Darren had some very important and exciting news to share with Jenna. There were only a few weeks left until Stefani’s birthday and he was excited and nervous and filled with jitters. He took a deep breath and licked over his lips. Today he was going to lunch and ice cream with Jenna. First off, he was hungry, even after a big breakfast he had with Amore and Stef. And then to pass some time before leaving, he went to the studio and worked on some new material, with his mood being pretty great, it was the perfect time to do some writing.
He sent his friend a text to confirm where they were going to rendezvous for their lunch date. He kissed Stef and Amore goodbye, getting a squeal of delight from the tot. Darren chuckled, then grabbed his jacket and headed out, towards Blackbeard’s.
When he arrived, he waited by the front of the restaurant and licked over his lips, watching out for his friend. He started to go through how he was going to spill the news, without starting to ramble again.
Description: Emily and Alison meet for the first time in Middle School, and through a ton of perusasive words on Alison’s part, a friendship begins. Not before Emily gets a major makeover, of course.
Notes: Flashback para to celebrate the one year anniversary of this RP!
Emily 's teeth sunk into her bottom lip as the girl timidly walked through the halls, her binder pressed against her chest. She was avoiding the different students in the hallway, struggling to find her classroom for homeroom as she looked around. Her orbs scanned past one of the room numbers. 124 , she read to herself, noting that it must have been two doors down from where she was at the moment. Her hair was pulled into a high bun, and she felt like she stood out like a sore thumb in a group of much older-looking students. Walking quickly to the classroom, she was welcomed by a teacher, who smiled at her and handed her a piece of paper that asked for her information. Emily nervously smiled back, her eyes casting down as she proceeded into the room. There were only a handful of students there, and she picked a seat in the middle, settling two rows over from a blonde. Quietly, Emily placed her backpack down on the floor, taking out a notebook and a pencil. She was shy, and avoided people's eye contact unless it was a teacher, because she had to show respect. Crossing her arms, she sat comfortably in the seat, her gaze on the board in front of the room.
Alison glanced into the mirror in her locker, touching up on her makeup and her blonde hair, which she had worn straight that day. She looked fabulous, as per usual, and with good reason- it was the first day of sixth grade, and she had to look better than everyone else. She had been the undisputed queen bee in fifth grade, and she fully intended to make the same thing happen here- she was a leader, not a follower. "Riley, Naomi, c'mon," she barked at her lameo lackeys. They weren't too great in the brains department, but they were pretty enough to do. Until she found better replacements, anyway. They headed into their science classroom, and Alison took a seat. "We're going to do a little get-to-know-you activity," the kind-looking teacher said. She surveyed the classroom, making sure everyone was partnered up, and then her eyes fell on a dark-haired girl who was sitting by herself. "Ali, honey, can you move over by Emily, please?" She asked. Alison rolled her eyes as she stood up, grumbling to herself as she sat down beside the girl.
Emily scrunched her eyebrows together, looking up at the teacher as she said her name. But she felt a presence next to her, looking to see that it was the blonde girl she saw when she walked in earlier. Emily turned her attention back to the board, listening as the teacher began. "Okay, so, you're going to interview each other, and then once you have the sheet completed, hand it in. I'll go over the classroom rules afterwards and what's expected of you this year in my class. So please, begin working with your partner. You have 15 minutes to do this." The teacher nodded politely to the class and turned to her desk, where she started taking small stacks of papers from her folder and separated them on the long table to the side of the room. Emily sighed a little bit, her nerves returning. She was afraid of making a fool out of herself in front of her peers, and she knew this girl must have been popular. "U-uh...so we should start." she said, her voice quiet. She wrote her name legibly across the top of her own paper, briefly looking at the other girl.
Alison "You think?" Alison snapped, pissed off that she had to work with some girl she didn't know and who looked totally lame instead of with her friends. She wrote her own name on her paper, discreetly studying Emily when she wasn't looking. She was pretty, but she seemed like a goody-two-shoes. She thought that if Emily took her hair down and wore better clothes (the thrift store was so and gained a more confident posture she might be able to become popular. She certainly wasn't as lame as Mona. Alison took out a pack of gum, taking a piece for herself. "You want?" She asked Emily.
