Hi guys, this idea had been floating around in my head andI wanted to get it down.
When I started it, it was last year summer time so before we knew who A was and before Sara Harvey, SO there will be some inconsistent stuff and some things that may not be relevant anymore. There's no need to tell me any of that in the reviews =)

Anyways, I love emison, and if you're reading this I'm guessing you love them too. This is how I kind of wished the writers would have taken their romance but the writers will do what they want. Luckily we can also play with these characters so without further ado I hope you enjoy =)

Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me in any way whatsoever.

Silver, reflective, streamers hung down from the ceiling, all placed strategically to catch the strobe lights and send mirrored flashes of beams across the decorated walls. Music pumped through the speakers that were placed throughout the gym. The bass vibrated the laminated flooring as everyone danced. Only a few kept to the wall, seeming to want to bury themselves into it, to be invisible. Others stood around as they chatted, laughed, and just had a good time, since they knew that this would probably be the last time that they'd all be together, other than graduation of course.

Everyone, well mostly everyone was having a good time, so no one noticed the blonde who was stood near the doors, arms crossed and eyebrows knitted, seeming to be deep in thought instead of joining the rest of her partying peers.

The blonde skimmed her eyes quickly over the dance floor, trying to locate each one of her friends, well if you could call them friends. The trust between their little group was all but gone with the blonde. None of them wanted her around; none of them could trust her enough, even though the threat was eliminated, even though that she had saved them from the dollhouse. There was too much "bad blood" so to speak. As her eye's over looked the room once again she noticed her four friends, each one was dancing near enough to the other so that they could have a laugh, yet they were far enough away to be able to whisper dirty nothings into the ear of their significant other.

The blonde felt a pang in her chest, a slight ache. She knew she had lost them, and that winning their trust back wouldn't be easy. Even more so because at the end of summer they'd all be going off to college, far away from Rosewood, far away from their past, their troubles, their old lives. This pain in her chest increased as her eyes were drawn to the beautiful, tanned skin, brunette, who seemed to be having the time of her life being swung back and forth between her two best friends' boyfriends. Her head fell back in laughter, whilst her hand came up to cover her mouth as someone told a joke of some sort; the brunette's amusement in turn caused the blonde's lips to tug up in a slight half smile. The half-smile became a full one as the blonde carried on watching her brunette beauty. She smiled along with her, even though she wasn't a part of the festivities and jokes.

That's what love does to you she thought. It consumes and fills you up, making you want to burst into a thousand little pieces. It makes you realise that someone else other than yourself comes first; that their happiness is your happiness. And as long as they are content, happy and at peace then so are you automatically. The blonde has rarely ever put someone else's happiness before hers, at least not until she met the brunette. Her brunette. Hers.

Yes she cared for her friends, for her parents and family, but she always manipulated them into giving her whatever it was that she so desired, wanted, needed. And when she realised her feelings for the brunette she knew that manipulation wouldn't work here; that this isn't how love should be, because it would be fake, not real. And the blonde wanted real love. To be loved, cared for and wanted; to belong to the brunette, and only the brunette.

The blonde's smile turned into a scowl as she noticed her brunette beauty being held in someone else's embrace. They swayed to the slow song being played, holding each other close, chest to chest, toe to toe; her brunette's head in the crook of someone else's neck; whispering sweet nothings to someone other than her; feeling happy with someone that is not her.

As she realises that she isn't going to get a chance to speak to her brunette the blonde decides to leave, hoping that she can catch her some other time, alone. Her hand reaches for the door handle but she looks over her right shoulder one more time to take in the beauty that once was hers, trying to commit her lovely form to memory. So that she would be able to refer back to this vision before her and find some happiness about prom night. As little as it would be, she wanted to have a tiny bit of joy.

However this time her stare does not go unobserved. The brunette's partner notices the blonde staring at them longingly, staring at her date longingly.

Both, the blonde and the brunette's partner, stare each other down; both willing, both daring, the other to make the first move. It's only when the blonde smirks and shakes her head in victory does the brunette's partner make her move. Her hand glides down towards the brunette's ass, once reaching it she slowly gives it a firm squeeze whilst at the same time her head tips to the side and she leans in to make out with the brunette. The whole time her eyes are open, staring down the blonde, as if to say she won.

The smirk on the blonde's face progressively falls as she watches the show being put on just for her benefit. She doesn't want to admit it, not even to herself, but deep down she knows she's lost, she's starting to realise that Paige has won. Paige has claimed her brunette beauty. This thought crushes the blonde, and tears fill her eyes. She breathes in deeply, staring up at the ceiling, willing them at bay, willing them not to fall just yet.

