Oh my gosh! Finally! Behold everyone, the Drunk On You sequel that you have been waiting a year for . . . well, almost a year. I know what I'm doing is dangerous on so many levels because I already have a story that I'm still not done with, but I just can't make you guys wait any longer. And then plus, something recently came up and it's been bothering the heck out of me for months now. But I think writing helps me forget about it so, without further ado . . .! Enjoy ladies and gentlemen.

Oh wait! One more thing, the Drunk On You timespan was from June - September so from where we left off was September 2014. Sixteen months have passed so it would be the end of January 2016. Just to clear things up for you guys.

Summary: It has been sixteen months after everything hit the fan and now Spencer and Emily are focused on farthering their futures together, but not without overcoming their incoming obstacles. Spemily fluff.

Rating: Heavy T.

Disclaimer: I do not own Pretty Little Liars nor its characters or the episode titles that I might use from time to time. I just own this plot.

Chapter One - Miss Me

Emily Fields smiled adoringly, the almost empty cup of coffee in her hand, at the early morning letter the love of her life had wrote for her . . . along with the box of chocolate chip cookies she had saw sitting on the kitchen counter. Spencer had yet another early call in for work and she had left before Emily had woken up, but not without kissing her girlfriend on the forehead and whispering, as if the sleeping girl could hear her, "I love you, Em."

Emily let her eyes race over the words once more and she could have sworn her heart had skipped a beat.

Emily:

Good morning beautiful, I just wanted to let you know that I'll be thinking about you while I'm in the office. Oh and even though you were sleeping, I still got my good morning kiss, but it wasn't where I wanted it to be. ;) I got you some chocolate chip cookies because I know how much you love them. And don't forget to go for your run! I know how cranky you get when you don't have your morning run! As much as I would love to wake you up, you look so adorable sleeping. Aw you're cuddling the pillow. You're so cute. I gotta go, Em. I love you.

xoxo,

Spencer

Emily sighed happily to herself as she folded up the letter and stuffed it into her pockets. The swimmer finished off her cup of coffee and headed upstairs, getting ready for her morning run. She slipped on some sweats and pulled her hair up in a tight bun and stuffed the letter in her drawer, along with the other letters her girlfriend had written her. While doing so, Emily came across a photo. A huge smile spread across the brunette's face as she lifted the picture of her, Spencer, Hanna, and Alison and held it in both of her hands.

The girl took a seat at the edge of the bed and stared at the photo. The photo of her and her three favorite people was taken almost three weeks ago when the four girls had went to Walt Disney World in Florida to kick off the new year. Emily remembered the two weeks as if it were just yesterday because it was during those two weeks that the four girls had vowed to never let anything come between them . . . and it was during those weeks that Spencer Hastings had took her out on the best date of her life.

January 1, 2016.

"Are you guys sure it isn't too early? Because I can just-"

"Spencer!" Hanna whispered, softly hitting the girl in the stomach, "This is the fourth time you've asked this in the past fifteen minutes."

"Yeah," Alison added, crossing her arms over her chest. "If you ask us that one more time, I'm going to pour my coffee on you."

Spencer sighed, "I'm sorry. I just don't want to freak her out, you know?" The slender girl glanced at the bathroom door where her girlfriend was now taking a shower.

Since this was the only time she could get her two friends alone without Emily there, she took a risk at talking about her current plan while the girl was taking her shower. She had her friends promise to keep their voices down so Emily wouldn't hear.

"You won't," Alison placed a hand on Spencer's shoulder, giving it a soft squeeze before continuing, "Look Spence, if you don't do it now, you'll end up regretting it."

"Besides it's freaking New Years Day," Hanna shrugged, "Disney World will have the fireworks show tonight . . . you-"

Spencer stood from her seat on the bed, a sudden rush of realization hitting her, "That's it!" Her mouth opened in awe as she wrapped her arms around Hanna, "I love you! I love you! I love you!"

Alison's hands fell on her sides, "Wow, I really am feeling the love over here, Spence." The surgeon said with a tone of playful jealousy, "Can I know what Hanna did that made you love her so much?"

"Yeah," Hanna laughed, finally wrapping her arms around her friend, "I want to know too."

Spencer broke the hug, a huge smile on her face. "When Emily gets out of the shower, do not let her leave this building until we leave for breakfast, okay?" The lawyer let her eyes pace back and forth between the two girls and she watched as her friends nodded slowly, both of them sporting confused looks. "We're going to Disney World!" She whispered, excitedly and skipped happily towards the door.

"Where are you going?" Hanna asked, her face still twisted into a confused look. "We have to go for breakfast in an hour."

The brunette grabbed her keys to her rental and opened the door, "I'll meet you guys there. I have something I have to do before it's too late."

