A/N: I'm so happy with how this fanfic is going! I just finished Chapter Twelve, and I like the pace I'm going at :) My 12 Chapter, full document of LMLY without A/Ns is almost 30,000 words :)

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Emily woke up the next morning with a smile on her face. Her date the previous day had been absolutely amazing, and she was so looking forward to the next one. Today, though, she had to go to her first day of work at that pastry shop.

It opened pretty early, and she'd been instructed via email that she worked the first shift. When they hired her, which was right when she applied, they also gave her a key to the place. So she got up, showered, got dressed into jeans and the t-shirt that she had to wear for the place, and then headed out. She really wanted to text Ali, but she didn't know if that was weird. She didn't want to do anything wrong.

On her way out, she ran into Aria. "Oh, hey Emily!" Aria greeted her with a grin.

"Hey," Emily returned with a smile.

"How was your date?" she asked. Emily couldn't help that her smile widened and her eyes sparkled at the mention of her date.

"It was good," Emily returned shyly as they walked out of the building together.

"That's good," Aria replied, smiling as well. "Where are you off to?"

"Work," Emily answered. "Gotta pay for this new apartment somehow."

Aria gave an understanding smile. "Ali works at the Grille from ten to one," Aria told her with a sly grin. "I think she would like it if you stopped by during your lunch break."

Emily felt a small blush break out over her cheeks at the mention of Ali. "Alright, I'll keep that in mind."

"See you later, Em," Aria said, waving as they parted ways. Emily returned the wave and then headed to her own car, a smile plastered onto her face. If Emily was going to work the morning shift at the pastry and coffee shop every morning, and Alison worked the same lunch shift every day, then could she always go over there at lunch time and see her? The idea excited her, because the idea of seeing Alison excited her.

She couldn't stop thinking of Alison during her whole drive to the shop, and she figured that if that became a regular thing, she would eventually get into a car accident. Em, chill out. She took out her key and unlocked the door to the place, and when she stepped in, the smell of coffee and cupcakes came over her. She was pretty sure that there was a bigger coffee shop about ten minutes away, so she didn't know who really shopped at this place. Probably people who worked in the area.

She flipped the sign to say "Open", and then stepped behind the counter. She set her bag under the counter, put her phone on top of the counter, and then made herself a coffee. The person who had hired her the other day said that she was allowed to have one for free every day, and after that, she would have to pay for it.

People actually starting coming in almost as soon as it was open to buy coffee, and that's when Emily realized everyone who worked early in the area had to get their coffee somewhere, and they probably didn't have time to go to the place that was ten minutes away, which she recalled was called the Brew.

As the morning rush seemed to come to an end, Emily used her phone to turn on some music. She had a feeling that standing around here until two, when her shift was over, was going to get boring. Her lunch break was at eleven-thirty, and she had thirty minutes for it. That meant thirty minutes of hanging with Alison, and she was probably a little too excited for it. She considered texting Ali multiple times, but decided against it. If Ali wanted to text her, she would, right? Of course, Alison could be sitting somewhere thinking the exact same thing.

A little before ten, Emily found herself staring out the window of the shop, looking across the street by the Grille. She saw Ali unlock the place and go inside to start her shift. Sighing, stared at the door to the Grille a little longer, before deciding that it did nothing.

Then she got a text message.

From Ali- You know, sometimes staring looks a lot like stalking. (;

Emily blushed as she stepped away from the window. Alison must've seen her staring at the door through a window or something.

To Ali- Lol, I promise, I'm not stalking you.

From Ali- I wouldn't blame you if you were. What time is your lunch break?

To Ali- 11:30

From Ali- Do you maybe wanna come over here for that?

To Ali- Sure. (: See you then.

A guy walked into the shop just as Emily set her phone down. "Hi, what can I get you?" Emily asked.

The guy blinked. "Um, I was under the impression that someone else worked this shift."

"I just started today," Emily replied.

"Any idea what shift Alison works?" the guy asked. Emily swallowed. Who was this guy and why was he looking for Alison at her old job?

"I don't think she works here anymore," she said.

"She did a few weeks ago," he argued.

"She doesn't anymore," Emily countered.

He groaned. "Okay. Thanks anyway." And he was gone. Emily watched him look around through the window, like he was trying to decide where to look for Alison. Emily had a sneaking suspicion that he was her ex-boyfriend or something, although she really hoped she was wrong. She got jealous relatively easily.

He finally walked away, and she sighed. She needed to stop overreacting to things involving Alison. If anyone could read her mind and see how much she thought about Ali, they would probably say she was being downright creepy.

She couldn't help but wonder if Alison thought about her as much as she thought about Alison.

Few people came in between then and eleven-thirty. When it did reach her lunch break, she grabbed her phone and her purse and left the shop. She turned the sign so that it said "Closed" and locked the door. She looked for cars on the street and then crossed it, her heart beating quickly. She was about to see Ali again.

She opened the door and the little bell on it jingled. "Ali?" she called through the empty place. She was beginning to realize that practically no one came to this place during Ali's shift.

Alison came out of the kitchen bearing two plates of food, two salads. She set one on the bar in front of a stool and the other in front of her. "Come on in," she said, smiling at Emily.

Emily returned the smile and made her way to the bar. She sat on the stool across from where Ali was standing. "Thanks for the salad," she said.

"No problem. And you don't have to pay for it either," Alison insisted, already knowing what else Emily was planning on saying.

"Are you sure?" Emily asked.

