Crazier ➳ Emison (COMPLETED)

29 - Drunk in Love

"Em, what-"

"Eat up," Emily prompted and smiled warmly.

"Emily, you didn't have to do all of this," Alison answered as her eyes lit up, finally awake enough to stand up and walk around the counter to Emily's side. She wrapped her hands around Emily's waist and nuzzled her nose against the brunette's, giving her a chaste kiss. It reminded the blonde a little of her first kiss with Emily in her own kitchen, only this time they were in Paris, their dream destination, and they also didn't need to worry about someone interrupting or walking in on them.

"I know," Emily smiled as she parted from Alison. "I wanted to," she explained cheerfully. She couldn't remember a time when she was this peaceful, without a care in the world.

"You're going to make such a good wife," Alison muttered under her breath as she shook her head playfully and returned to her seat.

"What?" Emily asked honestly, not hearing what the blonde had said.

"Nothing," Alison brushed it off easily. "Thanks for this, Em." Emily nodded with a gracious expression. "What about you? Where's your food?" the blonde asked worriedly once she noticed Emily wasn't eating.

"Right here," Emily grabbed own her plate and piled it with pancakes, taking a seat next to Alison.

Alison ate her pancakes and sipped her coffee, warmth settling in her heart as she glanced every now and then at Emily who was pretty focused on her plate. Emily looked amazing in the natural light coming from the wide balcony glass doors. Every feature of her face was highlighted and accentuated, and Alison couldn't help but fall more and more in love with the girl as every minute ticked by.

A faint knock on the door disturbed their quiet quality time. Alison stood, slightly bothered by the interference, and walked lightly over to the door, looking for a second at Emily who was frowning her eyebrow a little. She reached out a hand before opening the heavy, fancy-looking door.

"I smell pancakes!" Hanna stated in a sing-song kind of voice as she brushed past Alison and walked towards the kitchen, only directed by the delicious aroma.

"Sure, Han, come in. Good morning, by the way," Alison mumbled sarcastically as she closed the door and walked over to the two girls.

Hanna was already munching on some extra pancakes Emily had made with a satisfied smile that showed her dimples.

"Where's Caleb?" Emily asked her blonde friend who was too busy finishing all of their food.

"Asleep. He always wakes up like, five minutes before we have to leave," she chuckled. "It's amazing how he's never late," Hanna muttered in awe.

The girls giggled as Alison took a seat between Emily and Hanna, finishing her meal, this time, without any interruptions. They talked amongst themselves to keep the bubbly blonde entertained until they finished and cleaned the dishes.

"Thirty minutes!" Hanna called out as she exited the hotel room with a half-eaten pancake in her hand, leaving the two girls to change and get ready.

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"How do you guys feel about Supertramp?"

Ezra turned in question to the people in the car with a hopeful face as he pulled out the vintage band's CD from his backpack. They all shot him a questioning look and he took the hint, turning down the option begrudgingly.

"Who?" they all asked in unison.

"That's what I thought."

The group was sitting in their rented vehicle on their way to their third-day destination - Arc de Triomphe. Everything seemed in place and they were having a good time, but the only thing they were still struggling with was the song choice.