Family

Liars Unite - Part 2

"Weirdo? How?"

"Her hair is brown and pink"

"Pink?" My mom laughed

"Hanna Marin. She's fat"

"Hanna Marin, more like hefty Hanna" My mom giggled, blowing air into her cheeks to pretend she was fat

"Who else? A nerd? A psychopath? A prostitute?" She sniggered

"No. Her name is Emily Fields"

"So what's wrong with Emily Fields? Not another fatty?" My mom asked in excitement

"She's not fat. She's cute; perfect actually"

"Perfect?" my mom asked in complete confusion

"Yeah like she's really cute and sweet. And her eyes are this really nice hazel brown"

"Other than Emily did you see anyone else who looked cute?"

"No, only Emily" I laughed, trying to pretend I was joking

"Emily is a girls name. You should only say boys are cute" my dad complained as he walked into the room

"Kenneth. Leave Alison alone, she can say a girl is cute if she wants"

"No she can't. Alison if I dare hear you talking about this Emily girl again, you will be kicked out of this house. Because I'm not having a gay for a daughter" my dad shouted with rage; a vein in his neck began to bulge and I thought it was going to pop

"Okay Kenneth. Ali honey, it's not appropriate to say a girl is cute" she told me

I didn't realise until a my mom spoke to Emily, that she didn't actually agree with my dad. However, the damage of my parents disapproval had already been done and I no longer showed my feelings towards Emily. I pushed my love for the beautiful brunette away and became the bitch most of Rosewood still see me as today; the bitch that was buried.

Emily's pov

"How did you all meet?"

"How did I meet the girls?" I ask myself

"I actually can't remember. It was so long ago, we were only eleven when we first met. Do you remember Alison?"

"Kind of, I don't remember a lot"

Ali's pov

"Kind of, I don't remember a lot " I lie

I'll always remember how I met my best friends, but I'm too embarrassed to admit that I did actually find them just so that I could be the most popular girl; like in the movies. At age 11 they were girl who could make me popular. At age 30 they are women who risk their lives for me and make me feel at home.

I run through to my bedroom, stand on the edge of my bed and pull out a small pink metal box from the back of my closet. Taped to the lid of the box is a discolored white card with 'Emily Catherine Fields + Alison Lauren DiLaurentis' written in smudged black pen. I walk back into the living room to show Emily my 'Emily box' for the first time.

Emily pulls open the lid and begins to place items on the ground. She flicks through a notebook full of signatures that I practice writhing with my dream married name 'Alison Fields'

"When did you write these?" Emily blushed

"I think I was eleven or thirteen...ish"

Emily continues to question the story behind items. Reminiscing moments captured by photos

"S.H what is this doing in here?" Emily asks, holding a black pen in front of me

I grin as I take Spencer's pen that I stole almost two decades ago. I pull the box closer to me and rummage through the many sentimental object from Emily and my relationship trying to find the other objects I stole that day. At the very bottom of the box lay a tangled feather necklace, coiled around a plastic ring.

"These are all from that day. The day we met" I say, half smiling

"I stole this from Spencer and this from Aria" I explain, holding up the pen and necklace

"I recognise this ring. Who's is it?"

"This ring reminds me of meeting both you and Hanna"

"Me and Hanna?" Emily asks in confusion

"It came from the top of Hanna's cupcake and you put in on my finger for me. Kinda like a proposal"

"Why don't I remember that?"

"Emily it was twenty years ago and so much has happened between then and now" I say, holding her hand and kissing her engagement ring

"I turned a plastic ring into a real one. And we turned a childhood friendship into a family"