A/N: Hey everyone! This is a new thing I decided up, based on the entrance of Ezra's mother and brother into the PLL storyline. Don't worry; I'm not going to mess with Ezria... too badly. Hope you guys give this a read and leave a sweet review.

Also, the next part will be better and longer. It took a while for me to get into this.

I don't own Pretty Little Liars.

Ezra Fitz smiled widely at his girlfriend, Aria Montgomery, who sat on the floor of his apartment, cross-legged. She leafed through a newspaper before glancing up at Ezra, whose eyes were trained on her. She narrowed her gaze at him.

"Why are you so happy?" He could sense a hint of worry in her voice, which brought on a fit of his laughter.

"Why can't a man be happy?" He grabbed her hands and pulled her to her feet, wrapping his arms around her waist. His lips found hers as he met her in a sweet, soft kiss. Aria didn't melt into it, as she normally did, and he could sense that something wasn't right.

"Aria, what's wrong?" He questioned as they pulled apart, looking his girlfriend in the face. She couldn't even bare to met his eyes, her telltale sign of hurt. She cleared her throat suddenly before lifting her chin up.

"You got a letter."

Ezra raised an eyebrow.

"And?"

"And it's from your mother." Ezra hadn't heard from his mother in what felt like an eternity. His parents divorced when he was younger and his mother had become… very socially obsessed. She checked society columns everyday, spent hours perfecting her outfit for the newest ladies' tea, and dragged the two Fitz brothers to every luncheon possible. As soon as he could, Ezra moved out of his mother's glamorous house. Happily so.

"Why is she trying to reach me now?" Ezra glanced around his familiar Hollis apartment, almost as if in search of said letter. He saw nothing out of the ordinary.

"I… I didn't mean to read it. I just… stumbled into it." Aria bent over to retrieve her dark brown purse. From it, she pulled forth a white pressed envelope that nearly reeked of Ezra's mother's perfume. Chanel No. 5. He simply always associated the scent with old lady.

He recognized his mother's familiar script on the cover of the envelope, reading 'Ezra Fitz' in a delicate cursive. He turned it over and reached in for the piece of stationary, with his mother's initials branded the front. He glanced one last time at Aria before beginning to read the letter.

Dear my beloved Son,

I am sorry that I am writing to you like this, but I felt like a letter would serve as a better explanation than a long overdue phone call. Your brother actually gave me your new address in Rosewood, but don't be mad at him. It was all my doing. We haven't talked in a very long time and it pains me to say that the reason for this letter is our reconnection, but it is something you must know.

Your father passed away. I know that is no excuse for all that has happened, but we both know he would want you out here for the funeral. Accompanied with this letter is the information on it. Your father's caretaker said that his last wish was to see you. He had suffered from heart disease, as you know, and went into cardiac arrest last week. I hope to see you soon.

Love, Mom.

Ezra's heart nearly fell in his chest as his arm holding the letter dropped to his side. He glanced up at Aria, who wore a face full of concern. He cleared his throat before letting the letter drop and running a hand through his tousled dark locks.

"My dad died?" He asked, voice raising an octave. To Aria, it was almost as if he sounded like a little boy. It pained her to hear the hurt in his tone. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him against her chest.

"I'm going with you." She whispered into his ear as she ran her nails up and down his back and shoulder blades in sign of comfort. Ezra sighed from within her hold.

"You can't miss school… not for this." They pulled apart as Aria shook her head. Ezra had grown to love that look of determination in Aria Montgomery's hazel eyes. She was stubborn, to say the least, and when she wanted something, she got it. He knew there was no use putting up a fight with her about it. And he definitely didn't want to face his father's funeral alone.

Especially the complications that came along with the idea of his mother.

He groaned loudly at the thought.

"What's wrong?" Aria asked, tucking a strand of his hair behind his ear. "Talk to me."

"I really didn't want you to meet my family this way." She kissed the tip of his nose and sighed contently.

"Well, you gotta start somewhere."

Ezra Fitz was less than excited to fly out to White Plains to see his family. He hadn't spoken to his mother since his graduation from Hollis; it's why he relocated to Pennsylvania anyway. To get away from the crazy. And Rosewood seemed like the perfectly remote town Ezra needed.

His old life had had… plenty of complications. Many of which he didn't want to burden on Aria. But he also knew that his brother would be there. Ezra and his brother had always had that simple relationship; they hung out, got along great, and even enjoyed frequent meetings to catch up on the other's life. He wanted Aria to meet him, to see another part of him that he'd never really opened up to anyone. But along with his old life came an old mistake, one he knew he'd have to face.

Blair Stanton was her name.

Ezra and Blair had dated in high school, and after graduating, they decided to give that whole long distance relationship a try. Ezra had left Blair… for none other than Jackie Molina. It had been so much easier for him to do so; Jackie was in Rosewood, Blair was in New York City. Jackie was the perfect girl to bring home to mother, while Blair was the wild card. Whenever you started to get a gist of her personality, she pulled a 360 and became someone completely different.

Ezra had been scared of the way Blair had made him feel… so he chose Jackie… safe, predictable Jackie.

And you can see how well that turned out.

Despite the fact that he knew his relationship with Aria was very safe and stable, he feared the sight of Blair. He knew she'd be there. They were childhood best friends, high school sweethearts, and their parents had been close, so close that they always joked about Ezra and Blair's future arrangements.

He could just picture her now; walking down the aisle of the church, dressed in all black, headed straight for his father's casket. He feared the moment when she'd step in front of him and offer her arms. He could almost hear her singsong voice say, 'my condolences. Oh my god, Ezzie' and hold him in her strong grip.

Aria had to go with him, he decided, to remind him that maybe leaving Blair for Jackie was the best possible decision.

If he hadn't left Blair, he might have moved to New York right out of college, never even meeting Aria.

Everything happened for a reason, he decided, even if the whole Jackie relationship didn't really turn out well.

He had Aria Montgomery, which was all he needed… right?