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"Yep, nothing's happened to her. Why?" came Spencer's voice through the phone.

"Can you ask her to call me as soon as she can, please? She hasn't been picking up any of my calls," I pleaded.

There seemed to be a moment of hesitation before Spencer replied. "I'll let her know, sure."

"Thank you," I sighed out. I needed to talk to Alison now that I'd read her journal. She ended the call and I flopped back onto my bed. School should be out soon, which meant that Ali would probably call me soon. I had no idea what I needed to say to her, but we had to talk about this now. She'd written that she loved me. Was that still the case?

I waited around for hours, getting no calls from Alison. I was starting to get a little frustrated, and I was finally going to try to call her again when my mom called me down for dinner. Cursing under my breath, I brought my phone downstairs with me in case she finally called back while I was eating.

Why didn't Ali want to talk to me?

I decided that it didn't matter and that I would call her again after dinner.

AAA

"You need to call her, Alison," Spencer told me, and I pursed my lips.

"I can't, Spence," I argued. "I'm terrified of what she might say."

"What could be so bad about it?" Spencer asked, shaking her head like she didn't understand. "I thought you said it was about your feelings toward Emily."

"It is," I answered, "but if you'd been in love with someone hopelessly for years and then found out that he might have actually had similar feelings toward you at the same time, wouldn't you be mad? I'm just scared that she is going to wish I'd told her sooner or something."

"Well of course she'll wish that," Spencer stated, but continued talking before I could say anything, "but she won't be mad. You're finally being honest with her. If she's mad at all, it'll be because you haven't talked to her since you gave the thing to her. Because you haven't picked up any of her calls."

Suddenly, my phone began to ring for the first time in a few hours. I glanced down at it and saw Emily's name on my screen.

"Answer the damn phone, Alison!" Spencer exclaimed. I flashed her a glare, and declined the phone call. Then I opened a text message with shaky hands.

To Emily- I'll come over, okay?

From Emily- Why the hell haven't you called me, Ali?

To Emily- I'll be there in a few minutes.

"You have to take me to Emily's," I told Spencer, who gave me a confused look.

"But—"

"No buts. You want me to talk to Emily, right? I'd much rather do it in person than over the phone while you're here eavesdropping," I stated, looking at her pointedly. The brunette huffed and grabbed her keys off of her bed.

"Come on," she muttered, and we both stood and left her room. I was so nervous as we got into her car outside and she started driving us to Emily's place. "Are you going to call me when you want me to pick you up?"

"Sure, I'll do that," I agreed, swallowing thickly. When we pulled up in front of Emily's house, I got out and gave Spencer a quick wave before hurrying up to Emily's front door. I knocked on it, almost afraid of what was coming. Emily answered the door only a few seconds after I knocked, which made me guess that she'd been pacing in front of it waiting for me. "Hi."

"Hey," she returned, her voice sounding just as nervous as I was feeling and a lot less mad than I though it would sound. "Come on in. We need to talk."

I nodded in agreement and followed her inside and upstairs to her bedroom. She sat down on her bed when we got in there, but I stayed standing up. "I am so sorry that I didn't answer any of your phone calls."

"Why didn't you?" Emily demanded, her eyebrows furrowing a little bit.

"I was so terrified of what you would say," I admitted. "I've been freaking out all day. I barely got any sleep last night."

Emily's eyes searched mine for a moment. "Well, I read the whole thing. I can't believe that you kept that the whole time and never told me about it until now."

"I know, neither can I," I admitted. "I should've told you all of those things in there instead of just writing them down and then pushing them away."

Emily sighed and reached behind her on the bed, retrieving my journal. When I saw it, I inhaled sharply, imagining Emily turning through the pages and reading all of my thoughts. "It was like reading into your soul," she whispered in a strange voice.

I swallowed visibly and she looked up at me. After a few seconds, she extended her arm, handing me my journal. I took it carefully and lamely flipped through all of the pages before holding it shut and hugging it against my chest.

"Do you love me?" Emily asked in a strained whisper.

I blinked, and found two tears slip out and roll down my cheeks. I hadn't even been aware that there were any tears waiting to escape. I didn't wipe them away, though, I just looked straight at Emily. "Em… lately, you're all I can ever think of. When I'm not thinking about Mona or A or the police, I'm thinking about you."

"Ali," Emily pushed lightly.

I glanced up at the ceiling, trying to prevent more tears from falling, and then met Emily's eyes again. "I think I do, Em, but I'm so scared to say it."