Emily flinched a little when Alison snapped at her, her eyes going back down to her paper. What did she do wrong? "Sorry. I'm sorry." she said, gulping a little bit. She turned her head over to the group next to them, seeing that they were getting along and seemed to be ahead in their interview, unlike Alison and Emily. But her attention was wavered when she heard the blonde's voice, her eyes looking down at the gum, in which she quickly shook her head. "No, thank you." she said, a glimmer of a polite smile on her face. As soon as it was there, it faded, and she turned her attention to the sheet of paper again. "I'll interview you first... I know you're Alison..do you have a preference between Ali or Alison?" she asked, as she didn't want to get off the wrong foot - again.
Alison "Suit yourself." Alison put the pack of gum back in her purse, beginning to chew hers and idly throwing her hair back away from her face. "Only my parents call me Alison," she said with a shrug of her shoulders. "Call me Ali. But it's spelled A-L-I, not any dumb double 'L' or 'Y' or anything like that."
Emily "Alright." Emily simply said, writing down Ali's name next to the first question. She was pretty intimidated by the blonde, seeing how she had so much confidence and control for a student their age. "What's your favorite and least favorite subject?" Emily read from the paper, her eyes slowly focusing on Alison's face.
Alison "Who made these questions, a kindergartner?" Alison remarked snidely, raising a perfectly groomed eyebrow. "I hate math. My favorite subject is the one where I get to leave."
Emily let a smile sweep across her lips, shaking her head at how sassy the other girl was. "But I think she'd want a serious answer, so at least make it up..." Emily said, a little bit amused.
Alison "What, that isn't a serious answer?" Alison asked, pretending to be shocked as she put a hand to her heart. "Put down English, then."
Emily scribbled down the answer, and then read the next question, thankful there were only about three-four left. Just sitting next to this girl that was well-known made her want to crawl under a rock. "Favorite celebrities, and TV show is the next one." Even Emily thought these questions were pretty bad, but she fought back the unamused look on her face, awaiting Alison's reply.
Alison answered the last few questions, each one stupider than the next, and then finally they were done with Ali. "Okay, favorite and least favorite subject?" She asked Emily.
Emily placed her pencil down, shrugging in response. "Favorite subject can be math or English. I can't really tolerate Science classes though." she fidgeted during the last part, looking over at the teacher to make sure she wasn't paying attention.
Alison "Great to have you as a lab partner, then," she said, writing that down. "You're not gonna set my hair on fire or anything, are you?"
Emily 's eyes widened. "N-no.. why would I do that for?" she shook her head instantly. "If it's really a problem working with me, ask her for a new partner."
Alison "Relax, Emily," she said, laughing at the other girl's nervousness. She wasn't surprised- Ali knew she was a force to be reckoned with. "I was joking."
Emily still had that slight fear and anxiety on her face, her cheeks flushing bright pink in embarrassment. "Oh.. I didn't know.. you seemed serious."
Alison "Yeah, I know." She gathered her and Emily's papers, getting up and giving them to the teacher. "Have you ever worn makeup?" She asked when she returned, cocking her head.
Emily 's could hear the chatter of students conversing around them as Alison got up to hand in their papers, and Emily expressed a quiet thank you when she turned to her seat. The question took her off-guard, since she thought Alison would happily skip back to her friends. But she remained in the same seat. "Only sometimes.. if my parents and I go out to dinner or a fancy occasion. But I don't wear alot." she shrugged.
Alison "You should. All the popular girls do." She examined Emily more fully than she had when she had just given her that quick once over. She was a little on the tall side and she wasn't quite curvy yet like Ali- she had been an early bloomer, but she had potential. "And you should wear a regular bra. Training bras aren't gonna work for much longer," she advised.
Emily did a double take at Alison and then her own shirt. How did she even know she was wearing a training bra? She made sure to wear layers, just like her mom told her to, and she didn't think it'd be obvious. She reached down to the zipper of her sweatshirt, zipping it up all the way to hide whatever Alison was seeing. She crossed her arms over her chest. "Thanks.. I'll see what I can do.. and I'm not one to fit into the popular group." she said. Emily was insecure in herself, and she hardly had confidence. "Must feel nice to be popular, though."
Alison "Why? Being a loner-" Alison spit the word out the way her mother always said the word 'homosexual,' whatever that meant, "is no fun. And I'm the coolest girl in Rosewood- if I accept you, everyone does." She leaned in closer to Emily, voice lowering. "And honestly, I've been looking for an excuse to drop my dimbo dumbo friends. I need friends who can keep up with me, you know?"
