Crazier ➳ Emison (COMPLETED)

44 - Faster Than my Bullet

Spencer peeked her head around the wooden door, staring out into the street ahead as the warm night air enveloped her skin. She waited with bated breath for Emily and Alison to arrive - the blonde had put her on watch duty, claiming she was the most responsible, and the witty brunette found it funny that both Aria and Hanna hadn't even bothered arguing.

All of the people inside the house were chatting animatedly, drinking or making out with someone - the usual things that happened at every Rosewood High party. Noel had helped them with the sound system installation but they hadn't turned on the music yet, truthfully scared that anyone from a block away could hear them.

Spencer turned around for a moment to scan the inside of the place; Hanna was enthusiastically munching on chips along with Caleb as they discussed when was the appropriate time to expand wardrobes due to seasonal change - well, Hanna talked, Caleb listened with an amused smile. Ezra and Aria were still obsessing over the drinks and snacks table, cleaning up every little mess the kids from their school made, which made Spencer believe they would become great parents, all while an old camera hung around Aria's neck by a strap, the petite brunette hoping to get Emily's surprised face on film for a possible collage she was making of her friends. Toby had gone to help carry more plastic chairs inside the house with the promise that he would return soon enough, before Emily got there. Noel and Mona were huddled in the corner, talking to some people from school. The witty brunette turned back around, going back to her duty.

Once Spencer caught a glimpse of brown and blonde hair down the asphalt road from the lake house under the light of a lamppost, she rushed over to Hanna and Aria, who upon seeing her distressed look, hurried over to her side.

"They're here," Spencer informed.

"How did Ali even get her here?" Aria asked with interest. She truly wondered why Emily would agree to being randomly dragged by Alison late at night to her own uncle's lake house. She made a mental note to ask Alison about it later.

And it indeed wasn't a simple task by any means for Alison. She had to come up with an explanation to the sudden request of bringing Emily to the lake house, but her years of perfecting her lying skills had helped, and she had merely told her girlfriend that there was a book she needed to burrow from Aria - that the petite brunette had left at the lake house of her uncle when she'd gone for a visit - for an upcoming and urgent Psychology project that she had, in her own foolery, postponed until the last minute, and that she was scared to go there alone. The Queen Bee had exaggerated with the details, knowing that the bigger the lie, the more believable it is.

Emily, although skeptical about the reasoning, still had Alison's best interests in mind and was happy that blonde turned to her instead of going there all alone. The brunette hesitantly allowed herself to be led over to the particular lake house by Alison who claimed to have gotten a key from Aria. The blonde was over the moon when Emily hadn't remembered that Aria wasn't even taking Psychology.

"How she got her here? Probably promised her a twenty four hour sex service." Hanna shrugged.

Aria and Spencer gaped at her in disgust. "Gross, Han," the petite brunette let out.

"Oh, come on. With a girlfriend like Ali, Em is probably doing all kinds of kinky stuff behind closed doors that we don't know about," Hanna gave them a small smirk with a wiggle of her eyebrows.

"Please stop talking," Spencer deadpanned, getting Hanna to merely chuckle at the amount of revulsion written on her face. "That disturbing image aside, hide!" the youngest Hastings practically shouted in their faces and, not wanting to upset their friend, Aria and Hanna scattered around, scolding people to stay quiet and hide while they turned off all the lights. As Hanna ran off to Caleb's side, she sarcastically mumbled something to herself about Spencer being so preppy that she had rhymed without even noticing she had.