So I figured I was far enough into When I Look At You to start writing this. This is the parallel to my story When I Look At You, only from Spencer's perspective instead of Aria's.

Spencer Hastings and Aria Montgomery were best friends before Ali chose them. They had met in pre-school and were pretty much inseparable since. It wasn't until middle school that Alison DiLaurentis hand picked Spencer and Aria, as well as Emily Fields and Hanna Marin, for her posse, so to speak. In fact, by the time that they had reached high school, they were so close and comfortable with each other, that those who didn't know better thought that they were dating. If you were just a casual observer within the walls of Rosewood High, you'd think they were lying when they told you they're just friends. But the casual observer would still have a compelling argument. Spencer and Aria were always touching in some way or another, whether it be the tips of their toes at the lunch table, or holding hands walking down the hallway, or the way they kissed each other on the cheek when they parted. They flirted shamelessly, not just with each other, but with others as well. And if you happened to find one of them without the other, they could still tell you exactly where the other was, they simply knew each other that well. But this is simply general knowledge within the Rosewood community.

Sometimes, I wasn't sure why I was friends with Alison. Sometimes, I got the distinct impression that she never actually liked me at all, that she just tolerated me. But then, even at her worst, there was nothing quite like hanging out with her. Sure I preferred the company of Aria, Emily and Hanna much more than the company of Alison, but there was something about her that made all of us stand by her, though thick and thin.

I was different then the rest of the girls though. Alison's pull, it didn't effect me the same way it did them. In fact, I probably would have walked away a long time ago if it wasn't for Aria. How could I leave the girl I'd been inseparable with since I was four alone to be prey for the usually bitchy blonde? I couldn't leave my best friend. It was that simple. Instead I was the protector, not just of Aria, but of Emily and Hanna too. I was the only one who could stand up to Alison. I'd had several arguments defending each girl, though mostly Emily and Hanna. Aria was tough, and there wasn't much to be had on her.

"Did you download the new Beyonce?" Hanna asked Ali.

"I'm loving her new video," Emily said.

"Maybe a little too much, Em" Alison responded.

I glared at Alison. I hated when she did that. The subtle reminders that she knew all of out secrets. In this case, that Emily liked girls. Not that there was anything wrong with liking girls. In fact, everyone already thinks Aria and I are secretly dating, so I'm not sure why Emily feels the need to hide her slightly (okay, really) obvious feelings for Alison. Except for it's Alison. The puppet master. She who plays with everyone. And not in a good way.

Don't get me wrong. I love Alison. She's one of my best friends. But she can be…not so great sometimes.

"What's gotten into you?" Ali asked me, noticing my glare. She knew exactly why I was glaring. We'd had this conversation before.

"Babe, what's wrong?" Aria asked, looking up at me, her hazel eyes piercing mine, looking for answers.

I shook my head, letting myself relax a bit. Aria had that effect on me.

"Nothing, dear, I'm fine," I said.

I could tell she didn't believe me. We knew each other better than we knew ourselves. She wasn't going to push it though. She wasn't like Ali. She'd ask me later when we were alone.

I headed back to the barn. I'd looked everywhere for her, but she didn't seem to be anywhere. I was starting to get worried. I had the strangest feeling in my gut that something had happened to her. Something bad.

I pushed it aside. She'd probably just run off, met up with that older guy she'd always bragged about seeing, but never alluded to who he was.

But no, I'd heard something.

As I neared the barn, I saw the door open, to reveal Aria. Seeing Aria made me feel better. I couldn't shake the guilt or the feeling in my gut.

It had been my fault she'd run off. We'd argued and she'd stormed out. I hadn't chased after her. Not at first anyway. I'd taken the time to collect myself, and she'd disappeared.

"Spence, thank God," Aria exclaimed upon seeing me. "Where's Ali?"

A part of me had hoped that while I was out looking for her, Ali had returned to the barn, but now that hope was lost.

"She's gone," I said.

"What do you mean, she's gone?" Emily, who, along with Hanna, had appeared behind Aria, asked.

"I've looked everywhere for her," I said.

I'd heard something though. The mere thought of it sent shivers down my spine as I realized what it had sounded like.

"I think I heard her scream," I said.

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