Emily's body froze as an extremely unpleasant sick feeling ran through her body. Her brown eyes glided over Noel's shirtless body. He looked out of breath, with flushed pink cheeks and tossed messy hair. Emily had seen those same features in Alison and Hanna both when she had just finished taking her time on their body..

"Emily, hey," Noel said, running a hand through his dark black hair. "Why are you answering the door?" Emily snarked, her eyes hard on Noel's body. She scanned his neck for any marks, knowing a certain blonde had always marked whenever she could.

It felt like the brunette's legs were going to give out under her. The way her stomach knotted felt pure sickening in her body. The thought of Alison being naked in her bed with Noel—

"I just—," Noel started, but was interrupted before he could finish his sentence.

"Who's that?" Emily's heart raced at the voice she heard. She would know that voice anywhere.

Emily looked past Noel through the door as her eyes fell upon the only girl in the entire would who could make her heart feel as if it was going to bust out of her chest. Alison walked behind of Noel and nudged him out of the way, "I've got it, Noel."

Alison stepped outside and shut the door behind of her. The blonde was wearing sweatpants and a large t-shirt. A Rosewood High School Men's Soccer t-shirt. Emily's heart dropped. Alison's curls fell across her shoulder as the blonde turned to face Emily again.

"Why are you here?" Alison asked, crossing her arms.

"Why is Noel answering your door? Shirtless?" Emily questioned back.

"Is that any of your business?" Alison replied.

Emily opened her mouth but shut it, knowing Alison was right. It really wasn't Emily's business. Alison eyed the brunette in front of her. Alison never completely understood Emily's motives these days. She was no longer this easy to read girl, she grew to become complicated.

"Alison, are you hooking up with Noel?" Emily questioned. The words were hard to choke out, but Emily wanted to know, she needed to know. Alison let out a sigh, "and what if I am, Emily? I wanted so long for you. I went through hell just to see if me and you could actually make it work. So finally when you come to me and tell me how much you love me and how we're going to be together, you see Hanna and kiss her? What am I supposed to think? What am I supposed to do?"

"I didn't kiss her—,"

"You did. You didn't kiss her lips, but you kissed her," Alison snapped. The brunette leaned against Alison's porch, "I didn't kiss her because I wanted her back and I wanted to be with her, I did it because I—no. We were talking about you. We were talking about if you are screwing some stupid guy. Did you just screw him?"

"It doesn't matter, Emily!"

"Actually it fucking does!" Emily snapped, "I need to know if you are having sex with him because I—,"

"Yeah, I am," Alison stated, taking a step closer to Emily, "I'm screwing him. I just had sex with him." Emily dropped her dialogue as her mouth went dry. Her chest felt empty at what she just heard. She almost didn't believe it. Her head started spinning all over again. Her stomach was twisting almost every way it possibly could have.

"I've had sex with him all day today. We've been in bed together since last night. He stayed with me and we've been in bed ever since. I've kissed him, and I've touched him, and he's touched me. And we would have kept going if you wouldn't have interrupted us."

Alison's eyes were hard on Emily and her voice was stern, "he's been all over my body and touched every place possible. And I wasn't thinking about you during any of it."

Emily's cheeks were stained were hot rolling tears as the blonde was talking. She couldn't handle this. The brunette turned her back to Alison because she couldn't look at her anymore. She closed her eyes and took deep breathes. Alison was just having sex less than five minutes ago. Five minutes ago her body was pressed against Noel's and he was making her moan just the way Emily had a week ago.

"It hurts, doesn't it?" Alison continued from behind of Emily, "it hurts to think of me with him and to see him with me and to know that we just had sex just moments ago. It stings to have the mental image of me with him imprinted in your mind, right? To know he's all over my sheets and that he held me last night, it literally feels like your heart is shattering into pieces, doesn't it?"

Emily whirled her body around and pushed Alison away from her, "I fucking hate you."

"Why, Emily? Why do you hate me?" Alison shouted back.

"You fucking—you had—you let him—I fucking hate you!" Emily yelled back, her voice cracking from crying.

"That was just me in your bed! That was where we just made love for hours last week! You were just on top of me and under me and kissing me and touching me and loving me! It's barely been a week since you were in my hands and now you've—God, I fucking hate you!" Emily cried. The brunette threw her keys across of Alison's yard. All she wanted to do was hit something, to lease the anger and hurt inside of her body.