Emily felt like this was a joke being played on her. Why wouldn't it be? Alison was popular, and she was not . "Why, what's wrong with them? They seem to be pretty cooler than I am.. you really won't gain anything from being around me, Ali." she whispered back. Although now, the idea was slowly coming around to her. She was always lonely and rarely had any friends. Maybe it'd be a good chance to make friends that'd stay around for once.
Alison "They're dumb as a brick wall. Possibly even dumber." Alison rolled her eyes. If there was one of the thing shd couldn't stand it was stupidity- she was far too smart to have much tolerance for idiots. "What will I gain? Easy. You can help me with my math homework-" she shot the other girl a grin. "And there's nothing I love more than a good makeover."
Emily looked over Alison's shoulder, looking at her friends that were filing their nails, pretty slowly too, in Em's opinion. But her eyes went back to Alison's, and then to her desk as she fidgeted once more. She did sound convincing, and seemed serious about it. Maybe she wouldn't have to worry about eating lunch or doing work by herself anymore with Alison around. She was actually much nicer too, even if they had gotten off on a bad note. "Alright.. you win. I'll be your friend." she smiled, nodding.
Alison "That's what I thought." Alison was a bully to people she didn't like (which was most people), she knew that, but with her charismatic personality it was nearly impossible to reject an offer of friendship from her. "You should come with me to see my stylist," she said, nodding. "She'll show you how to do your hair properly."
Emily gave Alison an unsure look. How could her hair be styled anyways? It was long and thick, and took her forever to even dry it on a good day. "But my hair's a disaster to work with." she chuckled.
Alison "It takes time and pain to be beautiful, but it's so worth it," Alison quipped. "I mean, look at me. I make it look effortless, but do you think I get out of bed like this? Heck no."
Emily rarely took the time to make herself look as good. Alison however, never seemed to have an off day with fashion or her looks, and sometimes Emily wished she could take the time to do that, but she never knew how. She simply nodded, a little smile on her lips. It was definitely going to be interesting being friends with this girl, she could tell that much already.
Alison "Okay, quiet down now, class!" The teacher said at that moment. She began to go over the syllabus and rules with them, telling them what was and wasn't acceptable. Alison neatly ripped a sheet of paper out of her notebook, beginning to write: "Meet me at my locker after school. #3205." She slipped it to Emily quietly.
Emily slightly jumped in her seat at her teacher's remark, her eyes facing the board. Beginning to write notes in her book, she felt a sheet of paper get passed to her. She felt curious, knowing that passing notes would probably get her in trouble, but she had to look. She wrote out a quick 'okay', making a note to herself mentally that their lockers were just across the hall from each other's, making it easier.
Alison Soon the bell rang and Alison got up, heading to the rest of her classes without a problem. They had a few other classes together, too, and lunch even though they didn't go there that day because it was a half day. Finally, school was over and she went to wait at her locker for Emily.
Emily followed her schedule for the rest of the day, seeing familiar faces such as Alison, and before long, they were dismissed at 12 noon. Emily headed to her locker, where she saw Alison across the hall, giving her a little wave, and then switching her books in her bag for the ones she only needed for the small amount of homework they got.
Alison waved back at Emily, heading over to where she was across the hall. "You ready to go?" She asked the other girl, raising an eyebrow. "My mom always picks me up out front."
Emily nodded timidly, double-checking her backpack before closing her locker. "Yeah, I'm ready.. but are you sure your mom would be okay with picking us both up?" she asked, quietly.
Alison "Sure she will be." Ali gave Emily an easy smile. "Has anyone ever told you you worry way too much?" She asked, taking the girl's arm and beginning to lead her to the parking lot.
Emily "I do?" Emily asked. She could feel the stares on them as they walked through the halls, and the brunette lowered her head, not looking at anyone.
Alison could feel the stares on them, but she was used to it. Everyone always stared at her, in a good way. "Hey, mom, this is Emily," she said, sliding into the backseat and waiting for Emily to do the same.
Emily could practically feel the confidence radiate off Alison, wishing she wasn't as shy and reserved as she was. Following Alison to the car, she slid into the backseat as well. She smiled a bit towards Alison's mom. "N-nice to meet you, Mrs. DiLaurentis."
Alison "It's nice to meet you as well, Emily," Jessica said coolly, eyes meeting hers in the rear view mirror. "You're Pam and Wayne's daughter, aren't you? Nice people."
