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Emily's done with him, Emily is so done with Liam. Liam Allen is the boy in her class, they're lab partners and he seemed pleasant enough. They got their work done, seemed to disagree on nothing and were their teachers favourite. I mean he clearly didn't shower enough and he was an obvious fuck boy but he got shit done and worked well with Emily, who was she to have problems with a boy who did nothing to her? Except one day, the curly haired boy turns to her with that classic boyish smirk and flirtatious eyes, she has the rejection on her tongue as he asks her, "So, Junk, how about it? Me and you, Saturday night." He leans back in his seat and runs a hand through his dark curls.
"Liam, I'm flattered and you seem really nice but I'm taken." Emily states flatly, smiling apologetically all the same. She hates rejection, she knows what it feels like, but then again Liam Allen has hundreds of people crushing on him, what's the big deal to him?
"What's his name?" He asks, not impolitely but almost in a challenging sense. Emily bites her lips slightly but shakes it off, knowing to be confident and not give two shits about his potential close-minded response.
"Her..." Emily trails off. He visibly stiffens. "And it's names... plural." That's when a frown knits between his eyebrows and he leans forward in his chair.
"Names?" He repeats and she nods simply, not being ashamed at all of the three amazing women she completely in love with. "So you're... dating several people? And they're all girls?" He speaks slowly and she has to resist an eye roll that she's inherited from Beca and Stacie's influence.
"Yup." She smiles slightly in hope, popping the 'P' at the end of her response. He frowns deeper as she taps her fingers together nervously. "So you're not only a dyke but you're dating three of them, not just one. God that almost makes it worse." He scoffs, Emily feels her heart knot up in her, her fists clenching and resisting the urge to punch him square in the face in the middle of class. "But you're too pretty to be gay."
"Please be quiet." Emily mumbles, rage seething off her voice but tears also building in her eyes, but she has to be strong for them, she tries to imagine Chloe's hand running up and down her back to soothe her and she relaxes slightly. But he continues. "Look Liam, please leave me alone, I love my girlfriends and I don't need you telling me that our love isn't 'valid', please leave me alone." She whispers, her voice shaking, packing up her stuff and leaving the lab as the lesson ended, but he followed.
"Just answer this, are you sure this isn't some type of phase? Or just an experiment for fun? I mean maybe they only wanted you to spice things up or just to experiment a little I dunno, they could all just dump you and realise that being gay is wrong. How do you know that they really love you?" And that's when she punched him.
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Emily ran back to the apartment, her bruised hand throbbing like crazy and tears welling in her eyes. She bit back sobs as she sprinted to the door. She fumbled with the keys before managing to get the door open, she was shaking and shaking, her lip wobbling and tears slipping from the barriers she tried to build. She tried so hard not to give into him, to ignore him, to focus on them: on Chloe's loving cuddles that make her feel warm inside and bright blue eyes that sparkle after she kisses her, on the feeling of Beca's fingertips running against her back and stomach as she smiles and whispers that she loves her in the mess of sheets in the morning, the feeling of Stacie's lips on hers and her breath in her mouth as they kiss and the tingling she gets when Stacie winks at her or sends flirty comments her way. But despite all this the rage overcame her and now all she wants is them.
She opens the door and flings her backpack on a chair, finding them in their shared bedroom. Stacie is sat doing work in the middle, her adorable reading glasses on, Beca sits next to her with her legs thrown across Stacie's lap on her laptop and Chloe is reading with her head in Beca's lap, her free hand tracing stacie's outstretched leg. All their heads turn with light in their eyes as they notice Emily is home but their faces change to worry as they see she's been crying. Beca notices her mangled hand, Chloe notices her shaking and Stacie sees the heartbreak in her eyes. The three push their stuff aside and leap to hug her. Chloe is the first one with her arms around the tall girl, Emily breaking down finally, sobs spilling out and crying into Chloe's shoulder. Stacie and Beca hug her as well, Beca whispering sweet nothing into her ear as Stacie kisses her ears gently.
