There weren’t many people in Brooke’s life who she trusted. Allowing most people to come and go as they pleased and never getting too terribly attached to anyone. However, there was one person who the blonde felt she could always count on no matter what. Whether it was needing a shoulder to cry on or someone to have fun with. The person was her best friend, Alice. To Brooke, she was her soulmate. Her believing that nine times out of ten soulmates wound up being best friends instead of partners. Because of her ability to always count on Alice, Brooke made sure that she could always count on her too for whatever whenever. Today it happened to be reassurance that the other girl needed.
“Ali, stop and listen to me. Are you listening?” She asked, not waiting for an answer before she began talking again. “You did amazingly at the audition, trust me,“ Knowing her, of course Brooke was aware that everything she said wouldn’t exactly work or be a magic cure for all doubts but she had to try. "Don’t worry about them not calling because they will. I know I don’t know everything about acting but you’re one of the best actresses I’ve seen. Probably better than everyone that walked in there. And after they call, because they will, everyone else will want the chance to work with you too,” She assured her. “Okay?”
Prompt: Prompt about alison just barging in one of the girls room (i imagine spencer cause they are kinda alike) and babbling about sexual frustration and that em’s a tease and that they’re ready for that step and spence being all traumatized like wtf all just go talk to emily about that!
“What’s on your mind?” Spencer said looking up from her books to see Alison staring into space. “What?” Alison said, snapping back into focus. “Well you asked for help studying, but you’re just staring into space,” Spencer said, slight annoyance in her voice. “Sorry, I’ve just got a lot on my mind.” “Like what?” Spencer said eyeing her books below her, and Alison had to remind herself not to snap at the brunette for pestering her. “Nothing important,” Alison said casually, although the thought was eating away at her brain. “Fine, but I thought we were past that.” “Past what?” “The lying. The secrets. All of it,” Spencer said, locking eyes with the blonde for the first time. “Spence, it’s nothing. Seriously.” Spencer didn’t look convinced, but she moved her focus back to her textbook. They spent the next ten minutes in silence, Alison not wanting to say anything, scared that the question consuming all her thoughts would slip out, and that would definitely not be good, but at the same time praying that Spencer would say something, anything, even something about her dumb history homework, if it meant pushing this dumb thought out of her head. “Is it about Emily?” Spencer finally said, tilting her head slightly up and cocking her head to the side with a concerned look filling her dark eyes. “No,” Alison said, glad that she could keep her voice steady. She wanted to tell Spencer, to ask her, Spencer would know the answer, she would know what to do, she was like Alison, she could help her. But she didn’t want the brunette to get involved, she didn’t want to make things worse. “Does Emily still like me?” The words spilled out of her mouth before she could stop them and she bit her lip, immediately regretting letting the words slip from her mouth. Spencer’s head shot up and the brunette stifled a laugh, “What? Where is this coming from?” “Well, does she?” “Of course she does! She wouldn’t be dating you if she didn’t,” Spencer said, putting a hand on Alison’s shoulder. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” “Well I never thought I would hear those words come out of Alison DiLaurentis,” Spencer said with a laugh. Alison rolled her eyes, but her head still wasn’t clear. She felt Spencer’s eyes on her but she didn’t want to say the words out loud, she didn’t want to say them to Spencer of all people. “What else is going on?” Spencer asked, her hand still lingering on Alison’s shoulder. “If she likes me, why won’t she have sex with me?” Alison blurted out. The brunette’s eyes went wide and she pulled her hand away from Alison’s shoulder. “Uh,” she stumbled, a lost look covering her face. “I mean, we’ve been dating for like five months, and I think we’re both ready, but when we’re making out and I try to take it to the next step, she always stops me, and then-” “Ali. Ali! Stop! I don’t want to hear this,” Spencer said, cutting the blonde off and putting a hand over her face. But Alison was too far, and she couldn’t stop now. “She’s such a tease! When we’re making out she will put her hand under my shirt, but then when I go to take it off she whisks her hand away and acts like nothing happened. And when I go to put my hand under her shirt, she’ll pull it away!” “Ali!” “And she must have slept with Paige or Maya, right? Has she said anything about sleeping with them to you?” “No, Ali, no, I, uh, I don’t think we should talk about Emily’s sex life,” Spencer said, scrunching up her face. “She must of slept with one of them at some point. So why won’t she sleep with me? I know we’re both ready for the next step but she just won’t do it and I don’t understand-” “Ali! Ali! Stop! You need to talk to Emily about this. Not me.” “Fine,” the blonde said, “but you’re the one that asked.”