BEFORE YOU BEGIN READING, I WOULD LIKE TO SAY SORRY FOR ANY MISTAKES. I DO NOT PROOFREAD NONE OF MY WORKS AND I APOLOGIZE.
TEN YEARS BEFORE.
ROSEWOOD, PENNSYLVANIA.
Hanna, Aria, Emily, and Spencer were sitting on Spencer's porch, talking about how much fun senior year was going to be. Personally, Emily couldn't wait. She thought every part of her life was perfect. From her friends, her school, her swimming hobby, Spencer. She smiled to herself as she wrapped her arms tightly around the beautiful, lanky brunette that sat on her lap. Every so often, Spencer would turn to kiss Emily's cheek or whisper something sweet in her ear.
"Can you two just date already?" Hanna asked, smiling widely at her two best friends cuddled into each other.
"I agree," Aria added. "I'm sick of you two teasing each other."
Spencer blushed. Of course she wanted to be with Emily, but she didn't know if Emily wanted to be with her. Emily would always flirt with Spencer, but Spencer would just think it was a playful thing and flirt with her back. "Can we just get married already?" Emily whispered into Spencer ear, making her blush more. Things like this was what made Spencer fall in love with her best friend.
She shrugged lightly, playing along. She turned her head to whisper in Emily's ear, "I don't know, can we? I mean, I'm pretty sure you wouldn't wanna marry someone like me."
"Are you kidding?" Emily smiled. She then turned to answer Hanna's question. "I would love it if Spencer went to the senior prom as my date." She said, in more of a questioning tone. Aria and Hanna exchanged confused glances.
Aria smiled. "But that's not what Hanna asked."
"I know," Emily replied. "I would love it if Spencer and I dated. She would make a wonderful little spoon. Not to mention that she's dead sexy." She winked playfully at Spencer.
"Well, she is dead sexy." Hanna laughed. "I mean, Spence, if anyone doesn't ask you out by the end of the year, every boy in the senior class is blind."
"No one better not ask her out," Emily added. "Because she's already mine."
Spencer blushed even more and smiled bashfully at Emily before placing a lightly kiss on her cheek. Oh yes, Emily Fields is the love of Spencer Hastings's life.
PRESENT DAY.
Day two, done. Spencer thought to herself as she hopped into her car and buckled her seatbelt. Today had gone by so fast for her and she just wanted to go home and sleep the day away, but she couldn't. Alison had invited her and Dillon to her home for dinner and she couldn't say no. Dillon had almost refused, but Spencer had to convince him to come. "Birthday present, remember?" She had whispered in his ear, which made him groan and push her away.
Spencer laughed to herself, just thinking about her friend. He was so whiny, kind of like she had been when she was a kid. The only bad thing about today was the fact that Spencer had found out Alison was dating someone and they were living together. About to get married. I mean, Alison was telling her every detail about her mystery fiance.
Spencer rolled her eyes and started her car engine, pulling out of the driveway. On her way back home, she had decided to stop at the nearest coffee shop to keep her awake. Starbucks, she thought. She walked quickly into the store, not watching exactly where she was going then boom, her and a muscular figure collided, knocking Spencer onto the floor of the Starbucks.
"Hey, watch where you're going." The figure snapped instantly.
Spencer knew it was her fault, but she wasn't about to let someone talk her this way, not after they had just knocked her onto the floor. She stood from the floor and made eye contact with the figure, ready to reply with something snarky. But instead, her heart sank to her stomach and her facial expression changed instantly.
"Well," The muscular brunette spoke. "Aren't you going to say sorry?"
Spencer's eyebrows crinkled. Didn't she recognize her? Didn't she recognize the girl she had sent to prison for four years? Didn't she recognize the girl whom had told her all those awful things that day of Spencer's arrest. But Spencer knew her very well. She knew everything about the figure standing before her, seeing as if this was her best friend. Seeing as if this was the love of her life. Seeing as if this was Emily Fields. Say something, Spence. Spencer thought to herself. "I, uh, sorry."
If she didn't recognize Spencer, then that's a relief for Spencer. She doesn't have to explain why she didn't return( or read.) any of her mail. She doesn't have to explain why she didn't come back to Pennsylvania.
Emily nodded. "Next time watch where you're going." She scoffed. "Gosh, you Louisianans are so rude."
"I'm not from Louisiana, if you wanted to know." She replied, snarkily now folding her arms over her chest. "Now if you'll excuse me, I want to get some coffee."
The lanky brunette brushed past her ex best friend and made her way over to the register, letting the person behind the counter know what she wanted. "Super sized drip with three sugars please."
After a few moments, the man returned from the back with Spencer's coffee in hand. Spencer smiled lightly, thanking the man and paying him. She turned swiftly to see Emily still standing there, staring at her with sincere eyes. Spencer quickly walked past, but not quickly enough. Emily's fingers wrapped around Spencer's upper arm. "I'm sorry for flipping out earlier."
Spencer shrugged out of Emily's grip and plastered a fake smile onto her face. "It's fine. It was mostly my fault. I wasn't watching where I was going and uh, yeah."
The muscular figure nodded slowly and narrowed her eyes as she stared at Spencer's features very closely. "You look really familiar." She spoke softly. "Do I know you?"
"I've never seen you around here before." Spencer said quickly. "I don't think we've met before." She lied, hoping that her ex besties would buy it.