They gently sit her down on the bed, Emily's heavy sobs becoming scattered and lighter. Beca has her hand on Emily's thigh gently as the younger girl slows her breaths. Stacie is running her hand up and down Emily's back whilst Chloe holds her hands gently, squeezing slightly every so often.
"I know this will sound stupid because I know it's not true but... you know Liam?" Emily confessed, everything spilling out.
"Your lab partner?" Stacie asked, Emily nodding.
"Well he asked me out and when I said no and explained us... he... he said... he said I was probably just an experiment and that you guys don't really love me and that it's just a phase." She choked out. "And I know it's not true and that you guys really do love me... but I couldn't help but believe him for two seconds and I just-"
Chloe pressed her lips gently against Emily's, her warm hands holding Emily's mildly cold ones protectively. Chloe's lips were soft against hers and her hands went up to cup her cheeks. When Emily pulled back she was met with those bright cerulean blue eyes that made her knees go weak and her caramel brown eyes sparkle in happiness. "Emily, you're no experiment. We love you so much." Chloe whispered. Chloe's words always soothed her, Chloe's cerulean eyes shone bright and her mouth curled up in a contagious smile Emily felt spreading to her own lips. Chloe leaned her forehead against Emily's and kissed her nose gently, pulling away to caress the younger girl's face gently.
Emily then had Stacie's lips on hers, this kiss differing from others as this was less hungry and more sincere, tender and caring all in all. Stacie always showed how much she loved Emily through her actions, she thought they spoke louder than words, and this kiss spoke volumes. Stacie's lips tasted of apple mints and her hair was so soft as Emily threaded her fingers through Stacie's waves of brown hair.
"Ems, screw him. I swear to God i'm going to kill him. But right now, you need to know we love you, we'd never do that to anyone, let alone you." Stacie spoke softly, Emily nodding but never quite meeting Stacie's green orbs, Stacie tucked a finger under her chin and lifted her head up. Emily's eyes were locked on hers and she let out a breathy sigh of love. Stacie smiled and Emily felt relieved.
And finally, Beca leaned forward to kiss Emily with all the love she had. Emily sighed into her mouth, Beca's kisses were always tender and loving yet this one was even more so. Emily felt Beca's arms around her neck as Beca sat in her lap slightly, legs curling around her waist. And when she pulled away, Beca's midnight blue eyes had the signs of the brewing storm deep in them, Emily knowing she was angry at Liam and was planning on borderline murdering him with Stacie. Beca reached out for Emily's bruised hand, that was held by Chloe's, and examined the bruises that painted Emily's anger into her sun-kissed skin.
Beca placed a gentle kiss to the mangled hand, Emily not flinching but having her eyes trained on her lap. Beca brought her hand under Emily's chin and brought her head up so their eyes met. "Em, we love you so much, never ever doubt that, baby." Beca whispered, voice smooth and silky like chocolate. "This is real, realer than anything I've ever felt ever. It's real." She whispered. Emily finally broke a smile as she felt Chloe kiss her shoulder and Stacie tuck and lock of her wispy brown hair behind her ear gently.
"It's real." Emily smiled a small smile and laughed lightly. "I love you guys." She whispered, the other three then had their arms around the youngest girl, hugging her tight; Chloe kissed her head gently, Stacie kissed her jaw and Beca placed a gentle on on her ear. Chloe then tugged on her arm and gestured for them to lie down. Stacie took the lead, leaning her head against the pillow on the headboard, Emily immediately put her head on Stacie's chest, Beca cuddled up behind Emily, spooning her and kissing her shoulder. Chloe then took to the other side of Stacie and had her head placed against Stacie's shoulder. Stacie kissed chloe's head and the four of them entangled their legs. Chloe reached for Emily's hand, finding the bruised one and holding it gently, Emily feeling warm with her cold hand in Chloe's warm one.
And in that moment they were perfect. All wrapped up in each other and content.
But, above all, they were in love and that love is real.