First of all, thanks so much, I got a lot of feedback on the first chapter. I felt like I should do another one. I just didn't know where to go with it. :p Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy it :)

"Ali! Talk to me!" Emily pounded on her door again, hoping that Alison would open it and their issues would resolve. They hadn't spoken in a week, not since the kiss.

Suddenly Alison opened the door and gestured toward her room. “Come in. Hurry up, before I change my mind.” Emily took a tentative step inside and Alison slammed the door shut, turning to face Alison. Her cheeks were stained with mascara and her eyes were wrinkled from the tears. Emily reached out to wipe it off but Alison turned away. “Did you tell anyone?” She said in a whisper.

Emily shook her head. “Tell them what?”

“That we kissed, dammit! Did you tell them?” She began to pace the room, tears pricking her eyes.

“No, Ali, I haven’t said anything. Why are you so worried?” She reached out a hand but Alison again denied the comfort, turning to face her.

“My mother hates me, my father never sees me, people want me dead, Emily. You don’t deserve me. All I do is hurt others.”

Emily walked up to her and pressed their hands together. “Remember when you suggested we go to Paris together?”

Alison chuckled and interlocked their fingers. With her extra hand, she began wiping the tears off her face. “Yeah. Remember when I read you that quote in the library?”

“Yeah. That was one of my favorites.”

“I loved her against reason...against promise...against peace…against hope...against happiness…against all discouragement that could be.” Emily chuckled and leaned onto Alison’s forehead.

“You don’t need to be afraid of this,” Emily said once they broke apart. “You can’t stop this.”

“But what would they say?"

“Who cares? All that matters is you and me. We can be our own sweet Pari.”

Alison fixed her eyes on Emily’s. “Can I tell you a secret?”

Emily’s eyebrows furrowed slightly. “Uh, sure.” Alison leaned in quickly.

“I didn’t eat lunch and it’s 8:30, so can I get something to eat?” Emily laughed and let go of her hand.

“Yeah, but you might want to take care of your makeup first.”

“Oh, yeah! I completely forgot about that. Thanks Em, you’re a lifesaver.” She winked and walked to her makeup drawer on her vanity. She grabbed her wipes and began to clean her face before applying foundation and blush. Gripping her liquid eyeliner, she turned toward Emily. “Hey, do you think you could help me with this? My hands are shaky.”

Emily chuckled. “I don’t wear makeup, remember?"

Alison blushed.“Why not? I mean, you’re gorgeous without it, but you should try it just to see if you like it.”

“I don’t kn-” She was cut off by a buzz in Alison’s purse. “I got it.”

She walked toward it, but before Alison could stop her, it was too late.

“Uh, Ali? Who’s A?” Emily raised an eyebrow, suddenly angered while Alison snatched her phone. She stared in horror as Emily stormed out and ran downstairs.

Is the second kiss of the day better than the first? -A

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Alison stormed down the stairs to see the door open and Emily’s car quickly backing out of the driveway.

“Hey, what happened upstairs? Emily just ran downstairs and left.” Mrs. Dilaurentis glided over to the refrigerator and grabbed a vitamin water. Alison had a sudden rush of hatred for her mother. Her own daughter was having a sexuality crisis, and her mother was clueless!

“She just was angry at me, that’s all,” Ali said with her teeth gritted. She thought about driving to Emily’s house to confront her again, but decided it’d be best if she had time to think about everything.

It didn’t mean Alison didn’t want to. She wanted to tell Emily what had happened, that it was a misunderstanding, to tell her about A, but she couldn’t. She made a promise not to say anything.

Ali soon wormed back under her covers and shut her eyes. Sleep wouldn’t set her free from this...this limbo she was stuck in. She was running in circles and she just wanted to cuddle with Emily, to feel their body heat together, to feel invincible as a team. But she was here. And here, in this little space they were stuck in….

It was hell.

It was hell how they couldn’t decide what to feel, what it would be like to publicly come out as a couple, and Ali’s parents - they would be livid. She knew her parents weren’t very religious, but Mrs. Dilaurentis had expressed her feeling on homosexuality loud and clear on many occasions. Ali knew they were a disaster, but when she was with Emily, she didn’t feel the need to be so mean. She didn’t feel like she had to be in control, and she liked that. Alison was often so high-strung that controlling her puppets of friends seemed to be the only way to be happy, although the rush quickly wore down, like heroin.