Emily felt nervous by Jessica's tone, swallowing hard. "Yeah.. they're great parents. I-I hope it's okay I'm here, if not, I can walk home. I don't want to intrude." she said, quickly.
Alison "Of course not. Where to, Ali?" The blonde, who had been fiddling with the hem of her shorts while Emily and her mother talked, spoke up. "The salon. I'm giving Em a major makeover."
Emily The side of Em's mouth turned down as Alison's mom looked her over as well, an expression that read 'Thank god, she needs one' on her face when Alison said she was giving her a makeover. Emily blinked a few times, staring down blankly at her nails as the car ride to the salon started.
Alison "Don't worry, Emily," she whispered. She patted the other gitl's knee, noticing the downcast expression on her face. "With a nice haircut, makeup, and clothes that don't make you look like a nine-year-old boy you'll be almost as pretty as me." She winked.
Emily made a sound of surprise, but pursed her lips quickly. She felt like she was being mocked, but was too afraid to say anything, so she kept her mouth shut. Sure, Alison was pretty, but Emily didn't think her style was that bad.. or maybe she was wrong.
Alison The car finally pulled into the parking lot of the salon, and Alison's mother gave her her credit card. "Have fun," she told the two of them, and they headed inside. "Karina, this is Emily. Emily, Karina," she introduced the girl to her stylist. "As you can see, she needs a new look."
Emily got out of the car, following Alison, of course. She had seen this salon plenty of times, and wanted to go schedule an appointment, but never had the time. Her feet moved against the floors, crossing her arms over her chest as the stylist smiled, an idea obviously coming to her head. "Well, come on, sit." she said, ushering Emily to her chair. "I want to see what I'm working with here." As Emily obeyed, the stylist took her bun out of it's place, letting her long locks flow freely. A look of disgust came over the stylist's face. "You need a haircut... and some new color to make your natural hair look fresh." Emily instantly shook her head. "But.. I'd prefer to keep my long hair." she said, softly. Karina nodded. "We'll cut off the dead ends. You'll still have your length, you have beautiful hair. You just need the proper attention."
Alison nodded her head in satisfaction, leaning against the counter and watching as Karina examined Emily, the two talking amongst themselves. Karina lead Emily to the sinks to wash her hair and Ali followed, running a hand through her own fine blonde hair. "You know, K, I think I should come in soon to get my roots redone," she commented as Karina began to wash Emily's hair. "Maybe sometime next week." Her eyes fell back to Emily as she sat there, looking just as timid as she had earlier that day when they had met for the first time. "After this we can go clothes shopping. It doesn't matter how nice your hair is, if your outfit doesn't look good the rest of you doesn't, either."
Emily listened as Karina and Alison discussed making an appointment for Alison's root retouch. She leaned back, the aroma of strong but really good smelling shampoo being placed in her hair before Karina washed. It took her a few times to get all of the length of her hair washed, but soon, Emily was sitting up. "I-I really don't think it's fair for you to do all of this, Alison. I mean, it's alot " Emily emphasized. She felt bad, and didn't know if she'd be able to keep up with changing her style. Moving to Karina's chair, the stylist started cutting her hair, and added front layers. Emily scrunched her eyebrows in confusion, thankful she had straight hair to begin with, but hoping she'd be able to style it. Just then, Karina turned her chair around so she couldn't see the mirror as she started drying her hair. "No peeking yet." the stylist said.
Alison shrugged her shoulders. "I want to." Her family had a lot of money, and it was really no big deal. Besides, she didn't quite know what it was, but there was something that drew her to Emily. She wanted the other girl around, but she also had to keep up appearances, and being friends with a dork was so out of the question. She watched as Karina began to do Emily's hair, giving her tips here and there. Finally, she was all done and Emily's hair hung perfectly down her back, glinting in the light of the salon.
Emily felt a wave of guilt washing over her, looking back down at her own hands. She hated when people bought her anything, let alone paid for her. Emily kept her gaze locked on her hands as the stylist blow-dried her hair. She'd occasionally nod and listen at the tips the woman gave her, and soon enough, she was done. She did a double take at the mirror, barely recognizing herself with her hair down and blow-dried. It looked healthier, and she ran her fingers through it. "Wow..thank you." she said appreciatively.
