I remember the first time I saw her. Her hair was perfectly cascading down her shoulders, her eyes were lit up like fresh, hot chocolate, and she had on these amazing jeans that fit her so well. You can basically see all of her waist curves(if that's an actual thing.).

She was freaking stunning, simply flawless, honest to god perfection. But why I am sitting here telling you about her, right when I should be chasing my dream girl, you might ask. Well, I have a perfectly good reason and it all started just nine months ago, when we first met. Our first conversation was kind of awkward, but I managed.

"So you said, Spencer was your name?" She flashed me a breathtaking smile and I swear I almost lost my footing. "Am I right?" She asked again, now giggling at how my mouth unconsciously opened and closed.

"Hastings." I said in a dry, high tone. Feeling my cheeks heat up, I cleared my throat, ready to try this again. "Spencer Hastings, yes. Spencer is my name." I smiled, nervousness still taking over my body.

It was obvious what she was doing to me, and it was obvious she knew what she was doing to me because of the way her face twisted into a soft smirk. She took a few steps closer to me, the smirk never leaving her beautiful face.

"Are you okay?" She asked, her eyebrows crinkling in small confusion, but the sinister smirk never left her face. It was like we were playing a game and she already knew all the rules.

I shrugged my shoulders, unable to speak but only because of the fear that I didn't want to say anything stupid like oh no, you're just making me nervous with your sexiness. My head fell onto the now clear aisle of the Rosewood Grocery Mart. Seems like people want to see me suffer.

"Nice meeting you, Spencer."

The smirk she had plastered onto her face had now turned into a small smile, showing only the first eight teeth(four top, four bottom.) that I couldn't help but smile at. I watched as the girl turned her back towards me and started to turn the aisle.

Somehow, I had regained my voice and movement back enough to yell for the gorgeous girl to stop. My feet were like ninety miles an hour, running toward her. I opened my mouth to mutter out a question that made my cheeks flush once again.

"I didn't get your name."

It wasn't a question, but close enough. At least I asked her.

"Catherine Fields."

She turned her body once again to walk away, but was once again stopped by my voice, shocking both her and myself. I shut my eyes tightly as the words spilled from my mouth. "You should give me your number."

Catherine's eyebrows rose. She chuckled lightly before replying with a, "You didn't look like the shy type." It was more suggestive than conclusive of her to say, but I somehow regained all of my Hastings confidence(if it were such a thing. . .) and decided to really talk to her.

"You just took me by surprise, that's all." I laughed nervously, hoping that she wasn't looking right through me kind of like she was doing earlier. "You came flying around that corner."

"Yeah," Catherine smiled shyly, her cheeks lightening a little. "Sorry about that. I could have apologized earlier, but your friend jumped down my throat before I could." I laughed, obviously embarrassed.

I nodded, totally agreeing with what she said."I. . Her name is Alison. . . and she's not my friend. She's my step sister."

"Oh," Her eyebrows rose in surprise and a hint of a smile appeared on her face. "I. . . I just thought. . ."

"Sometimes I wonder too. . . ." After a few seconds, a soft laugh escaped her mouth and she extended her hand. My eye brows creased in confusion, but it was quickly replaced with realization when I noticed what she was doing.

Catherine needed my phone.

I snaked my phone out of the pocket of my dress and handed it to her, she soon did the same, getting her phone out of her amazing fitting, ripped jeans(well only ripped on one side,but was still ripped.) and placed it in my hand.

Tapping numbers into her phone, I couldn't help but realize her cover screen. My heart rate quickly sped up at the sight of her smile. It seemed like she was in her room. She had been wearing a Danby beanie and a pair of sunglasses.

"Did you find it?" Catherine asked.

"That's what she said." A soft, high pitched voice said from behind me. I rolled my eyes and turned to face my step sister, Alison DiLaurentis to see a soft smirk spread across her face.

"Alison, this is Catherine." I muttered, turning towards Catherine again, but when I turned, her and her beautiful smile had vanished.

"Wow she moves fast." Alison stated, a chuckle escaping her lips afterwards. "I didn't even get to say sorry."

"Why did you have to scare her away?" I whined and let my head fall. "She never got my number and. . .crap! Her phone." I yelled, gripping her phone tightly in my hand.

I ran in the direction Catherine had left and searched for her, but she was gone. I searched the next aisle and there was no Catherine, and the next, and the next, and still no Catherine.

