I do not own Pretty Little Liars and I wasn't planning on taking it. I don't really know what to say in one of these things, so...let's get on with the story, shall we? :D

APOV

"Toby. Is going. To die!" I shouted as Hanna, Spencer and I sat at our usual table in the coffee house.

"Aria, I'm sure it was an accident. He didn't mean to hurt her," Spencer said, recognizing what she had just told me. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure he did. But why? Why would he do that to her?"

"I don't know, but he should have been the one. Now two of our best friends have died! Two! I was shocked when Ali died, but now...I'm just furious! Things like this don't just happen. Rosewood seriously has some work cut out for it. I mean...did you see what that vandal did to the Rosewood welcome sign? They painted a new number onto the population thing. Whoever did that had to be at the dance. That means A was at the dance," Hanna stated, taking a sip of her frappaccino.

"We really need to go to the police about this. We can't do anything about this by ourselves,"Spencer said.

"But you heard what A said! If we tell anybody about this...we'll be the next numbers replaced on that sign. I don't know about you guys, but I personally think I'm too young to die! I mean...I haven't seen half of the things I wanted to yet! I wanted to go to Paris and see the London Bridge, I wanted to take a walk in the woods and see a dear pee-"

"Aria? You want to see a dear releave itself?" Spencer interupted me.

"Well, yeah! Have you ever seen a dear go to the bathroom?" I asked, raising my eyebrow at her.

"No, and I don't know why you would want to either. That's a bit awkward."

"I've just always wondered how they go to the bathroom. Do they lift their legs like male dogs? Do they squat like female dogs? Do they just stand there and not know they're going?"

"Aria...just stop while you're ahead sweety," Hannah said, getting out her compact mirror and reapplying her lipstick. "I have to go meet up with somebody I saw at the dance. Catch you guys later?" she questioned, giving us a glance.

"Yeah, sure," I said.

"Um, my place again?" Spencer asked.

"Sounds great!" Hanna gleefully spat.

"Doesn't matter to me!" I said, shrugging my shoulders and hopping off of my stool. I grabbed my frappe and my jacket off the back of my chair and headed for the door with Hanna, and Spencer following closely behind.

"How does six sound?" Spencer asked.

"Cool," I replied.

"See you then!"