A/N: Hi guys, I'm back. For those of you who are wondering if I'll update Yellow Rose, I will (soon). Also a Quinntana fanfiction is on the way...

anyway, about this story. this isn't very long and I didn't put too much into it, I just wanted to see the reaction because I've never written for PLL before but I got an idea and this was the result... it's set in the December before Ali went missing but if I continued it I might eventually flip over to real time.

so please give feedback (good and bad) so i can decide whether to continue this. thanks :)

p.s team sparia ftw!

Ali twirled in front of Spencer and Aria, who were sitting on her bed admiring her as Ali tried on her new dresses. Ali wasn't really looking at them much though; she was too distracted by her own reflection in her floor length mirror.

"That dress is lovely," Aria said lavishly at the black and cream lace-up one. Spencer smiled in agreement, but with less enthusiasm. She knew how much Ali just wanted attention, and it frustrated her sometimes when she saw her friends get taken in by her foolish games of 'fashion shows' and 'shout mean stuff at the fat people down the road'. Whatever Ali wanted, she got. And Spencer couldn't help but be jealous of all the attention Aria was giving Ali.

Ali gushed at Aria's words, "Oh, you think? Well, I did think of you when I picked it out." The blonde smiled like an angel and sure enough, Aria was taken in by the fact that Alison DiLaurentis actually thought of her. Spencer rolled her eyes, the only reason Aria was being so gushy was because Ali knew she obsessed over lace, so she of course put the lace dress on. Spencer wasn't as easily impressed, unless it came to Aria.

Ali stepped out of the dress and threw it to Aria, revealing her purple silk bra and underwear. Spencer closed her eyes, feeling awkward about being there. It was worse in the girl's changing rooms, when everyone paraded around in nothing and didn't care because there were no boys there. But what they didn't know was that Spencer being there was just as bad.

"Try it on!" suggested Ali, grinning at both the brunettes who were sprawled casually on her bed, but directing the words only to Aria.

Aria thanked her and picked up the pretty dress, just as the ice cream van sounded and Ali excused herself.

"I'll be back in a minute; I'll go get some ice creams from the truck outside."

Aria lifted her shirt above her head and Spencer went to look away, as she always did, but found she couldn't. Her eyes traced up from her hips up her firm bare waist and to her simple black bra. She closed her eyes and tried to think of something else.

"Spencer, are you okay?" she was concerned, and then halted getting changed to sit by the taller girl, "Are you crying?"

I am inside, thought Spencer, as she felt Aria's bare skin and the slightest touch of her cotton bra brush her arm. "N-no, I'm fine," she choked out, but then that made her sound like she was crying even more, so Aria hugged her in response.

"Spence, I know something's up; I know you," she consoled, holding her tight.

To her complete surprise, Spencer found that she did actually start crying. Hot, salty tears ran quickly down her face and soaked Aria's bare shoulders.

SPENCER'S POV

Should I just tell her? Surely Aria of all people would understand. She's not supposed to love Ezra, but she does. I'm not supposed to love girls, but I do. I should just get it out; I read in a book somewhere it's not good to keep feelings bottled up inside. But how do I tell her? Yes, she might understand that part... but what about the part where I was listening to Taylor Swift's new album, Fearless, last night and Hey Stephen made me think of her, even though I didn't know why. I had to tell her though; I'd felt this way for a long time, and I realised it wasn't going to go away anytime soon.

Aria's face was scarily close to mine, her big hazel eyes staring into mine with concern. They melted me in an instant. My eyes flickered to her lips, shiny with the strawberry gloss she always used. I could smell them; I could almost taste them. Before I knew what I was doing I'd leant in and kissed her; her lips tasted delicious and they were even softer than I imagined.

Aria hadn't a chance to respond and my lips hadn't got a chance to jump back before Ali walked in with ice creams, which she almost dropped when she saw mine and Aria's lips connected.

My head spun to where Ali was standing, reeling from the kiss but in a bad way as well as a good way. I panicked. I couldn't stay there while Ali gave that stupid smirk she always gave and said some stupid remark that would leave me stinging for days. I just couldn't handle it right then, so I pushed past her, ran through the door and down the stairs without saying a word. However, I did look back through the door once I'd passed Ali... Aria hadn't moved an inch.

What did that mean? I desperately needed answers, but first I had to clear my head.