"You forgot your phone," A voice said from behind me, making my heart jump out of my chest. I quickly turned my head to see a smiling Catherine.

"You forgot your phone," I breathed out, holding her phone out to her. We quickly switched devices and I started again, "Why. . . why did you leave so fast? I wanted to introduce you to my sister."

Catherine cleared her throat, "I already know her."

"Yes," Alison's voice came out of nowhere. "She does."

"You people have got to stop doing that." I said, clutching my chest.

I looked over at Alison whom had a satisfied smirk on her face. Her eyes tossed back and forth between Catherine and I, basically putting one and one together(as far as I know the feelings are only one sided.). "Spence, we should go to the checkout, I'm pretty sure I have everything I need to make family dinner." Her smirk never left her face, in fact; I'm pretty sure it grew wider. "Would you like to join us, Catherine?"

My head snapped towards Alison, eyes wider than ever.

"I don't know. . . I'm pretty sure your parents wouldn't. . ."

I scoffed. "What parents?"

"Spencer!" Alison scolded, giving me her best glare. I only shrugged my shoulders. The blonde took a deep breath and made eye contact with Catherine. "Our parents are," She cleared her throat, her cheeks reddening. "On temporary leave, so you're good. We wouldn't mind the company." She smiled weakly, eyeing me, daring me to say something, anything that would disagree with her statement.

I took a deep breath and raised my hands in defeat. "Well, if that's the case, how about we make it a friend dinner?" I suggested, a devious smile appearing afterwards. "I'm sure Hanna and Aria wouldn't like to be left out of our little plans."

Catherine traded looks between Alison and I and by the look on her face, she seemed to give in, "Great. Text me the details." She replied quickly and turned to leave, walking down the aisle.

My eyes fell on her. "I guess you're wondering where I know her from. . ." She rolled her eyes and pushed the basket that was filled with food to the checkout counter. "The Danby college visit I went to?" I only nodded. "She was there. And her name isn't Catherine, that's her middle name."

"How do you know this after a weekend college visit?"

"We had a thing." Alison muttered. My eyes bulged out of my head. She rolled her eyes. "Just a short make out session, is all. We didn't actually have sex or anything."

"Oh my. . ." I managed to let out before Alison turned and started putting the groceries on the check out counter. "I think she's pretty."

"I don't blame you." Alison chuckled, but her face quickly fell as she realized the serious look on my face. "Look Spence, I won't be mad if you, like try to hit on her or anything. Hell, I won't even get mad if you guys turn into a thing. What her and I had was just a one time thing. I like boys." She placed her hand on my shoulder. "If I'm kissing a girl again, it's just practice for the real thing with a guy."

I managed to crack a small smile. "You're such a bitch, you know that?"

"I'm your sister so, looks like you are stuck with me. . .forever and ever and ever. . ."

I clamped my hand over her mouth. "I get it, just please don't say another ever." She licked my hand and I snatched it away from her mouth. "That's disgusting, Ali." I laughed, wiping my hand on my jeans.

"Love you, sis."

"I love you too, sis." I replied with a wide smile. "Now pay for the food so we can go make dinner. . or just you make dinner."

"Aye aye, captain." Alison giggled.

A Few Hours Later.

"Catherine just texted me. She's running a little late, but she'll be here any minute." I told Alison who now had her blonde hair tied into a ponytail. A sigh released her mouth before she said,

"Okay um, what about Hanna and Aria?" She replied, completely worn out. She untied her cooking apron and waited for me to respond. "Are they still coming?"

I smiled brightly. "Three. . . Two. . . One." And just like that, the door bell rang and Alison shook her head at me.

"You and your dorkiness."

"I just know my friends," I defended, walking to the door and opening it. "That doesn't make me a dork."

"Best friends," Aria added, defensively. "We're your best friends."

"Yeah," Hanna laughed. "Now where's the mystery girl at, Spence? I can't wait to meet her."

"Don't embarrass me," I whined. Alison scoffed.

"Please. You'll embarrass yourself before anyone else does." She laughed and high fived Hanna.

"Did I tell you how much I love you, Ali?" Hanna laughed, now wrapping her shoulder around my sister. She glanced at me and rolled her eyes. "But Spencer I love you more."

Before I could say anything, the door bell rang. My heart instantly stopped and I couldn't move my legs. Alison gave me a look and went to answer the door instead.

