Chapter 1
Alison's POV:
I don't know. Ever since Emily kissed me in the library I've felt, different. And afterwards I just smiled like a fool because I didn't know what to do. I should've said, "Ew! You're gay!" or something to make it seem like I didn't enjoy it (because I did).
I kissed a girl and I liked it
The taste of her cherry chap stick
I kissed a girl just to try it
Hope my boyfriend don't mind it
It felt so wrong It felt so right
Don't mean I'm in love tonight
I kissed a girl and I liked it
I liked it
My radio blared. I quickly shut it off, blushing. I bet she just wanted to try it. But I liked it; the taste if her peach chap stick. What was wrong with me? I screamed into my pillow before turning the radio back on.
Us girls we are so magical
Soft skin, red lips, so kissable
Hard to resist so touchable
Too good to deny it
Ain't no big deal, it's innocent
I plugged my ears while Katy Perry finished singing I Kissed a Girl. Her song, Thinking of You started playing so I just turned off the radio and threw it out the window. It wasn't a big deal. It was shit anyways. I brushed my teeth, got into my pajamas and crawled into bed. I attempted to fall asleep. I counted sheep, counted from 100 down to 1, I did a lot of counting in general. I just couldn't sleep. I was tossing and turning, thinking about the song. And Emily. I checked my clock. It flashed 12:19 AM. I sighed and pulled out my journal.
It wasn't a diary because I wrote poetry in it. Poetry about real life. My real diary is very different from my journal (but not all that different) my journal is like my diary but with other peoples secrets (and some of mine). If any stranger read it they wouldn't know the people it was about because every name and action was hidden in poetry. I flipped to a new page and wrote whatever came to me. I was thinking about Emily. I wrote down about a beautiful mermaid, gliding through the sea with her beautiful tail glistening in the sun. No one would know it was about Emily. It was my poem to keep. I wrote more after that, this time referring to Emily as "Girl Crush". After writing I stared down at the paper. What did I just write? I was about to rip out the page but someone was nearing my room so I pretended to be sleeping. Jason entered and stared at me. He looked worried. When he shut the door I was already fast asleep.
I woke up the next morning sweating. By that time, I had forgotten about the page I wrote about Emily. I wiped my forehead. Why was I sweating? Soon, last nights dream came back to me. We were back in the library. Emily had just kissed me. Instead of a peck on lips she was forcefully making out with me, grabbing my hair. Clothes were removed and things were about to happen. Until I woke up. I shook my head, thinking I remembered it wrong. I walked down stairs to eat breakfast and hop in the shower.
"Why is your face so red?" Jason questioned me with a piece of toast shoved in his mouth.
"No reason," He shrugged and walked away. I looked at myself in the mirror. My face was really red. I suddenly had an urge to vomit. I ran to the bathroom before puking up last nights dinner. I grabbed the thermometer from the bathroom cabinet and checked my temperature. One hundred and three. Yikes. Obviously I had to stay home from school. My mom kissed me on the forehead before heading off to work. My dad was usually gone by the time I woke up. I sighed and went back to my bedroom to sleep.
I woke up in a different room. The covers looked familiar. I looked around the room and suddenly realized whose room I was in. Emily's. I flinched when I heard someones voice.
"Ali, are you ready?" Emily asked.
"For what?" I questioned.
"For this," Emily pressed her lips to mine. I suddenly realized this was a dream. It was raining when I went to sleep but it was sunny out and birds were chirping. I rolled with it. Again, clothes were removed but before anything happened I woke up.
"What?" I rubbed my face. When I turned I saw Emily standing by the door holding a pot.
"Uh, I thought you might want some soup since your sick," She hesitantly rested the pot of soup on my nightstand before sitting on my bed.
"You didn't have to make me soup," I told her. She blushed and looked down.
"Maybe I wanted to," She smirked. Aw, she was so cute! Ugh, stop it Ali! I hit my hand against my face.
"Are you okay?" She worriedly asked. I just nodded and rested my head in her lap. Her hand hovered over my cheek before deciding to rest it on my cheek. I shivered.
"That felt nice," I sighed and closed my eyes. She stroked my hair gently. I fell asleep with my head resting on her lap. Emily always soothed me. She was so kind and caring.
Emily's POV:
"Ali?" I asked. She didn't move. I think she's asleep. Should I kiss her? What if she wakes up? I kept on listing pro's and con's before switching to my old method.
If a bird passes the window in the next 20 seconds, I can kiss her. I started counting. At 16 seconds a flock of birds passed the window. I think that was a good sign. I moved her hair to the side before kissing behind her ear. She gasped. Is she awake?
"Ali?" I asked again. She didn't move. Good. After a good 30 minutes I lied down on her bed. She was sound asleep by now so I decided to bring her body closer to me. I brought her up closer to my face and she snuggled against my chest. She was so cute. I couldn't help but sigh. These moments gave me hope that maybe Ali could love me the way I love her. I relaxed and fell asleep. When I woke up, Ali was gone. I heard the shower turn off. I listened to her feet padding against the wood. She was nearing the room. I pretended to be sleeping, squinting my eyes until they were barely open. She entered the room with only a towel covering her. I saw her look at me before dropping her towel. I gasped. It took every bone in my body for me not to open my eyes wide open and just stare. She looked over to me and smirked.
She got into some skinny jeans with a lose pink t-shirt and white converse. "Beautiful mermaid," she said before leaving the room. I blushed. When I was sure she was gone I grinned so hard. It was 6:00 PM. I had to get home before my mom got worried.
"Ali, I have to go," I shouted down the hallway.
"Can I walk you?" She asked, walking out of the bathroom with makeup on.
"Sure, but I have to ask, why did you get into clothes and put make up on?"
"I'm going out with some friends," I nodded and slightly frowned. Typical Ali.
"Okay, bye," I quickly said before running out the door. She ran after me and grabbed my wrist. I swear I felt a shock go through my body.
"I'm walking you," She insisted. The whole walk home was silent. When we were almost to my house she grabbed my hand. I could she was suppressing a smile.
"Where have you been Emily?" My mother was shouting angrily from the porch.
"Ali wasn't feeling too good so I wanted to check up on her,"
"Well she looks fine now!" Great.
"I was getting over a break up. The relationship I was in was pretty serious. But Emily made me feel better," Ali pitched in. Boy, did she know how to lie. Typical Ali.
"I'm so sorry to hear about that, Alison. I wasn't aware that had happened," My mom hugged Ali and I waved at her before walking into my house. I thought, has Ali ever done that for any of the other girls? Help them out of a sticky situation? I don't think she ever has. That made me feel special. And when Ali wanted to make you feel special she could make you feel really, really special.