"What are you so afraid of, Ali?" Emily asked softly, standing up in front of me. I pulled my journal away from where I'd been hugging it against my body and gestured to it.

"I'm scared of what my feelings will do to me," I admitted truthfully. "I'm scared to feel vulnerable. I'm scared to give anybody enough of me for them to really hurt me."

Emily let out a quiet breath, and I couldn't tell if it sounded relieved or upset. She reached out and took the journal out of my hands, and I just bit my lip and watched her. "Alison, you are vulnerable. You just don't let people know that. Showing it or not showing it doesn't change the fact that you are."

"Em…" My voice trailed off as I realized that I didn't know what I had been planning to say. She turned around and walked toward her end table, setting my journal on it carefully, and then she turned back and returned to her place standing in front of me.

"You can trust me, Ali," Emily promised, her voice sounding warm and comforting. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, and then I felt Emily's hands wrapping around my own. "I would never do anything to hurt you."

"I know you wouldn't," I agreed, my voice coming out quiet. "But… I'm also… I'm also afraid that if I say… if I say it, A or Mona or whoever will have more of a motive to go after you, and I don't want that."

"Hey, if anyone is going after you, then they're going after me, whether you love me or not. Because I'm never going to let anything happen to you. Are you forgetting who ran into your house and attacked the hooded person who was strangling you?"

I opened my eyes and gave her a half smile. "I'm just so scared of everything, Em."

"Well, so am I," she agreed, "but I feel safer when you're here."

I wet my lips nervously with my tongue. "I feel safer with you, too." She searched my face for a few moments, and then I pulled her toward me and into a hug. I sighed contently as I felt her wrap her arms around my waist. I took a deep, albeit shaky, breath, and spoke in a nearly silent whisper. "I love you, Emily."

"I love you, too, Ali," she whispered back, and I melted completely in her embrace. "I never stopped loving you, even when I tried to absolutely hate you. I don't think I'll ever stop loving you."

I pulled halfway out of our hug, her arms staying around my waist and my hands resting on her shoulders, and gave her a grateful smile. "Em?"

"Yeah?" she asked back.

"You were always mine before I was gone, if you know what I mean. I always just felt like you were my Emily," I stated, and Emily just looked at me, a slightly curious expression on her face. "I… I want to try something that I'm not really used to. I want… I want to be yours for once."

A smile grew instantly onto Emily's face. "Okay, then you can be mine."

My heart rate picked up and I couldn't help but smile. "Say that again."

"You are mine," Emily said slowly, grinning at me as she drew me in a little closer to her. "And I am yours."

EEE

Ali pressed her lips to mine softly, and my eyes flickered closed as I moved my lips against hers. After a few seconds, we pulled apart to search each other's expressions, and then our lips pressed together again, this time harder. Her hands moved from my shoulders as her arms wrapped around my neck to keep us closer together.

My tongue poked out of my mouth and touched her lips, which she instantly parted. My tongue gingerly touched against hers, and our tongues seemed to twist together. I tried to pull her impossibly closer, and she stepped forward a little bit, causing me to step backwards to stay balanced.

Ali pulled back out of our kiss and searched my face. Then she sighed, "Spencer is waiting for me to call her to pick me up."

"Maybe you can stay here tonight," I said in a shy whisper. "Spencer can bring you your stuff in the morning."

Alison smiled at me and nodded in agreement. She pulled away from me to take out her phone and text Spencer. In the meantime, I went over to my closet and got us both some pajamas to wear. Ali set her phone down when she was done, and I tossed her a tank top and some shorts.

When we were both ready for bed, I realized how tired I was from staying up all night the night before. I climbed into my bed, and Alison flipped off the light before joining me. We laid there, silent and not touching, for a few minutes, and then Alison spoke. "By the way, the girls know about the journal and what it's about."

"They do?" I asked, surprised.

"Aria saw it a few days ago, and she told Spencer and Hanna today when I was being forced to talk about you and me," Ali admitted. "So they sort of know the gist of what's going on."

"I'm sorry I didn't come to school today," I apologized suddenly. "I was just so tired from staying up all night reading."

"You didn't have to do that," Alison said quickly.

"I wasn't going to get any sleep anyway," I answered, letting her know that I didn't care that I'd stayed up all night reading her journal.

"Well, then you should probably get some sleep now," Ali suggested, and I nodded, turning on my side and closing my eyes. Suddenly, I felt Ali's arms snake around my middle and pull me close to her. I sighed happily and tangled my legs with hers under the blankets. "Goodnight, Em."

"Goodnight, Ali. I love you."

"I love you, too."

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