This story happens some time at the end of season 1. Ian did not die, Emily is not moving to Texas, and Aria's parents are getting back together.

The bell for the next period rang.

"… and our time is up," finished Mr. Fitz, "and don't forget, homework for tonight is to read the first scene of A Midsummer Night's Dream. Oh, and... Aria. Please see me after class." The students of Mr. Fitz's AP English class packed up and trickled out of the door and on to the next class. Aria cautiously approached Ezra's desk.

"I've been meaning to talk to you," they said simultaneously.

"You first," Ezra offered.

"So this weekend…" Aria began, "I was thinking we could do something… special. My parents are busy rekindling their romance, and Mike's going to be staying at a friend's."

"I could get us a room at the Hilton in Philly," Ezra jumped in quickly. Aria's face reddened. Sex was a touchy, delicate topic for teens her age; it was a big deal for most. But for Ezra, having sex was completely normal for someone his age. He had already gotten past the awkwardness. He wasn't even a virgin. This thought made her slightly uneasy. "Or…" Ezra continued cautiously, "Is that not what you had in mind…"

"No, it was" Aria replied.

"Are you sure?" Ezra asked, "Because I don't want to pressure you into doing anything you don't feel comfortable doing. I'm ready whenever you are. If you need me to wait, I'll wait. I promise, your decisions will not change my feeli-"

Aria held her hand up, cutting Ezra off. She took a deep breath. "Don't worry. I'm ready"

"Okay!" Ezra replied enthusiastically. "So this weekend…"

"Um, how about Saturday night?" Aria offered. "My parents are going out on a date, and I can just tell them I'll be sleeping over at Spencer's."

"Perfect!" Ezra smiled, and Aria's heart melted. She loved his boyish smile; she loved the way it made his enchanting blue eyes glisten.

"Well, I gotta get to my next class. But I'll talk to you later" Aria said, and Ezra pecked her on her lips as his way of saying goodbye, and Aria walked out the door.

Aria met up with Spencer, Emily, and Hanna, who could all sense something different was going on with Aria.

"Aria?" Spencer began, "what went on with you and Mr. Fitz?"

Aria pursed her lips "nothing," she lied. "Why"

"Come on, Aria," Hanna goaded. "We can just tell. Now spill it, girl!"

"It was nothing, I swear," Aria fibbed again, "Can we please talk about something else?"

"No," Hanna said, playfully, leaning in. "We're talking about this. Now talk."

"Fine," Aria gave in, "Ezra just told me he liked my essay."

Emily narrowed her eyes in suspicion, "The last time we wrote an essay was three months ago…?"

"Fine," Spencer said, exasperatedly, "Aria obviously does not want us to know."

Hanna raised an eyebrow. "That just means it's juicy.

"Okay, okay, I'll tell. Ezra and I… are… having sex this weekend. For the first time." Aria spilled, and the rest of the liars' jaws dropped unanimously.

"You're losing your VIRGINITY to MR. FITZ?" Spencer asked. Aria nodded sheepishly, wishing her friends wouldn't make a fuss.

Hanna smiled mischievously. "Afterward, I want to hear every. Detail. I'll bet he is GREAT in bed." Aria playfully smacked Hanna's shoulder.

"You're not doing it in his apartment, are you?" Emily asked.

"No, of course not. He's getting us a room at the Hilton in Philly." Aria answered. "Spence, can I tell my parents I'll be sleeping at your house?"

"Sure Aria, I'll do whatever I can to cover for you. I don't want your night to be ruined.

"Thanks, Spence, you're a great friend."

"Guys…" Emily warned and tilted her head to the ceiling, gesturing for them to look up. They did, and became face to face with—

"Jenna!" Aria gasped.

"Hello, Aria" Jenna responded coolly.

"How much of our conversation did you hear?" Aria asked, worried.

"Just enough" Jenna replied, the corners of her lips turning upward in a sinister, menacing way. "Oh, I heard just enough."

I hope you liked it! Please review I am always open to constructive criticism and I would love to know how to improve my writing