Alison "You look so good!" Ali squealed, always appreciating a good makeover. She took out her phone, calling her mom and letting her know that they were almost done, and then she gave the credit card to Karina, paying. "Just watch. Tomorrow when we go to school all the boys will be looking at you."
Emily smiled, a little bigger than usual. "Thank you, Alison. That's really nice of you to do.." Emily said. Even though she felt guilty seeing Karina swipe the card, Emily was intimidated by Alison, and didn't feel like fighting with her or making her upset. Instantly, she froze at her words. "Oh.. me? Psh.. no. No. No way." she chuckled nervously.
Alison "Don't put yourself down. Yes, you will. Maybe you'll even get a boyfriend!" She took the card back from Karina and then lead Emily outside. "But kissing is weird," she whispered into Emily's ear. "I've only done it once."
Emily The idea of getting a boyfriend or even having a guy look at her never occurred to Emily. She was always focused on school and sports, never really bothering to think something else. She made a face, looking at Alison. "Eww. Really? Is it as bad as everyone says it is?" she asked.
Alison "It's even worse," she told her. "I mean, having some guy's sweaty lips on yours? It's gross. And you can't breathe."
Emily cringed, shaking her head in disgust. "Ewww... no, now I'm really not doing that." the brunette said. She leaned against the wall of the building, seeing a car pull up to the front.
Alison "Good. Wait a few years for the boys around here to start being totally gross." Jessica pulled up front, and the two girls got into the car, Alison telling her they wanted to go to the mall.
Emily made a face, not wanting to think about how completely gross guys were already. Getting into the car with Alison, her mom seemed up to the idea of taking them to the mall, saying that she needed to buy a few things too. Once they pulled up to the mall, they all walked in together
Alison "You can take Emily to Macy's, see what you girls want, Alison," her mother told her as they walked into the mall. "I'm going to Sears." Ali agreed, and the two girls started walking to Macys together.
Emily walked alongside Alison to Macy's, unaware that Rosewood even had one. "So, what do you usually do with your friends?" she asked Alison, wanting to know what to expect now that they were friends. Or kind of, getting there.
Alison "Lots of things. Watch movies, listen to music, shop, gossip..." She headed towards the makeup counter, bringing Emily with her. "Being my friend is just like being friends with anyone else, except 100 times better because I'm awesome."
Emily "So common girl things." Emily said with a chuckle. She felt apprehensive about being at the makeup counter, not knowing how her skin would handle makeup, but she could try something new.
Alison furrowed her brow, examining the different kinds of makeup at the counter. "You'd probably be into more neutral shades, right?" She stated. She picked out some foundation, lipgloss, and eyeliner, handing it to Emily. "Here. You'll look great in these."
Emily shrugged, but decided on agreeing. Simple was better, in her opinion. She had small experience with makeup in the first place. She glanced over the makeup Alison handed over, glad she was able to at least tell what they were. "Okay.. at least makeup won't be too difficult to maintain." the young girl said. Digging into her purse, she was able to pull out some cash that covered the whole thing, since it wasn't that much.
Alison took the money from Emily, putting it into her pocket so that they could use it to pay once they were finished. "Now clothes." She eyed Emily, eyes scrutinizing the length of Emily's muscular but slim body. "You're sporty casual, am I right?"
Emily 's face turned blank at the mention of clothes. She had no idea what to shop for, considering she always used to go to the clearance sections at stores, never bothering to look at what's the trend. "Uh, yeah, I think that's the right way to put it." she said, a little bit lost.
Alison "Here." She took the girl's wrist, leading her to the Juniors section of the store. She looked around at the racks of clothes, occasionally grabbing stuff and holding it up against Emily to see how it looked. She went for comfy but cute. "There," she said finally. "I think we have enough stuff. You can try it all on now if you want."
Emily had no idea how Alison knew all of this, and felt embarassed that she practically failed at being a girl, in a way. She followed the blonde, catching the pattern of the clothes she was choosing, and nodded. "I feel embarassed though, almost all of the girls at our school can make themselves look good." the timid girl spoke.
Alison "You will look good," she assured her, turning to look at the timid girl. "Being pretty takes time and effort, but it's worth it. Nothing is better than having someone compliment your outfit or your hair or something."
Emily "You're right.. I guess it's better to put our best selves forward." Emily said, looking around for the nearest fitting room to try on some of the clothing Alison picked out to make sure it all fit. She found one nearby, going towards it. "I want to make sure they fit.. and actually look good." she said the last part with a chuckle. Finding an empty room, she settled inside, closing the door. She changed into some of them, knowing that they were pretty basic clothing items, so she could pair them all in some way.
