Alison weaved through the crowd like a bullet leaving a gun. Everything hurt. Her chest felt crushed in, her stomach was flipped, and her head was light. It all hurt. Watching Emily kiss Maya was the most painful things that she has ever witnessed. Over and over she replayed the scene in her head and it hurt. She had to get away. Away from the game, away from her friends, away from Emily.. away from the truth.

Alison knew the truth in the moment that she saw Maya kiss Emily. The truth that she had been avoiding. The truth she had denied so hard the last few weeks. Alison liked her best friend. She liked a girl.

"Ali!" Emily called out a few steps behind Alison. "Alison, please! Wait!"

Alison walked faster. She didn't know how she was managing to move so swiftly in heels while she was tipsy, but she made it look easy. She didn't want to talk to Emily right now. She couldn't. Alison was scared that if she spoke to Emily everything would spill. For the first time it was Alison who was so vulnerable.

"Ali," Emily said again, reaching out a hand to grab Alison's arm. Alison yanked her arm away, but Emily grabbed at it again, this time pulling Alison into a room down the hallway. When the brunette shut and locked the door Alison pulled her arm from Emily for the second time.

"Don't touch me, Emily," Alison hissed, backing away from the brunette. Emily's mud brown eyes were filled with so much conflict. Standing in front of her was her best friend and the one person in the world she had so much genuine love and care for. The girl who made stomach flip and heart race in her chest.

Having Maya around the last few days made Emily think a lot about herself. The swimmer had stayed up the past few nights thinking about having a relationship. She thought about soft kisses and warm cuddles and mushy words. But every time she thought about it, it was never with a guy. It was always with Alison. A few times it was Maya. Emily had thought about what it was like to kiss Maya. She was a very attractive girl and she was definitely friendly with Emily to say the least. But for some reason Emily's thoughts always drifted back to the same blonde.

"Why did you kiss her?" Alison said, breaking Emily's strung out gaze on the blonde. "She kissed me, Ali. I didn't know she—,"

"You kissed her back," Alison said. Emily could have sworn that she heard Alison's voice crack. She was almost positive. Emily took a step closer to Alison who took a step back. "Don't, Emily," Alison warned, putting up her hand.

Emily felt a flush of anger run through her body. Why is Alison so mad? If Alison had a problem with Emily kissing someone else, why doesn't Alison act like she likes Emily? Why did Alison say that their kisses weren't real? Emily was frustrated and confused and so annoyed. What was Alison's deal? What were they?

"What do you expect from me, Alison?! What do you want me to do? First you kiss me, telling me that it was just practice for Ben. Then you interrupt what would have been my first kiss with him and kiss me again. Then you flip out when Maya kisses me. Why are you so mad?" Emily nearly shouted. The brunette's head was hurting. She was so confused it was frustrating her. Alison always confused her so much.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter," Alison said, raising her voice along with Emily. The blonde walked past Emily to get to the door and Emily grabbed Alison's hand, pulling her back, "no, you're going to talk to me Alison."

The blonde turned around and Emily could see the fire in Alison's eyes. Alison looked hurt and angry. Emily didn't miss the tears that were nearly seconds from rolling down the surface of Alison's face.

"Ali?" Emily said, her voice back so calm that it was almost a whisper. She couldn't yell at Alison. Not when the blonde looked like this. Not when her blue eyes were clouded and her pink lips trembled.

"Just let me go, Emily," Alison said, pulling her hand from Emily's. The second Alison's hand left Emily's, the brunette stepped in front of Alison and the door again. It took Emily every ounce of courage in her shy body to do it but she gripped Alison's hips to stabilize the blonde in front of her.

"Alison," Emily whispered again, looking down directly into Alison's eyes. Emily brought her trembling right hand up to Alison's face. Emily had never been more scared than in this moment. Her heart raced. She knew that all it took was for Alison to push her away and give her a look of disgust to break her heart.

Emily's hand landed softly on Alison's cheek, her fingers sliding back allowing her thumb to run across of Alison's pink cheek. Being this close to Alison had Emily's entire body electrified. It literally took Emily's breath away. She had to remember how to breathe.

"Please look at me," Emily begged, her thumb slowly stroking the blonde's cheek. Alison brought her ocean eyes up to meet Emily's mud brown ones. Emily's chest felt as if it was fluttering. Alison was so beautiful that she seemed unreal. Too unreal for Emily to be touching like this.