"I'm positive," Alison insisted. "So, how's working at the shop over there?"

"Pretty good. Everyone comes in at opening, and then the place is practically empty," Emily answered. "It gets kind of boring over there all alone."

"I know what you mean," Ali agreed. Emily thought about asking Ali about the guy that came in looking for her, but she decided not to bring it up. "I used to work that same shift."

"Really? Do you always get stuck with the first shift?" Emily asked with a chuckle, looking around the empty restaurant.

"Guess so," Ali answered. "But it's fine. Less work, same pay."

Emily smirked. "True."

"Do you like being back in Rosewood, or is it a total bore compared to Philadelphia?" Alison wondered, taking a bite of her salad. Emily took a bite of her own salad.

"There is less stuff to do here, but I don't mind being back. Plus, it's nice knowing people here," Emily added, smiling. Ali returned the smile with a sweet one of her own, that totally made Emily almost choke on her food. Luckily, she managed not to do anything obviously strange and swallowed her food.

"You should hang out with me and my friends this weekend," Alison suggested. "We usually hang out on Sundays, since all of us but Hanna usually have it off."

"Sure, I can hang out on Sunday. I don't work that day," Emily agreed, her heart beating fast again. She was hanging out with Ali and her friends at once. She wasn't exactly sure how that was going to turn out, but she was fine with it as long as she got to be with Alison.

"Great!" Ali exclaimed with a smile. "So how's your salad?"

"It's really good," Emily admitted. "Are you the only one who works here in the morning?"

"Out here, yeah. There's one other person in the kitchen," Alison answered. "He usually just sleeps though, until I need him to actually cook something, which isn't usual."

Emily gave a light laugh, and Alison smiled when she heard it.

"Hey, what are you doing Saturday night?" Alison asked.

"Nothing, why?" Emily asked, giving the blonde a knowing smile.

"Do you want to go out again? Not to eat, but something fun. I have a great idea," Alison explained.

"Sure, but I thought I was taking you out next," Emily said, raising an eyebrow at the blonde.

"You're taking me out to a restaurant next," Alison corrected. "So this doesn't count."

Emily laughed. "Alright, sounds good to me."

"Good," Ali said with a smile.

Emily glanced at her phone, and found that she had only a few minutes left before her break was over. "Hey, thanks for the salad. I should probably head back over to the shop."

"Alright," Alison said, and Emily heard disappointment in her voice. "We should do this again tomorrow."

"It's a date," Emily agreed, winking at Alison as she stood up and grabbed her purse. "See you later."

"Y-yeah, see you," she heard Alison stutter out as she walked toward the door with a small smirk on her face.

AAA

She winked at me. Alison was used to making other people feel nervous, but when Emily winked at her... just wow. And it wasn't the bad kind of nervous, but the good kind that turned Ali's knees into gel, and made her skin heat up a little bit.

It wasn't like she could help it. Emily was hot, and when she winked, she was even more hot. Simple as that. It wasn't hard to believe that Emily had been a swimmer for eight years. Her body was totally lean, and her legs... oh those legs.

Alison took a deep breath and shook her head. This girl was going to be the death of her. She was just too beautiful, too hot, too sweet, too cute, too... ugh, she was just amazing. Alison had this horrible feeling that she was already falling for that gorgeous brunette.

It was only horrible, because she'd never really done that before. Fallen in love. Her relationships were always very one sided and short lived. She'd never really felt connected or truly interested in guys that she used to date. Was that a sign that she was indeed gay? She was, after all, dating a girl. Did that make her gay?

She shook her head again, deciding that she needed to stop stressing over it. She didn't need a label to date a girl. She liked Emily, and Emily liked her. There was nothing wrong or weird about it. She didn't need a label to date her, and that was that.

Sighing, she glanced at the clock. One more hour, and she could be out of this place. She wondered if Emily would mind if she went over to the shop and hung out over there until she got off. If she was working the exact same shift as Ali used to work, then it was over at two.

Unfortunately, she remembered that she couldn't. Her mom had invited her over to have lunch. Even though she and her mom lived in the same town still, she didn't see her very often, and that was mostly because Jessica DiLaurentis was always busy.

So she wouldn't get to see Emily after her shift, but maybe she would happen to run into her later. And if not, at least she would get to see her tomorrow, Saturday and Sunday.

Alison had a really strong feeling that this was going to turn into something really good.

I just realized how often I called Ali "Alison", and now when I'm writing I'm always catching myself writing "Ali" all the time haha... I like to have both mixed in, dunno why lol.

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GUYS! I ACTUALLY FINALLY HAVE A FUNNY(ISH) STORY FOR YOU!

So yesterday was A Is For Answers, obviously, and I was so totally emotionally wrecked after watching it and watching Glee 100. So I got to school this morning, and my friend immediately came up to me and started ranting to me about the PLL episode. We were going back and forth, and then my other friend is over there covering her ears bc she hadn't gotten to see it yet. So then when we started to talk less intently about it all, I said something about a past episode or something, I think it was something about Season 4, but I can't remember.

And my friend who had been covering her ears looked at me and asked me, "How much of Pretty Little Liars have you actually seen?"

Lol I just like looked at her and I was like "Every episode. Like, all of them. More than once."

Like lol... I might've just recently caught up but I know what I'm talking about... lol

Yeah so my funny story wasn't particularly funny lol... but yeah it's a story so it still counts. You all should send some funny stories in your reviews :DD

Sorry that story was so long XD Have a great day my loves! Please review!