Alison sat outside of the changing room, taking out her phone and beginning to play games on it while she waited for Emily. After a while she stood up, leaning in and speaking through the door to the brunette. "How's it going in there, Em? You didn't suffocate yourself or anything, did you?"
Emily nearly stopped herself when she saw this complicated top that had more than one opening to put her hands through, knitting her eyebrows in confusion. What kind of clothes do they make these days? She shook her head, flipping the shirt over a few times in her hands, just as Alison called through the door. "I was fine until I got to this blue top... I think it's ripped?" she said, bewildered.
Alison "Ripped?" Alison raised an eyebrow, thinking about how if they had ruined a piece of clothing then they'd have to pay for it and never get to use it, which would totally suck, but then she remembered one of the items of clothing she had chosen for Emily and she started laughing. "It's not ripped. Do you need some help?"
Emily "Ali, I swear, it looks ripped, there's two openings in the sleeves!" she said, but opened the door, hiding behind it as she handed the top to Alison. "It's not ripped?" she asked.
Alison came in, taking the top. "It's not ripped, it's supposed to be like that," she explained. She put the top over Emily's head, maneuvering her arms until it was on all the way.
Emily "But, aren't clothes supposed to have fabric?" she said, but let Alison help her, following her lead before she saw how the top fit. She turned to the mirror, actually impressed with how it looked. "Oh well, that's actually pretty cute."
Alison followed Emily to the mirror, smiling in satisfaction at how well it fit. Alison had picked out the clothes for Emily perfectly, right down to the size. "It is. Are you ready to go check out?" She asked.
Emily nodded in response. "Yeah, I tried on everything, they fit well." she said, turning to take the top off and then quickly put on her tank top she wore earlier and the jacket she had on since she already changed out of trying on jeans.
Alison gathered Emily's stuff up, allowing the girl some time to get redressed before they headed out of the booth and towards the cashier. The cashier greeted Ali by name (she was a regular) as she set the stuff down, paying with the money Emily had given her and putting the rest on her mom's credit card.
Emily picked up the rest of the items, following alongside Alison as they walked to the cashier. Once they had everything scanned, Emily felt slightly relieved that she was able to pay for most of it, instead of Alison doing it. She felt guilty before, and hated that she felt the need to pay for it all, but from she could tell, Alison did seem like she was going to be someone Emily could trust for the years to come. So doing all of this was worth it.
Alison The cashier put everything in bags and then Alison took them, leading Emily away from the cash register and to the exit of Macy's. "You know, Emily," she spoke up, giving the girl a grin as she linked their arms together. "I think we're gonna be fast friends."
Emily thanked the cashier before they left and made their way to the exit and towards the rest of the mall where they would meet Alison's mom so they could all go home. She had one shopping bag and took another one once she looked over at Alison as she linked their arms together. "I think so too. You seem like a really good person outside of what happened when we first spoke today." Emily could feel herself becoming less nervous around Alison, and more open and friendly after they spent the afternoon together. She kept her arm linked with Alison's as they walked through the mall. "Aren't you going to get something for yourself? You're a trendsetter after all." she smiled.
Alison "I wouldn't call myself a 'good person', but I'm definitely someone you can't complain about being friends with," she said confidently. If there was one thing she had in abundance it was confidence. "Yeah, I should." She pulled Emily into Claire's, looking around at the racks of accessories. She grabbed a yellow scarf, knotting it around her throat. "Do I look elegant, m'darling?"
Emily shrugged. She didn't know much about Alison, but she knew she must have had some good traits to her besides confidence. As they entered Claire's, she chuckled as Alison pulled out a yellow scarf. Admittedly, it looked great on her, but her little phrase made the brunette giggle. "Well yes, you do, my dear." she nodded.
Alison "Well, I just have to get it now." She unwrapped it, looping it around her arm. She picked out a couple of earrings and then gave everything to the cashier, paying and then heading back out of the store with Emily. "Want some ice cream?" She nodded towards the ice cream store. "But shh, don't tell my mom."
Emily looked over the store as Alison bought a few things, taking out her phone and called her mom to let her know she was at a mall with a friend. Surprisingly, her mother sounded pleased and happy, and only told Emily to call her when she was coming home, something that was oddly strange of Emily to hear. Once she was off her cell phone, she placed it in her pocket and made her way out of the store. "If you want to, but wait, why can't you tell her? It's just ice cream." she said, brushing back a strand of dark hair.