This was a rare occasion. She was in control right now, not Alison. Emily knew that this was the moment she had been scared to face. The moment that she ran from. But she knew that this was her one chance. Emily took a deep breath, trying to calm the nerves pulsing through her body.

"I don't like kissing you for practice. I don't like when you do that to me. I don't like when we touch, or when you smile at me, or when you sleep with me at sleepovers," Emily started. Alison's eyes saddened. Her tears built back up as she kept her gaze with Emily.

"I don't like it, because it's torture. I don't want to kiss you for practice. I—I want to kiss you because it's real. When you touch me, it burns because it feels so good but then you go away and I'm left with your fingerprints on me. Your smile sends shockwaves through my body but when I see you smile at someone else I feel like I'm cracking. And when we sleep together… when you're that close to me, I get a feeling I can't explain."

Emily couldn't get a read out of Alison's eyes. She hesitated to continue, but she did. "I know this is wrong because you're my best friend and because we're both girls, I know. And I don't want to lose you as my best friend because this could end so badly, but when I kissed you, I knew I liked girls. And when I kissed Maya, I knew I liked kissing you."

Alison's tears finally broke the surface. Water rolled down her cheek so fast that Emily had only blinked and Alison's face was wet. Emotions ran through the blonde's body. She had never felt more alive. She had never felt anything more than she did right now.

Emily waited for a response from Alison, but one never came. Suddenly Emily's stomach flipped. Everything went wrong. She knew there was a possibility for this to happen. She knew if she admitted her feelings to Alison, the blonde could turn her down. She knew this could break her heart.

Emily let go of Alison's face and hip. She felt like an idiot. How could Alison DiLaurentis like her? She was Alison. She could have anyone on the entire planet that she wanted with just a smile and Emily actually thought for a second that Alison would pick her. Emily backed away from Alison. She needed distance.

Emily turned around. She couldn't look at Alison right now. Not when she was about to cry and felt like she could have thrown up. Water rushed to Emily's eyes. God, she was so stupid. This was a horrible mistake. Her hands shook and her legs felt uneasy under her.

"Emily," the brunette heard. She couldn't turn around to face Alison. Not right now. She couldn't. But Emily also couldn't say no to the blonde. No matter how much she didn't want to turn around and look at the girl who just shattered her heart, she did.

The second Emily turned around, she was greeted with soft lips against hers and two arms thrown around her neck. Emily instantly shut her eyes and her hands fell around Alison's waist.

Alison was kissing her.

Emily felt Alison's fingers twisting in her hair. The blonde's lips moved in a perfect sync with Emily's, never missing a beat. Emily gripped Alison's waist harder and pulled the blonde against her body. This kiss was everything.

Alison controlled the kiss. When the blonde wanted to kiss harder, Emily followed along, allowing her lips to bruise. When Alison slowed down, Emily melted her lips slowly too. Alison's hands fell to Emily's shoulders as her lips stayed on the brunette's.

The two didn't know how long they kissed or how long they were gone, but they didn't care. They were lost in each other and time no longer existed. Emily was high on the taste of Alison and Alison was hot off of Emily's touch.

Alison slowed her kiss with Emily one last time, pulling her lips away from the swimmer's. Emily immediately sighed at the loss of contact, her eyes still shut. Alison's eyes fluttered open, looking at the beautiful sight in front of her. Emily was flawless. She was out of breath, and Alison's hands had ruffled her hair, and her cheeks were dashed pink.. and she was flawless.

Emily opened her eyes to see Alison looking back at her. The brunette was trying to catch her breath and with Alison looking at her the way she was, it wasn't helping the situation any better.

The blonde slid her hands down Emily's arms and wrapped her arms around Emily's waist. "You give me a feeling I can't explain too," Alison said. Emily's lips broke into a smile the same time Alison's did.

Emily felt like she was in a dream. Like she had just won the lottery. Like Alison DiLaurentis was actually hers.

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Okay guys, don't get upset, but this is probably the end!

I would make this story longer but honestly it would be just dragging it out. the point of this story was the two girls figuring out their feelings for each other.

If I come up with anything else that I could throw at this story, I will update it, but I'm almost certain that this story is completed. \

But don't worry.. I have a new story coming soon.. :)