As the blonde is holding back her tears, Paige lets out a slight victorious laugh mid kiss, which causes the brunette to finally open her eyes and notice that her partner's attention is somewhere else even though they're supposed to be sharing a "loving" kiss. Her eyebrows knit together and the brunette pushes Paige slightly away whilst staring at her with a raised eyebrow.

Paige realises two things.
1) Her mistake of letting out that slight laugh.
2) That if the brunette turns around and sees the blonde, she'll leave her side to go see the blonde.

Although the brunette may not realise her feelings for the blonde, Paige knows that her lover feels a little something for said blonde. And she also realises that if her lover was to see the blonde standing there, seeming to look small, upset and dare she think, frightened, then she would run to go check on her. With that thought in mind Paige smiles at the brunette, holding her in place so she doesn't turn around.

"Who were you staring at?" the brunette questions whilst trying to get a glimpse of whoever was behind her.

"Nothing!" Paige answers rapidly, hands still holding onto the brunette's arms.

"Well, it was obviously something since you were paying them more attention whilst kissing me" the brunette says accusingly still trying to turn around.

"I'm sorry" apologises Paige, "The light just caught my attention"

The brunette gives her a look, eyebrow raised, eyes accusing, and mouth frowning, "Mmhmmm and the light caused you to laugh? I'm not stupid Paige. Let go of my arms! I know what you're trying to do" she says whilst squirming out of Paige's hold, "Who could it be that you don't want me to see huh?" And as she utters those last few words, the brunette pulls out of Paige's arms and swivels her head round until her brown eyes lock with a pair of blue.

The blonde witnesses the two figures arguing across the dance floor, she knows she should leave yet her feet are stuck in place, unmoving. Waiting and watching she knows her brunette will win and get loose, as her brunette's feistiness, and fiery temper tend to come out to play when riled up. She knows them both like the back of her hand, especially as she's had the brunt of it a couple of times. As soon as those thoughts pass through her mind, her brunette swivels round, and their eyes lock.

A gasp falls from the brunette's lips. And without much thought her legs start moving across the dance floor towards the blonde. It isn't until someone grabs her hand does she realise what she's doing. She looks down at the hand that's holding her back, her eyes raise up the person's arm till she reaches their shoulder, neck and then face. Paige.

"Let go of me" automatically slips from her lips.

Hurt takes over Paige's features but she masks it just as quickly, "Why?"

"Because I said so." The brunette replies sternly

This time Paige doesn't mask her pain at the brunette's words, "Please … don't…"

The brunette's sternness slips slightly at Paige's hurt voice and she reaches for her hand. Linking their fingers together the brunette smiles slightly at Paige; this in turn causes Paige to smile back.

As they were arguing the blonde stood stock still, waiting; to see what her brunette would do. But when she saw them link their fingers together she couldn't take it anymore, her heart was breaking and there was no way she would stand and watch them kiss again. Luckily her feet cooperated with her this time round, and she left.

"Paige … I have to go and see …" the brunette starts before getting cut off abruptly.

"WHY?! Why do you have to go see her?! All she's ever done is hurt you. All she's ever done is manipulate you, all of you. Why do you have to go? What if she hurts you again? Please. I'm begging you, please don't go …" she whispers the last part, knowing she's fighting a losing battle.

"I'm sorry." Is the brunette's only response.

Paige's grip loosens as the brunette starts walking again, and she whispers, "I'll wait. I'll wait for you."

But the brunette doesn't hear her; she's frantically searching for the blonde. That's when she notices the door is slightly ajar, so she makes a run for it, through the dance floor, through the throngs of people, through everything and everyone. Once reaching the heavy glass door she shoves it open and wildly looks around. Her eyes scan the car park, but there are no figures wandering around.

She sighs, and turns to enter the gym, when she hears a car trunk close slightly to her left. Twisting round she walks briskly towards the sound. As she gets closer her eyes focus onto a figure opening a car door, and before the brunette realises she's picked up her pace and shouts out, "Wait!"

The figure stops moving and slowly rotates around to face the brunette. "Erm I'm sorry, do I know you?" they ask her.

"Oh … I'm sorry it's just dark and well erm, wrong person, sorry" responds the brunette crestfallen.

The stranger nods once and gets into their car.

Walking back to the gym the brunette mutters under her breath about how she should have been faster, and how she shouldn't have argued with Paige, how she should have just ran after the blonde as soon as she saw her and other incoherent things she should have done.

It's then, during her jumbled mumblings when someone walks out from behind the wall near the door and frightens the brunette half to death.

"Emily … I had to talk to you once, at least once. Please."

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