanistan." I answered.
"Good. I wanted to talk." said Zoey with a smile.
She walked me up to my bedroom and sat me onto my double bed. It was sort of
exciting; because she looked really happy. I hope this is good news for me too.
"I am a little worried about our relationship. We have been dating for a while,
and it seems like you don't care." Zoey told me with an awkward grin.
"Oh no, I love you a lot. I just have so much on my mind." I told her.
"Which is why I want to go somewhere; with you." Zoey started.
"I bought two tickets for the Bahamas!"
"Oh my, really?!" I cried out in happiness.
Before I noticed it, I kissed her and we laid together on my bed talking about our
plans for the Bahamas.