Disclaimer: I do not own Pretty Little Liars at all, or any of the characters, etc.
This is my first story, so please don't be to harsh with reviews.. I absolutely LOVE Aria and Noel, and there aren't enough fanfics about them on here! Please review, nothing really mean though! I do appreciate constructive criticism. (:
By the way, this first chapter will be from 7th grade summer, right before Aria moves to Iceland. The rest of the chapters will be from when she gets back. And she moves right after Ali disappears and comes back when she's a sophomore instead of a junior.
Also, this story won't really correspond with the events in Pretty Little Liars at all, it just has the characters. (:
Well, I feel like I've been writing for a super long time! So I'll just let you read now. (;
Chapter 1
*7th grade summer*
For Noel Kahn, it was just like any other summer day at the Rosewood Country Club. He had just finished playing water polo with his best friend, Sean Ackard, and all of his other friends. He was going over to the snack bar to get himself some ice cream or something, when he felt someone tap his shoulder softly.
"Hi Noel!" Aria Montgomery said to him with a smile on her face. Aria was probably the only girl in Rosewood who was different from the average person. She had pink streaks in her long, dark brown hair. She wore a bright yellow dress that no one else would dare to wear. She was beautiful, but not in the typical Rosewood girl way. There was something exotic about her. And for all these reasons, Noel couldn't help but have crush on her.
"Oh, hey Aria," he said, trying not to sound too thrilled that she had said hi with such enthusiasm. He could never tell his friends that he liked her, because they all considered Aria 'weird', instead of 'amazing', which is what Noel thought of her as.
"Do you want to share my ice cream sandwich with me?" she asked, her big brown eyes glistening with hope.
Noel looked around. He wanted nothing more to yell "YES!" as loud as he could, but his friends were all shaking their heads, and signaling to say no.
"Sorry, but my friends are waiting for me. Maybe later." Those might have been the most painful words he had ever had to say, but there was nothing more painful than turning around and looking at the hurt in her big brown eyes as he walked away.