"Like what?" Alison laughed at how excited her friend was, "Can you atleast let us in on it?"

Spencer smiled lightly and took one final look at her friends and shook her head, "I can't. It's a secret. But you'll know later tonight, I promise."

And with that, the lawyer walked out of the hotel room. Now she saw the reason her and her friends had decided on getting two rental cars. The four girls had gotten two rentals when they had first made the reservations, but during the whole two weeks they had been in Florida, they had only used one of them.

The sound of Emily's phone ringing broke her out of her trance. The brunette retrieved her iPhone from the side of the bed and read the called ID. Hanna Marin.

Emily slid her finger across the answer button and pressed her phone to her ear, "Good morning, Han."

The swimmer heard her best friend groan, "Why do I drink so much again?"

The brunette laughed softly before replying to her best friend, "I don't know, Han. You refused to tell me . . . remember?"

Emily laughed as Hanna and Alison raced back and forth to find the perfect outfits for New Years Day. Unlike the blondes, Emily and Spencer had picked out their clothes the night before like they always did and they had gotten teased for it by Hanna and Alison every time.

"You guys still think picking out your clothes at night is stupid?" Emily raised her eyebrows at the girls and watched as they both tossed her an irriated look.

"Yes." The blondes simply said, before resuming their search for the perfect outfit.

Hanna's arms slapped to her sides, "We literally went shopping yesterday and I can't even think of a unique way to mix my outfits up," the fashion designer scoffed, "Talk about a fashion block."

Emily stood from her bed and walked over to Hanna's closet. The swimmer looked through her best friend's wardrobe, "Hanna, there are plenty of nice clothes in here that you can match up."

"Which one?" Alison's cheeks puffed as she held up two dresses. Emily didn't even have time to respond to the girl before Hanna's voice echoed through her ears.

"We're going to be walking around for most of the day, Ali. Not to mention, we're going to an amusement park . . . so neither."

"Guys, we really have to go. Spencer is going to be so pissed if we're late." Emily ran her fingers through her hair, "Just pick something."

"I don't know about that." Hanna muttered.

Spencer had texted Alison ten minutes after she had left and told her that she might be late to thier breakfast reservation. She still didn't want to tell the surgeon what she was up to, but she did tell the girl where she was. After sending the girl several sad faces, Spencer had given up the place, but made Alison swear not to tell Hanna. Ali had lasted a good minute before breaking that promise. She didn't tell all of it though, only the part about the lawyer being late.

Alison gave the blonde a wide eyed look and shook her head, "Let's just find something to wear. Emily is right . . . we have thirty minutes to get there. We'll find something later. We're still coming back here afterwards . . . right?"

Hanna and Emily both nodded their heads. The fashion designer sighed, before grabbing a beanie and a pair of sunglasses. The blonde had settled for a pair of ripped jeans and a long sleeved shirt, considering the weather. Alison decided with a pair of black leather jeans and a yellow spaghetti strap tee.

Before exiting the hotel, Emily grabbed herself a jacket. The brunette didn't exactly think it was cold outside. She had gotten the jacket for Alison, knowing she was going to be complaining about how cold it was later.

And she was indeed right because as soon Alison DiLaurentis took one step out of the lobby onto the outside, she complained.

Two Hours Later.

It was only ten o'clock when Hanna Marin had took her first sip of alcohol for the day. After the blonde had downed her first glass, she had begged her three friends to let her drink another . . . and another . . . and another, but they didn't let her, especially Emily.

The swimmer looked at her friend with a worried expression, "Why have you been drinking so much? Is there something going on?"

Hanna only shrugged her shoulders, guilt flowing through her body as she lied to her best friend, "I just want to have fun, Emily . . . can't I have fun?" she asked, frustration building throughout her voice. "I'm twenty five years old, I can handle myself."

"Geez Hanna," Alison glanced at Emily and noticed her slightly shocked expression, "She was just asking a question."

"It's fine. She's right, Ali." The brunette took a sip of her water and hunched her shoulders, "We aren't teenagers anymore."

Alison nodded her head slowly as she took one final look at Hanna. Spencer, on the other hand, leaned her elbows across the table, "So!" She began, trying to ease some of the tension between Hanna and Alison, "Has Emily told you guys that she's almost finished writing her book?"

Well there it is folks! Good? Bad? Honestly, I think it's a pretty good start and my sister, who is very supportive of me, says it's also a good start. I would LOVE to hear your thoughts! Next chapter should be up whenever I post it. Oh! Uhh I start school Thursday! BOOO. Seriously though, I'm excited but not excited to go back. But anyway, let me know what you guys think in a review. Love you guys. xoxo