A/N: I do not own any of the characters or brands that I put into this story aren't mine. Only my thoughts and ideas put into it are.

Emily—

Stroke. Stroke. Stroke. Stroke. Stroke. Breath. Stroke. Stroke.

Emily wasn't taking it easy that day, next week was tryouts. She couldn't stop thinking about it, it would be her chance to shine and stand out from her fascinating siblings. And even though she would be the youngest on the team, she really deserved it.

Stroke. Stroke. Breath. Stroke. Stroke. Flip. Stroke. Stroke.

After a few more rounds, she climbed up the steps and into the locker room's showers. She took off her speedo swimsuit and stepped off to a corner, even though there was nobody nearby. She scrubbed herself clean and washed her chlorine-damaged hair until her scalp ached. Suddenly, she heard whispers and giggling so she quickly grabbed her towel and covered herself as best as she could.

"Oh, hey there." It was Riley Wolfe, Naomi Zeigler and the amazing Alison DiLaurentis. Emily just stared at them with a blank face.

"What are you doing here Emily?" Alison taunted.

"I- I was j-just swimming." Emily tried to get a noise out but she stammered.

"Well bye now." Alison blew her a kiss and winked at her. She heard them snicker while they walked away. Emily felt a warm feeling in her heart, like if it was the start of something. And it was.

Spencer—

After hours of studying, Spencer decided to take a break, so she went outside to get away from it all. So she went outside and took a few deep yoga fire breaths, she noticed Melissa outside the barn door talking to Jason DiLaurentis, Alison DiLaurentis's older brother. Who was keeping his head down as if being unnoticeable. After handing her something in a Ziploc he left towards the Hastings' woods. Melissa wouldn't be the one to be on drugs, so Spencer approached her before the barn door would slam on her face.

"Hi Melissa, what are you doing talking to our neighbors?" Spencer obviously knew who he was.

"Oh, nothing. Shouldn't you have some studying to do before the history test?" Melissa always used that card on Spencer, since she always got better grades than her.

"Why are you even in the barn? Your room is inside the house."

"I'm moving here when I'm a senior." Melissa said matter-of-factly.

"Whatever." Spencer headed back into her room and noticed Alison DiLaurentis brushing her hair and talking to someone blonde, but she was backwards so Spencer wasn't able to make out her face.

"Pfft, there goes miss perfect Naomi and her gorgeous friend Alison." Spencer mocked Naomi's innocent, little girl voice. Only Naomi was in her own room of her own house three blocks away.

A/N: This is chapter 2, I will repost as soon as I can, but I won't write if I am talking into nothingness, so please just comment that you are reading this. Yes, I will write to someone, but please just comment. Thanks!