Aria placed her hand on my shoulder and whispered, "Relax, it'll be fine. I'm pretty sure Ali meant it when she said she was over her."

I whispered back, "That's not what I'm nervous about. It's her in general."

"Awe," Hanna smiled. "Spencer's in love."

I shushed her. Catherine soon walked into the kitchen with a weak smile on her face. Alison wasn't too far behind, whom had an aggravated look on hers. "Hi Spencer," Catherine greeted me and glanced over at other people. "And the other two girls whom I don't know the name of."

Hanna and Aria chuckled and Hanna extended her hand. "I'm Hanna and this is Aria. We're Spencer's friends."

Aria extended her hand and Catherine shook it. "I'm," Catherine cleared her throat and looked at Alison whom still had the same expression on her face. She cleared her throat before answering with a, "I'm Emily," She made eye contact with me. "But I prefer Catherine."

"We'll call you Em," Hanna suggested. "It's short for Emily."

"We know," Ali, Aria, Emily(Catherine), and I all said in unison.

"Let's eat." Ali smiled. "The food is getting cold and I spent my whole life trying to make it without any help."

"Over exaggerating much?" I asked with a chuckle. We all made out way towards the table and sat down.

Alison sat in between Hanna and Aria on one side of the table and Emily and I sat side by side on the other.

"So Emily, what do you do for a living?" Hanna asked with a smile on her face. "You look like you can be an athletic person. Do you play any sports?"

Emily's eyes lit up when Hanna said something about sports, "Uh, yeah, actually I'm the swim captain for my school in Philadelphia."

"You look like a swimmer." Aria admitted, "You totally have the body. Isn't that right, Spence?"

My heart hammered into my chest as my head snapped towards Aria, who had a devilish smirk on her face. I heard a giggle escape Hanna and Alison's mouth.

My mouth absent-mindedly opened and shut before I regain the ability to speak. My shoulders shrugged. "Uh yeah. . yeah. . I guess." I stuttered.

I looked around the table, anywhere, as long as I was avoiding contact with Emily. I can't let myself get so attached to someone I know so little about. It's like I can't function with her there or anywhere. For the past few hours, she's all that's been on my mind, even though she did lie about her name."I'm. . . not hungry anymore." I whispered, but loud enough for everyone to hear. I quickly stood up from the table. "If anyone needs me, I'll be in my room." And without another word, I walked up the flight of stairs but was stopped by the sweet sound of Emily's melodic voice.

"Spencer," She called out. "I need to ask you something." She stood up from her seat, properly excusing herself and telling the girls she would be back. She followed me upstairs and into my room.

I closed the door, making sure to lock it behind me. "Why did you lie?" The words spilled out of my mouth before I even had the chance to turn around.

"Because I didn't want her remembering who I was, but apparently she remembers." Emily laughed awkwardly but it was simply replaced with a frown when she realized I wasn't laughing. She then released a sigh,

"I'm sure your sister told us about her and I's history. . ."

"Yeah, she did and I wouldn't like to hear it again, so you don't have to explain yourself."

"But you know your sister loves to write books with her own little fairytale ending."

"Excuse me?" I snapped. "What are you trying to say?"

"I'm saying that Alison is a really good liar." Emily said, obviously not intimidated by the fact that I just raised my voice.

"Oh and you know this just from a weekend at a college visit?" I asked, my eyes narrowing with every word I said.

"Lie number one." She laughed coldly. "It wasn't just a weekend at a college visit. Her and I saw each other afterwards. We used to meet up in Philadelphia where I go to school."

Oh, that's why she would always leave early on a Saturday and didn't come back until Sunday morning. I buried my face into the palm of my hands. "You're not going to make me turn on my sister."

"What does it matter to you, anyway?" Emily asked, venom filling her voice. "Why am I even explaining myself to you? We've only met today and plus, Alison never mentioned, not even once, that she had a sister."

I gave her an incredulous look. "I can't believe I actually had a crush on you." I laughed weakly. "I think your food is getting cold and Alison, Hanna, and Aria are expecting some company, so you should leave."

Emily left my room without another word or glance. She totally had me fooled. She was perfect for Alison, totally my sister's type.

HELLO, KIMBERLY HERE. THIS IS ANOTHER STORY TO FILL THE S&F WRITER'S BLOCK I HAVE SO ENJOY. HAHAH OH AND DON'T BE AFRAID TO REVIEW.