First I don't own any of the the characters of PLL! In this story it starts when she is on her senior year, Alison is dead, there is no creepy A, and it is going to be more mature. I begin similar on how they meet, but after that who knows where this will take me. I hope you enjoy, this is my first fanfic. I will try to update weekly or if I am luck twice a week. Please review and tell me what you think :)

Chapter 1

I, Aria Montgomery was finally back in Rosewood. It had been over a year, and a year hadn't been long enough. Ever since Alison's death, she had never been the same, none of them have been the same. They were 16 when she died. They had too much to drink that night, and we crashed in the barn behind her house. That night while we were asleep Alison got into her car to go see her boyfriend Ian. She ended up wrapping her car around the telephone and it killed her instantly. All of us Hanna, Spence, and Emily couldn't help but blame ourselves. Why did we drink that night? Why did we not stay awake and make sure she didn't leave?

Two months later I found myself on a flight to Iceland. My father was an English professor at Hollis. He wanted to finish a book he had been working on and he figured after all that had happened my a change in scenery was best for everyone. After he father announce they were moving to Greenland, I felt absolute relief. Every were I looked in Rosewood I would see Alison. In shop windows, the flowers made as a memorial on the site were she died, and on the news. I was like I couldn't escape her. No one would let us grieve for the loss it was just always in our face. The year I spent in Iceland, I lost touch with Hanna, Spencer, and Emily. It was easier to forget, and easier to move on when I detached myself from everything Rosewood, and everyone Rosewood.

Last month my father, Byron, announced that they wood be returning home, his finished his book and he would be receiving his teaching job back at Hollis. Unfortunately, that had meant that the whole family was returning. Now as I stand in my bedroom looking at the walls I wonder, why they still haven't found her? Did they stop caring? Did they give up? Shaking my head I continue to unpack since I will be starting my senior year at Rosewood High tomorrow. I try to come up with ways to get out of going to school, but it is extremely difficult when your mother works there and will force you to go. I'n not ready to see them again. What if they hate me for being so distant? Do they still blame me for bringing the booze that night? Do they still blame me for her death? Or will it go back to normal? How could it go back to normal? We are missing Alison and she's dead because of me.

I finished unpacking my clothes, my books will have to wait. I'm tired and need some fresh air. I grab my jean jacket and put it over my black dress. As a catch a glance of myself in the mirror and notice the change I have experienced in a year. I no longer have the pink streak in my hair, as I dyed my hair back to it dark brown making my large hazel eyes pop. My hair rest in waves down past my shoulders. I have thinned out losing my childish face, and body making me more delicate in my 5'0'' stature. However, I have gain some more womanly curves, my hips have widened and my breast have become more pronounce. Still I am petite, but at least now I look like a woman. Turning away from my reflection, I head out of my bedroom.

As a walk down the stairs I pass my brother Mike, who just grunts in acknowledgment. Sixteen year old boys are such assholes. I walk into the kitchen and notice my mother putting the dishes away.

"Hey mom," I ask.

Ella turns around with questioning in her eyes, "Yes sweetheart."

"I'm going to go for a drive. While I'm out I may just grab something to eat. Is that alright?"

"Sure, just don't be back to late."

I smile and hug my mother, "Thank you. I'll be back no later than 930," I say looking into her eyes, "I promise."

While I'm walking out of the kitchen, my mother calls out that she loves me and I smile to myself. I get in the car and just drive. Street signs, familiar building go by, and I don't stop I just continue to go straight. Suddenly, I stop. My eyes lock on a single cross with a banquet of flower beneath, and I begin to hear Spencer's panicked voice from that night.

"She's not answering her phone. Where could she be?"

"May she left to see Ian last night, is the car still hear?" Hanna asked.

"Somethings happened I can feel it," she cried.

"Spence we are not-" I stopped as I noticed blue and red flashing lights outside the barn door.

A loud honk made me jump back to reality. The driver of the car behind me pulled around and sped pass. I take a shaky breath and continue to drive. As the minutes go pass I find myself near the campus of Hollis. I pull into a parking spot on the side of the road and park. Walking down the street I continue until something catches my eye. I finally decide on this bar that seems pretty quite. As I walk in, I notice a couple of girls in the back corner talking quietly to one another, and a young man sitting at the bar. I see an open seat two spots from him and take it.

"Can I help you miss," asked the barkeep.

"A cheeseburger, and an unsweetened tea please."

"Coming right up."

I sit and notice the jukebox in the back is playing. "I love this song," I whisper to myself.

"B-26," the dark-hair man replied.

I turn at look at him. I feel the air leave my chest as I look into his ice blue eyes. He is absolutely breath taking. His dark hair is trimmed short, but still reveals the curls by his ears and his neck. I have this over powering urge to run my fingers through those curls. Those blue eyes are still intently looking into mine with the a light of interest shining in them. I feel myself smile, and in an instant, he is smiling back at me. My breath catches once again. How can he be so beautiful.

"My names Ezra," he announces stretching out an open hand towards me.

I lift my hand and place it in his, and the instant I skin touches a spark of warmth spreads up my arm and throughout my body.

"I'm Aria," I reply still grasping his hand.

"You seem to have a good taste in music," he says releasing my hand, "what else interest you?"

"Well I love to read, and write. I'm actually thinking about becoming an English teacher like my mother."

"Really," he smiles brightly, "I just graduated and will be starting my first teaching job soon."

"What a coincidence."

"Tell my some more about yourself,"

"Well, I just moved back to the states from Iceland, and I am not sure if I am going to adjust to being back here."

He looks at me intently, and lifts a finger to push aside a stand of hair, "Why's that?"

"When I left a close friend of mine died, and coming back brought all those feelings back."

"I'm sorry to hear that. I think I may have an idea to take your mind off things," he said as his gaze was locked on my lips.

"What to you have in mind," I reply.

Ezra leans close to my ear and runs his lips down the column of my throat. I tremble as I feel his tongue flick out to taste the skin on the base of my neck. He trails love bits and licks as he travels up my neck and nibbles on my earlobe.

"Come with me," he says with a voice much huskier than before.

I pulled back as I bit my lip and look into his eyes. My whole body have come alive and he hasn't even kissed me yet. Was I really going to do whatever this sexy man has to offer? Before I even allow myself to think about it, I open my mouth and reply with a breathless "Yes."

So what did you think? -H