"And you're wearing his fucking shirt in front of me now! You're such a—I wish I never met you!" Emily shouted. The brunette turned on her heels to retract her keys in the DiLaurentis yard.

Alison followed Emily down the porch steps and into the grass. "It hurts doesn't it?" Alison barked. Emily snapped her head around to look at Alison, "Stop asking me that! Yeah, it does. You win, okay? You hurt me the way I hurt you. You win!"

Emily wiped the tears from her face and looked down at Alison, "I hate you, Alison." Tears fell from the blonde's eyes as she shoved Emily backwards, "you don't get to hate me. You don't get to yell at me and tell me how awful I am. You don't get to tell me that you hate me. Now you know how it feels. Now you know what it feels like to touch me just a few days ago and then me go be with someone else. Now you know what it feels like for me to be with someone while you're thinking of me. Now you know what if feels like to see the person I'm with and you have to tolerate it. Now you know."

A cheap smile spread on Alison's lips, it was a smile that didn't match her eyes, it was forced, "and now you should know that I didn't sleep with him. But for a solid minute you felt what I felt for weeks. Now you know, Emily."

Emily stood dumbfounded in front of Alison. One of the biggest reliefs rushed through her body, but she was still stunned. Alison didn't sleep with Noel. It was a lie. The worst information Emily had ever heard was all a lie. Alison made Emily realize a point. It was all a planned lesson from Alison.

"But your shirt—,"

"It's Jason's," Alison replied.

"But Noel was shirtless—,"

"He was working out with my brother. Noel practically worships Jason," Alison responded.

Emily felt a wave of guilt flush over her.

"Ali—,"

"No, just go, Emily," Alison stated, lowing her voice back down again. Emily reached forward to touch Alison's face, "Alison—,"

"I said no," Alison said, "you will never understand the true pain I went through for you. And I don't even get all of you. I have to share your love with another girl when I loved you first. You will never understand."

"I may not understand, but Alison, I love you. Hanna was my girlfriend, I dated her, I cared about her, and yes, I loved her, but as a person. I did have feelings for her, yeah, but they were nothing like how I felt about you. You are like coming up for air when I'm drowning. You are like the sun coming out after a hurricane. You are like water after running miles. It's always been you and it will always be you. My heart belongs to you. God, Alison, I'm so in love with you," Emily confessed. The brunette slapped her hands on her legs, "how can you not see how crazy I am about you? You're the first thought in the morning and the last before I fall asleep. You're who I call when I'm drunk and who I crave when I'm sober. You are everything and I am nothing without you."

The brunette took a step towards Alison filling the small space between them, "I did you so wrong the last couple of months and I swear to God I'll spend the rest of my life fixing it and moving forward and treating you right if you let me. I want you with every fiber of my being. Ever since that night we stole Jason's truck and you took me out to the lake… ever since you climbed into my lap and kissed me and held me and told me that you wanted me in ways that two normal friends don't want each other, I knew it was you. The moment I touched you, and I mean touched you, Alison, I knew. So don't tell me to leave anymore, and don't tell me to let us go because I'm in love with you and I won't stop loving you until the day my heart stops beating."

Alison jolted forward and wrapped one arm around Emily's neck and cupped her face with her other hand. The blonde brought her lips to Emily's and Emily's hands naturally found Alison's waist. Alison kissed Emily like it was the first time. Her lips fell in perfect sync with the brunette's as she felt Emily pull her in tighter. Alison's fingers traced Emily's jawline with one hand as her other locked around the back of the tan girl's neck.

Alison's front door opened as Noel appeared from the door with Jason. "Thanks for working out with me today Jas—whoa," Noel stopped. Jason's eyes followed Noel's as the oldest DiLaurentis child noticed what Noel was eyeing.

A smirk wiped across of Jason's lips, "now it all makes sense. You go, Ali." Noel looked back at Jason, "dude, did you know about—,"

"Check it out, my sister is making out with the hottest lesbian in Rosewood High. I'm not sure if I'm more proud of jealous," Jason laughed.

"Alison and I were just talking a week or so ago!" Noel whined, his eyes focused on Alison's head titled up kissing Emily. "I guess Em has more game than you," Jason grinned.

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I felt like this was a very good place to stop the story.. so I'm pretty positive this is the end of Pick One..

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