A/N Thanks for reading my story. Please R&R to let me know what you think. Everything is canon except for a few tweaks I made to characters and situations to better fit the story. I am really curious to know what people think about how I wrote the characters. This fic is set towards the end of season 4A but obviously, before everyone leaves for Ravenswood.

"Hey Spence, do you think your neighbors are asleep yet?" Caleb asked, leaning against the counter in Spencer's kitchen.

Checking her phone, Spencer replied, "Yeah, you guys should be good. Just keep quiet. Mrs. Ouellette called the police on one of my parents' social functions last year, because 'they were disrupting the neighborhood's tranquility.'"

"Duly noted," Toby said, before pulling a jar out of his coat pocket and passing it to Caleb.

Examining the jar's contents, Caleb said, "How much did you pay for this?"

"Fifteen a gram," Toby replied.

"Not surprising," Emily said, taking the jar from Caleb.

"Since when are you an expert?" Toby shot back.

"I'm not," Emily replied, "but this stuff has all the stems and shit in it."

"Does it matter? I bought five grams. That should be plenty."

"It's the point," Caleb cut in. "My friends out west wouldn't even sell stuff that cheap."

"Fine but you cut ties with all of your old friends," Toby said defensively, "and if anyone else tried to buy pot they would get sold a bag of oregano."

Spencer leaned against the counter, sipping her drink and watching her friends argue. It was funny how much thought people put into getting high. Glancing around the group, Spencer noticed Paige watching the others with equal amusement.

"Ok so who's coming?" Caleb finally asked, ending the debate.

"I am coming," Emily said. Stuffing the jar back in his pocket, Toby simply raised his hand. Turning towards Spencer, Caleb gave her a questioning look.

"I can't, tomorrow is a study day," Spencer said.

"Come on Spencer, can't you take one whole weekend off?" Hanna called from the living room.

"I have an AP calc test and an AP European History test on Monday," Spencer replied, "so no, not this weekend."

"You know there is such a thing as being too smart," Hanna continued.

"Count me out too," Paige interrupted, before Spencer could reply again. "I made states and I don't want to lose my spot over a random drug test."

"Ok so that's three," Caleb said. "Hanna, Aria?"

"Coming," Aria called, as she and Hanna jumped of the couch.

As the two girls joined the group, Hanna said, "Coming," and thrust her hand out for the others to see. As Spencer looked at Hanna, she realized the blonde was holding an apple that had been nearly cut into thirds.

Staring at the mutilated fruit, Caleb asked "What do you guys have against apples?"

"Nothing," Aria said, taking the apple from Hanna. "We made a bong," she continued, before she raised one of the openings to her mouth and inhaled.

As the guys traded skeptical looks, Spencer asked, "Is that thing even safe to smoke out of?"

"It will work fine," Hanna said, "and I thought you weren't coming."

"I'm not. I just don't want to drive someone to the hospital because they spilled flaming weed into their hand."

"How about we use Toby's bowl," Emily suggested.

Her excitement slightly deflated, Hanna replied, "Fine." Aria simply nodded and took a bite out of their deformed bong.

"All right, let's do this," Caleb said, as he pushed himself away from the counter and started walking towards the door.

As everyone else followed Caleb, Emily turned to Paige and asked, "Are you sure you don't mind?"

"Yes, it fine," Paige replied reassuringly.

"But I feel bad getting high when you can't come."

"Em, as long as you don't turn into a pot head, I am fine with it."

"Are you positive?"

"Yes and if it makes you feel better we can smoke after swim season is over. Okay?"

Shaking her head, Spencer put her drink down and moved towards the couple. "Em, go get stoned," she said, wrapping her arm around Paige's shoulder. "I need to steal your girlfriend for a little while anyway." Seeing the questioning look on Emily's face, Spencer continued, "We're out of beer and Paige's cousin is working at the convenience store tonight. Hopefully, he still doesn't check ID for family members."

"Em, are you coming?" Hanna called from the doorway.

"Yeah just a sec." Turning back towards Paige and Spencer she continued, "Ok just play nice you too."

"Don't worry, we will," Spencer said, with a smirk. Paige simply nodded in agreement as she watched her girlfriend hurry after the rest of the group into Spencer's backyard.

As Emily closed the door behind her, Paige shrugged her shoulders and pulled away from Spencer. Grabbing her coat and her car keys, she started walking towards the front door. Spencer quickly followed behind. As the two girls made their way towards Paige's car, Paige hissed over her shoulder, "What the hell is the matter with you?"

"What, did I do something wrong?" Spencer asked innocently.

"Was the whole best buddies act necessary?" Paige said as she opened the door of her car.

"I was just trying to get Em to leave," Spencer replied as she hopped into the passenger seat.

"You could have done it without the touchy feely crap," Paige spat back.

"I just wanted to be believable."

"You missed believable and went to straight to over compensating."

"I'm sorry, maybe I had to over compensate because someone tried to blind me earlier today."

"That was your own fault," Paige replied.

"You told me to sit there!"

"I didn't think you would be looking directly at the muzzle when I fired."

"I'm sorry I thought something was wrong."

"Let's just drop it," Paige finally said. As she pushed the keys into the ignition, Paige started to realize what she had gotten herself into. "How long do we have before we need to be back?"

"Normally the others would start to worry after we had been gone for half an hour. But you know how your perception of time is when you're high…"

"Yeah, sure."

"Wait you never…" Spencer said, as she mimed the act of smoking a joint.

"And you have?" Paige asked skeptically.

Waving off the question, Spencer continued, "I give it an hour before we are missed."

"Ok let's get going then," Paige said, as she put the car into reverse and started pulling out of the driveway. Without thinking, Paige asked, "Why did you ask me to do this?"

"Because I knew you would help me."

"Really, why is that?"

"You're like me."

Putting her foot on the break, Paige turned to Spencer and asked, "In what way are we alike?"

"You got the crazy eyes."

Without replying, Paige returned her gaze to the road, shifted the car into drive, and pressed her foot onto the gas pedal.

A/N Two more things. First, I promise this story does not revolve around smoking pot, it will appear barely if at all in future in chapters, and none of the characters are stoners. It's just always bothered me the way they treated Maya's drug use. Obviously smoking pot in high school is not a good idea but it just seemed weird Maya was sent away for because of it by her extremely liberal sounding parents. So basically I got the idea to work a little recreational drug us into my story.

Also, anyone who has read my other story, I promise I am working on finishing that story too, life has just been crazy and for some reason PLL has been easier to write lately.