A/N: Hello everyone, so this is a story JesterChester and I have decided to write together. So the credit is not all mine. If you like good stories you should really check her out. If you have already then awesome. With out further ado, the story.

Chapter 1

Emily POV

There's something therapeutic about moving. When you start to pack up your room, you rediscover yourself. You find things you had forgotten about. You recover old memories; that you'll never forget, but have been put on the back of your mind. When you see that certain picture, drawing, or whatever it may be it sends you back to that moment in time where you lived, where you grew as a person. Possessions that I hold dear can be found among the many brown boxes that cover my new room. They may seem priceless to other people that may come across them but to me, they show me where I've been, what I've done, who I've helped and who helped me in ways they never knew they could.

It's not the first time we move. We've done it a handful of times because of my mother and father's jobs. My dad works in research at the hospital. That's actually why we moved here to Rosewood. They have a top notch new research facility and they were looking for someone equally devoted to help run the place. It was an offer my dad couldn't refuse and not because the money was great. He would be able to have his own team of people to work on breakthroughs for various diseases my dad was already working on. The only difference was that now he had people and resources that would help and make things go quicker and easier.

My mother is a psychiatrist and a therapist. She got a job at the police department here. She knows what she's doing, she more than qualified and has more than enough experience. She has had to talk to victims of various cases that find it hard to cope with their traumatic experiences. When she's not there she also likes to volunteer her time at a foster care facility in town.

I know they may sound like the total absentee parents but they aren't. The big downside about them is how ridiculously Catholic they are. They make me attend at least twice during the week and Sunday mass is a must. It's not that I don't do religion or anything I just don't do it the way they do. I do like to volunteer at church functions though so I guess they'll have to tell me where our new church is going to be.

The thing about religion and my parents is that they live and breathe by it. They are firm believers of following all the rules. And within there lies my problem with my parents and religion. I'm gay. So that's where I'm left to be an exception I guess, if you can really call it an exception. They don't talk about it, at all. I guess there's been some type of silent agreement to never ever bring it up. Not at dinner, or family, time, or while we have one on ones, and most certainly not at church.

It's almost as if I never told them. I tried to bring up again at a later date but they shut that conversation down almost as soon as I blinked an eye. So I gave up. The plus side was that they didn't kick me out or send me to one of those awful camps where they try to make you "better." I'm not sick and there's nothing wrong with me.

Currently I am unpacking in this new home, and new town. I don't mind. I love how passionate my parents are about their work. I know I got that same passion to help people from them. I'm feeling rather jittery. I think it's my body's way of telling me how desperately I want to go out and explore the town. I still had plenty of sun to burn, so I decide to do just that. I can finish unpacking later when I get back from my bike ride.

"Mom, Dad! I'm going out for a ride around town!"

"Ok pumpkin!"

"Make sure you have your phone! Call if you need anything!"

There was something about peddling a bike, with the sun warming my skin, and the wind in my hair that made me feel at peace. It was something I like to do when I needed a little me or chance to think time. The weather Rosewood seemed to have today is perfect for a ride. The scenery was just as nice. The nature surrounding the town was beautiful, they even had some woods. Note to self, go explore the woods next. Maybe I could do a hike or if the paths permitted, even another ride. I started to wind down my efforts when I came across the town's plaza. There were coffee and book shops, and other businesses. People were walking around, sitting on tables outside enjoying what was left of summer I suppose.

There was a bike rack outside one of the stores so I got off and began to lock my bike down. I wanted to walk around, maybe go into a store or two. Walking down the street I noticed a blonde girl on a ladder trying to put up a sign. She was reaching rather too far for my liking and it just smelled like trouble so I slowly began approaching her. Sure enough she began to fall over.

"ARIA!" She screamed! I quickly covered the last few feet and caught her before she could fall on the sidewalk.

"Whoa, are you ok?" She has shocked and scared blue eyes.

"Hanna! Oh my God. Are you ok?" I can only assume the smaller brunette inspecting the blonde is Aria.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm ok. I just slipped." She stood up straightening out her skirt and shirt.

"Well maybe you wouldn't have slipped if you weren't wearing heels just like I told you not to."

"Ugh, whatever." As if remembering my presence she turns back to me with a smile. "Thank you. Where did you even come from? You're like a ninja. Wait, I've never seen you around before. Are you from here?"

"No problem," Wow, she asks a lot of questions."

"Hanna." The smaller brunette slightly elbows the blonde. "Be chill, you're going to make her regret saving your butt from falling."

"What? I was just asking geeze."

"That's ok, I am new here. I just moved here from Boston. I'm Emily by the way."

"Oh how rude of us, sorry. I'm Aria and the Humpty Dumpty over there…"

"Hey I didn't break!" She turned and smiled again. "I'm Hanna."

"Nice to meet you girls. So what were you putting up anyways?"

"Oh just a sign for some book event thing. We're only helping 'cause Aria has the hot's for…"

"Shut up, no I don't. We're here because I like to read books ok."

"Whatever." Hanna rolled her eyes. "Hey maybe you can stay and keep me company so I don't have to watch her make googly eyes. Barf."

"Hanna what if she has plans? Don't make her stay."

"Please? We can get some coffee or have lunch. Talk some more. I owe you for saving me right."

She sounded hopeful and overall excited about it. She seemed sincere enough. How could I resist. I didn't mind helping or just tagging along. Besides, I needed to make new friends anyways. "Yeah sounds good. I can help too if you need it."

"Great!" Hanna all but jumped.

"Really? Thanks."

So far Rosewood was looking pretty nice to me.