Alison "Because, Emily," Alison said, raising an eyebrow and using her 'duh' tone of voice. "Ice cream makes you fat. Fat girls don't get boyfriends. Nobody likes fat girls." The two girls walked up to the Dairy Queen. "But I'll work it off and she won't know."
Emily rarely scoffed, but she couldn't help it. "As long as you don't eat fifty tubs of ice cream a day, I don't think there's much to gain from eating ice cream. You look fine, I don't see why she should worry." Emily said with a small smile as they were at Dairy Queen. She ordered an Oreo Cookie Blizzard, settling with the usual treat she got before paying for hers.
Alison "I know." She ran a hand over her tank top, which lay over her flat stomach, already lined with muscles from her daily exercise routine. Her mother insisted on it, telling her that all the popular girls were skinny and did she really want to be an outcast? Alison, of course, listened. She wanted to be popular, and it worked- even at the age of 12 she was beloved by everyone. She ordered her own ice cream, and then the two headed over to a table to eat it.
Emily hated that girls her age dealt with pressure to be skinny. It was really not worth worrying over, to Emily. But she couldn't judge everyone else because as her mom always taught her, everyone was bought up differently. As they sat down at the table, Emily began eating her ice cream as well. There was a few minutes of comfortable silence between them, as Emily looked around at the different people and stores in the mall to pass time.
Alison watched the different types of people roaming the mall as she ate her ice cream, eyes occasionally flitting back to Emily and a smile gracing her lips. There was something about the other girl, a quality she'd never had in a friend before, but she liked.
Emily looked up at Ali when she felt her eyes on her, smiling back. She didn't know what it was, but she could guarantee that she never felt as comfortable as she was with Alison in that moment.
Alison "Here." Alison took their garbage, throwing it away moments before Jessica walked up to the two. "Get lots of shopping done, girls?" She asked with a smile. "You didn't get any treats, did you?" She asked, eyes narrowing. "No, mom," Alison lied convincingly. "We didn't get anything. We just shopped."
Emily turned to look at Jessica when she came up to them. Emily nodded in response to Alison's comment, when Jessica looked at them. Obviously, the woman was convinced and her face eased up into the same smile. Eventually, she got up as Ali's mom told them they had to get going, walking next to Alison.
Alison The three walked to the car together in relative silence, Emily and Alison's hands occasionally bumping against each other as they walked side by side. "Where do you live, Emily?" Jessica asked.
Emily tensed up a bit whenever their hands brushed, but shook it off. She was walking besides one of the most popular girls, after all. Emily looked up at Jessica, giving her the street name. "I live on Serenity Lane..." she said, softly. "It's only a few streets over from the school."
Alison "Okay." Jessica pulled the car out of its parking spot and began driving, the radio softly humming as she drove Emily home. Finally, she pulled up in front of Emily's house and Alison smiled over at the other girl. "Bye," she said, leaning over to give her a hug. "See you tomorrow! Wear that blue shirt and the shorts. You can call me in the morning if you need help," she advised.
Emily Once they had pulled up to her house, Emily thanked Mrs. DiLaurentis for driving them. She smiled back at Alison, hugging her as well. "I will! I'll see you in school tomorrow." she said, and then waved goodbye to both Alison and her mom. Getting out of the car, she made her way to her house with her belongings and the bags, unlocking the front door and walking inside, where she was greeted with seeing her mom.
Dan: looked to his girlfriend who had remained sleeping in his arms for the night, even if they needed to be up and ready for the day, he couldn't bring himself to wake her. Before the babies would be here, it was important to him that they would both be able to get out quite a few times whilst they still could. When the babies decide to come, they were already agreed on taking them out with them, however, there were certain places you couldn't take a baby or they wouldn't be able to get in. Particularly, he wanted to make sure that Ever could have something to take her mind off all the stresses of preparing for the children coming, he helped as much as he could but both would still need a little break from all that. Thinking about something to do, he checked the forecast to see it would actually be a nice day outside, which secured his ideas of going to Coney Island as an okay. Although he still had to tell Ever where they were going, it would still hopefully be exciting to her. They might not be able to go on all the rides, that wouldn't stop from all the games and the time on the beach from going on.