So Alison laid there and thought about Emily Fields, the one person she’d never expect to love.

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Once Emily got home, she ran to the bathroom and let out a sob she had been holding since she ran out to her car, unable to comprehend the text from A. Who was A? And how could Alison have kissed someone else?

Emily though that Alison had loved her. She chuckled weakly. How did she manage to trust Alison again? How did she go through Ali’s plans again? So many questions swirled in her head, and Emily just wanted to shut them out.

The problem was that she couldn’t. Alison had kissed her again. Emily replayed it over and over again in her head, feeling happiness flood her system for a moment before that text rang through her vision again. She remembered feeling betrayed and running out, despite Alison’s pleas. “I can explain!” But Emily highly doubted she could. Alison was just a back-stabber. She knew that Ali didn’t really love her, although she really wished the blonde was capable of it.

Emily’s tears ran down her cheeks and onto her chin, before dripping on the tile. She looked toward the medicine cabinet and looked away quickly thinking “It’s been months, Emily, don’t do it.” But Emily knew it would only take a few seconds for the medication to kick in, and for her pain to go away. She opened the cabinet and looked at the label, feeling longing in her chest.

SLEEP AID

She knew she shouldn’t have opened the bottle of pills. She wasn’t trying to kill herself, she never did, but the pills always made her feel better. She shook two out and looked at them in her palm. Two small white pills which, if swallowed, made her groggy and out of touch with the world. She didn’t like to think she had been addicted to them, but she knew she was. It had been eight months since she had promise to stop. Coincidentally, it had also been eight months since she had accepted her feelings for Alison. God, why did Alison always screw thing things up?

She popped the two in her mouth and took a swig of water. Looking in the mirror, she felt disgusted with herself. All of this hard work and now you’re back to square one. Look who’s screwing everything up now?

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Alison grew restless, and decided to call Emily. I guess you missed me, so...leave a message. “Hey, Emily, I just wanted to say that I can explain. Please, Alison, I know you’re there. I can explain everything, including A. Please. I miss you already.”

She didn’t understand why Emily wasn’t replying. Was she okay? Maybe A had gotten to her. Feeling a sudden pang of fear, she scrambled into her car and drove towards Emily’s house, tapping on the steering wheel. It was a habit whenever she got nervous. When she arrived, she ran up the steps and knocked on the door before remembering that her parents were out of town. Alison was surprised they had let her run the house by herself, but she shrugged it off, focusing on getting inside. She turned the doorknob and it opened with a slight creak. Feeling even more scared that Emily hadn’t locked the door, she rushed upstairs to Emily’s room, expecting the worst.

Emily was asleep, stretched out on her side, facing the window. Her face seemed relaxed, Alison’s fear drifted away. A smile drew across her lips, and she sat down next to Emily, watching her chest rise and fall. It was beautiful, and Alison was reminded again of how much she didn’t deserve Emily. She was sweet, and caring, and Alison was…horrible. Rude. Inconsiderate. It made her chest hurt, how much she loathed herself.

She shrugged her jacket off and laid down next to Emily. Emily moved and Ali thought she was caught, but then the brunette smiled and shuffled back into Alison’s arms. The blonde smiled and buried her head in the back of Emily’s shoulder.

This is what Alison had always wanted. Honestly, she’d had feelings for Emily for three years, since she saw Emily’s hair curled for the first time at the 6th grade dance and thought, God, she is beautiful. It was her that she had wanted to dance with, but she really had a crush on Tyler Berell then. She was so stupid. Looking back at that night, when she first felt that now-familiar  pain in her chest, she knew Emily would have said yes to dancing. Alison should have said something when the five of them went back to her house after the dance. She should have gone up to Emily and held her hand, but she was twelve at the time, and twelve year olds didn’t do things like that. At least, the idiotic ones didn’t.

Ali realized that Emily would hate her in the morning. Emily would scream at her, and not listen to Ali’s explanation, but God, would she look beautiful doing it. She knew Emily’s eyebrows would crease downwards, and she would get this vicious glint in her dark brown eyes, this beautiful glint that made Alison want to take the brunette’s face in her hands.

But all Alison wanted to focus on was this moment, this little bubble of peace where nothing could go wrong as long as they were in each other’s arms.