Hi! This is a new little story I was working on. It will probably only be a few chapters? Four or five? Please review and let me know what you think! Hope you enjoy. Thanks

Chapter 1 – in the past

"Good morning" he whispered in my ear, as the light of Sunday morning was shining in onto the bed and both of us. I rolled over to face him and then placed a gentle kiss on his lips.

"Morning" I smiled as I looked at his gorgeous face. I looked into his shining bright blue eyes and lost myself.

"Why don't I make us some breakfast?" he asked.

"Um, is that really a good idea?" I laughed at him as he mockingly gasped.

"Are you doubting my cooking skills?" he asks as he goes to get out of bed. No way is he getting away from me!

"Where do you think you're going mister?" I roll over in his direction and lock my arms around his bare chest pulling him back down. He laughs and pulls my lips over to his. His hands run down my back and my fingers knot in his hair.

After a few minutes of bliss he pulled me off of him and I groaned bothered that he was ending my fun. "Breakfast time, I'll even make pancakes" he laughed.

"Uh" I growled "You know I can think of something I'd rather you were doing" I smirked at him and he rolled his eyes at me but kissed the top of my head. I flopped over in the bed and stuck my head under the pillows waiting for him to come back and wake me.

"Beep! Beep! Beep!" my alarm went off and woke me from my paradise. I rolled out of bed that morning feeling more alone than usual. As I got up I glanced over at my alarm clock to see that it was already 8 am. Frustrated that I had overslept I quickly ran to the shower and began to get ready for the day ahead.

As I stood I hoped the warm water would soothe me but I had so much running through my head. Mostly frustration and regret with a tad of angry and jealousy on top. Today the love of my life was getting married, But not to me. I had lost him a year ago when I let him leave, when I didn't fight for what I wanted, all while trying to protect him. It seemed right then but now I couldn't think of anything more wrong.

He had moved on clearly, while I was still in my home watching the movies we used to watch at his apartment on my Saturday nights. I shook my head trying to stop these thoughts while I wrapped a towel around me and looked for something to wear. What was appropriate to wear to the wedding of your former boyfriend who you still had feelings for, I asked myself. I had no answer and who was I going to get advice from? Not many people had the experience.

I began to try dresses on and couldn't come to a conclusion on why none of them were right as I tossed another into the pile forming on my bed. Everything was either too formal, or not formal enough, too revealing, or I was entirely too covered up. I finally found myself happy in a little red dress only to figure out I had worn this on our first date in public. Maybe that's why I had been drawn to it? But that wasn't appropriate to wear to his wedding was it? Would he even remember? I decided that I didn't care. If he didn't remember it then no harm done and if he did, why would he care? Part of me hoped that he did. That it would bring back the memories of the time we spent together, so madly in love.

I curled my hair as usual and finished putting on my makeup in time to look over at the clock that read 9:10. I had twenty minutes to get there, why hadn't anyone yelled at me that it was time to go? I was not the only one in this house who was attending and I couldn't imagine everyone was running this far behind. I hurried down the stairs and a note on the kitchen table caught my eye. I went over to quickly read it assuming I had a few minutes to spare and I could still make it in time.

Aria,

We are at the wedding, I wasn't sure if you still wanted to come so I figured if you decide to attend we would see you there. I hope that you do what's right. I will save you a seat.

Love mom

I read in my mom's messy hand writing. She knew how upset I had been when we first got the invitation in the mail, but I try to push that thought out of my head as I rush out the door. Clearly my mom didn't want to deal with waking me up if I was going to be a mess so I was going to keep my emotions under control. I can do this I thought as I got in my car and drove to the church in town.

It was odd to be here considering in the last year I had been here twice, but only for funerals. The church certainly didn't seem like a happy place to me anymore. Not after those and Ian being hung in the bell tower after trying to push spencer off it. Then I thought of my friends and wondered if they were here. Had they even been invited? I wasn't sure. This certainly wasn't something that came up in conversation, mostly because they knew better than to talk about him. They didn't want to deal with the crying or me quickly excusing myself to go home. I didn't want people to know how broken I still was but it was hard to fool my friends. They saw right through the front I tried to put up.