"Alison, meet CeCe."
Alison stood there, frozen, as she stared at her half-sister. All this time, she thought she'd never see her. But here she was, being intorduced to her as if they were strangers. They were, technically, strangers but not entirely.
This, was their first encounter and she wasn't even ready.
Emily watched as Alison's face drained it's colour. Confused, Emily looked at CeCe and noticed that they both mirrored the same expression.
Could they have known each other?
Emily cleared her throat making the blonde girls look at Emily and snap out of their thoughts, "Do you guys know each other?"
Alison shook her head while CeCe did the speaking, "No, she doesn't but I do. Damn, I just got a little starstruck," She said and it seemed like she genuinely didn't know Alison. She looked at Emily with a lopsided grin, "I've got two celebrities in my house. How cool is that?"
Emily chuckled lightly and Alison just watched as they socialized. "Aren't you going to invite us in?" Emily playfully remarked.
Cece's eyes widened and she immediately made way for them to go in, "Come in."
When Alison stepped into the victorian house, she was immediately met with the welcoming environment. Overwhelmed by the feeling, she looked around and smiled. The place did look homey.
A picture hanging on the wall caught Alison's eyes though and her eyes lingered there for a while. She didn't even notice that she was slowly making her way to that picture. She reached out and placed her fingertips on the picture.
"Mom.." She whispered.
It was a picture of her mother and a mini Cece sitting on the swings. Her mother looked younger and she looked even happier. She lowered her gaze and looked at her mom's arms that were filled with bruises and cuts.
"That's my mother," Alison heard someone say behind her.
She turned around to look at Cece and blushed. "Uh, Where is she now?" She asked, pretending she didn't know her.
"She's dead." She simply said before turning around to face both Alison and Emily, "Do you guys want anything?" She questioned with a small smile.
"Nah, but thanks.. I came to talk," Emily said as she sat on the big leather couch.
Alison watched as she did so and she just stared, frozen when she saw another picture of her mother. "Alison?" She questioned worriedly.
Alison looked around and noticed Cece wasn't here. "Where's Cece?" She asked.
"Oh, she went to get juice." Emily said nonchalantly. She, then, raised a suspicious eyebrow at her. "Didn't you see her go to the kitchen?"
Alison shook her head and frowned. She watched as Emily brought the mug up to her lips and sipped it. "When'd you get coffee?" She asked.
Emily looked at Alison and opened her mouth to speak.
"Alison, you know you can tell me anything, right?" Emily asked and Alison looked at her and paused, as if she was thinking of an answer.
"Of course but why are you telling me this?" She asked, genuinely baffled and not aware of how many times she has been zoning out.
"You seem.. off?"
"Pfft.." Alison scoffed and smiled when she sees Cece come in the livingroom with a radiant smile on her face that looked awfully familiar.. like her mother's.
Cece smiled and placed the tray on the coffee table. She sat on the couch in front of the couch Alison and Emily were sitting on and placed her hands on her lap. She looked at Alison and Emily and smiled.
"So, what did you want to talk about?" She asked looking at Emily.
"Nothing, I just wanted to introduce you to mi amor," As soon as Emily said that she gazed at Alison with her eyes clouded with adoration. Alison looked back and blushed furiously.
"I know who your love is, Emily," Cece said and smirked. "Both of you are all over the news."
She looked at Alison and sadly smiled. "I'm sorry about what happened to you. Are okay now?"
Alison tensed up. Cece's voice was soothing and caring, it sounded so much like her mother's. A wave of nostalgia came upon her and she flinched at the sensation.
"Yeah, I'm fine and don't say sorry, you weren't the one who kidnapped me," Alison said, almost coldy as she glared at the floor.
Emily noticed this and was quick enough to change the subject and lessen the tension, for it was growing larger every second. They talked for hours and eventually they got an angry call from Mary, hollering over the phone and Alison could just imagine the scowl on her face.
Emily drove her home and Alison saw Jax, with his arms crossed, on the porch, with a deep frown on his face. Alison gave Emily a chaste kiss on Emily's cheek and left the car. She made her way to the porch, her heart beating immensely at what was to come.
When Jax saw Alison, his face lit up, but his scowl was still there. "Where were you, Alison?"
"With Emily." She said and prepared for all the questions.
"I heard about what happened last night."
"Okay."
"Do you know how worried sick we've been?"
"Yeah, and I'm sorry."
"Where's your phone?"
"In my pocket."
"Why weren't you answering?"
"It was on silent."
"And why were you on the newspapers?"
"I don't kno–"
"It also said you went to Cece's house, what the hell were you doing there?"
"Emily brought me there and chill with the questions, Jax." Alison huffed and looked behind him to see Jason coming out of the house.
He smiled at the sight of his sister and engulfed her in a bear hug. You see, Jax wasn't really the type to show that much affection, unlike Jason. He pulled away and a smile creeped up on Alison's face.
It was the same smile she had on everytime Jason hugged her.
"We were worried sick!" He exclaimed and then smiled, "But I'm glad you're okay, kitten."
Alison smiled and they all went to the kitchen and ate their dinner. Alison felt something vibrate in her pocket and she took it out to see Mary's name on the screen. Oh god, she thought. She answered the call and was immediately met with Mary's voice that was hollering in spanish.
"Geez, Mary. I don't speak Spanish."
"You blanca, go to fucking sleep, you have a concert to do tomorrow!"
"Okay, Mary," Alison said and chuckled, "Byeee, I love you!"
And before Mary could reply, she hung up. She continued eating with her brothers and then after that she went upstairs and collapsed on her bed, completely exhausted.
Her eyeslids were getting heavy and befote she knew it, she fell asleep.
***
I have finally gotten over my crush that everyone says is alike to Alison DiLaurentis which is a bad thing. It is not good to fall for a clone of Alison Dilaurentis and is gay and straight again.
I didn't exactly tell yall how I "broke" up with her. If you guys read my other story, then you would have known that my code name for her is Skye and that Skye had gave me a note saying she liked me back.
Then, we somehow ended up making out. (Don't ask)
I just got... tired... and broke off our fling or whatever and the next day I saw her smooching this boy in our class.
Tragic