Her upper lip twitched when Emily asked if she wanted to leave the wedding and go have food – her treat. This was something that, in the past, Emily may not have offered to her or anyone, for that matter. Alison may have been the one to ask, if anyone at all, and they probably would have made an appearance at the reception, Emily suffering alongside Spencer, Hanna, and Aria, while Alison watched from afar and maybe convinced someone to go home with her. That was what weddings were for, weren’t they?
The smile, however prominent, faded from her face as she remembered that Emily’s father had passed some time before they all decided to go their separate ways and leave Rosewood. Before now, it had been the last time that Alison touched Emily, her hand growing stiff from holding the other girl’s in her own, praying that Emily wouldn’t ever let go. She did, however which was fine – Alison knew that they couldn’t stay glued palm-to-palm forever. When the service was over, Alison grabbed Emily by the shoulders, looked into her eyes, and told her, “We will fix this.”
They’d spoken no more than an hour total since then. She felt like a fraud, even more so than when she returned from the faux dead and even more than when she found out she’d had a brother named Charlie who was a bit older than Jason. Emily did these kinds of things to her. She made Alison feel.
❝ Okay, I’ll go – but only if I’m allowed to buy you a drink after. ❞
The blonde took Emily’s hand and they were out the door in no time at all. Though she knew that no one would see her and Emily leave, Alison still looked around, making sure that they were invisible. She didn’t want anyone to see Emily with her, not unless Emily was okay with that. From what went on at the ceremony, it seemed like her secret would have to stay with Alison.
The church was, thankfully, close to numerous small places for them to eat. Alison didn’t want to go to The Brew incase Ezra still owned it and one of his many minions told him they saw the Alison DiLaurentis there… So she chose the next best thing: a small Italian restaurant on the corner of the street.
In no time at all, Alison was sitting across from Emily, her menu propped open in front of her. It was easy to get distracted by having Emily Fields in front of her, the dim lights making the tanned girl’s skin seem to glow, but Alison already knew what she wanted to order. The real thing here was that she got to know Emily again, even if it was just for these next few days she was in town.
❝ So, the National Guard… I agree with your mom, your dad would be ecstatic. How do you like it? Do you have many years left? Have you met any interesting people in there? Are you staying safe? Because I watched a documentary about the army and sexual assault and – ❞
Thankfully, the waiter came and cut her rambling off. Why did she bring up a topic like that? Her stomach churned as she realized that she was probably nervous. Of course she was, it was such a weak but human thing to be. She nodded as the waiter poured her a glass of red wine and then turned to Emily, asking if she wanted red or white. When he left, giving Emily the preferred beverage before doing so, Alison spoke once more.
❝ How is your mom, by the way? Is she still in Rosewood? ❞
the stipulation to getting alison to go was allowing her to buy her a drink after and emily had no problem with that whatsoever. the trip there was a short one. she made sure to shoot hanna a text and let her know where she was going so no one would worry. and if hanna decided to tell the other girls then so be it; after all, she wasn’t doing anything she was ashamed of in the least. the way she’d behaved at the actual wedding had been ridiculous, cowering in the shadow of the other girls while they all decided to pretend one of their childhood friends didn’t exist. she was her own person, not some mindless follower.
once inside she sat in the seat across from alison and once they were settled in her lips twitched up into a smile at the barrage of questions she was being asked. alison was silenced when the waiter came over to offer them a glass of wine, to which they both accepted. red wine had always been emily’s favorite. once the man was gone alison asked another question before she decided to let emily have the floor. she could barely remember all of the questions she’d asked before but she’d try to answer all of them. after all, there were plenty of things she wanted to ask alison as well. there was so much about her life she didn’t know. too much.
❛ my mom isn’t in rosewood, actually. right now she’s back in michigan. she grew up there and i think it just makes her feel a little better to be back in her hometown. i offered to let her move in with me but she is who she is and decided that would ‘hold me back’ or something like that. honestly i think she just didn’t want to live in portland. ❜
emily gave a small shrug and took a sip of her wine while she racked her brain over the other questions alison had asked her. she opened her mouth to answer when the waiter came back to take their orders. when she was finished with hers--a soup and salad--she focused her attention on alison, as did the waiter. while she ordered emily simply watched her. she took in the loose blonde waves that cascaded over her shoulders and the lines of her neck and jaw, and her eyes wandered to the curves of her lips just as the waiter finished up. her focus was pulled back up to alison’s eyes and she flashed an almost sheepish smile.
❛ as far as the national guard... -- i’ve met a few interesting people, but no one too special. and i tend to avoid the fact that i’m a lesbian all together, not because i’m ashamed of it--obviously--but because the amount of he-men around who think they can change your mind by sleeping with you. but, yes, i’ve played it safe. and i’ve managed to get by. other than people like that i really enjoy it. i’m happy. ❜
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