"Oh well, okay then." Emily smiled softly and Spencer felt her knees go weak.
She gave Emily a nod and made her way out of the coffee shop. She hopped in her car, breathing heavily. She could not believe she had just saw the girl she had tried to forget for ten years. The girl whom she was once in love with. The girl who created those terrifying memories.
FOUR HOURS LATER.
"Where the hell are you?" Dillon shouted through the phone as Spencer sighed. "You made me come to this dinner and now you're going to bailing?"
"I'm not bailing." Spencer yelled back. "I'm on my way, just calm down. No one told you to come so early anyway."
"We had agreed to be here at the same time!" She shouted even louder.
Spencer shook her head and ended the call without a goodbye. Dillon was such a bitch sometimes, but he was Spencer's bitch. She could put up with his whininess, but not today. Her day had just been ruined by her past. She turned the street and reached the pink and green house Alison had said was hers. She slowly pulled into the driveway and shut the engine off. With a sigh, Spencer got out of the car and made her way on the porch.
Knock. Knock.
A few seconds had passed before Spencer heard footsteps and the door swung open. Her eyes widened in shock at the figure. Not again.
"Oh hi," Emily smiled greetingly. "Nice to see you again. You're Alison's coworker?" She opened the door wide for Spencer to enter and she did.
Spencer nodded and answered with a, "Yes and nice to see you again too." Lies.
Alison and Dillon appeared out the kitchen with a smile and Spencer almost bursted into laughter at Dillon's smile. It screamed annoyance and irritation.
"Hey, Spencer." Alison embraced Spencer with a warm hug and Spencer immediately reciprocated. "Emily, this is my coworker, Spencer Hastings."
Spencer flinched at the sight of realization that hit Emily's face. "Hastings?" She mumbled, eyeing the lanky brunette. "It is you, isn't it?"
Before Spencer could say anything, Emily was dragging her into a small room, with only nothing in it. Her eyes were filled with fear and anger, mostly anger. "How dare you." Emily whispered, ferociously. "How dare you lie to me."
"I didn't think you would find out so soon." She whispered back, her head falling. But wait. Spencer narrowed her eyes. Why was she about to explain herself to the former swimmer, when she knew Emily was the one that needed to be apologizing and explaining herself. "Wait no," Spencer replied realization hitting her right in the gut. "How dare you."
"Excuse me?"
"Are you meaning to tell me that you don't remember anything that you put me through for the last ten years? Oh wait, maybe I should tell you. Well, first off I haven't spoken to my parents in, I don't know how long. And it has been really hard for me to find a fucking job because of something that you did. Hanna and Aria and I haven't spoken in ten years-"
"And whose fucking fault is that?" Emily yelled back. "I tried Spencer. I really tried to talk to you. I sent you over two hundred letters in prison, and I didn't get anything back."
"Because I was mad at you." Spencer breathed out. "I was really mad at you because you ruined my life."
Emily's face softened instantly. "Spencer.."
"You took away ten years of my life." Spencer interrupted with tears running down her cheeks. "And I hate you for it." Her heart stung as she said those three unbearable words.
"Spencer, I'm sorry."
"Do you want to know something?" Spencer smiled, coldly tears still streaming. "You were always my favorite, but now I can't even stand to look at you. It was really hard for me to talk to you in the coffee shop because I'm still mad at you. I still hate you.." She paused to stare into Emily's tear stained eyes. "And I'm pretty sure I always will."
"But I've always loved you, Spence." She whispered softly, tears streaming down her face. "I always have and I always will. You were the only thing I could think about these past ten years. I would always ask myself, how can I forget this beautiful person? How did I manage to not realize who you are? You were my best friend, my best friend, Spencer." She sighed. "And to hear you say something like this to me makes me want to kill myself."
Spencer rolled her eyes. As much as she wanted to give in and wrap her arms around the brunette, she wouldn't. "Go to hell." Spencer replied coldly.
"Your last words to me." Emily smiled, taking a step toward Spencer. "I remember clearly now Spence. I remember the nights of crying on Hanna's shoulder and drinking my life away. I remember the fun you and I always had together." She took one more step towards Spencer.
Spencer felt Emily's breath on her lips, as Emily's hand fell on her cheek. "I remember the mistletoe."
Push her away. Spencer's mind yelled, but her heart wouldn't allow her to do it. "Stop." She whispered. "Why are you doing this to me?"
"Because just like you've changed, I've changed too." Emily inched closer to Spencer, there lips were now touching, but not in a kiss. "Tell me you want me to stop and I will."
"Emily-"
"Say the four letters and I'll stop."
"Emily, please.." Spencer pleaded. "Don't make me choose."
"Why not?"
"Because I think you know what my answer will already be."
"And what will it be?"
"No." And with that, Emily smashed their lips together and her hands instantly fell on Emily's waist, pulling her closer. Emily's hands found Spencer's hair her nails dug into her scalp. Spencer couldn't take this anymore, she placed her hands on Emily's shoulder and pushed her back slightly. "You're married.. we can't."
"Spencer-"
"Stop," She whispered. "There, I said it now please, get away from me." Spencer brushed past Emily, a new pile of tears falling from her cheeks. She ran out of the room and towards the door.
"Spencer!" She heard Dillon call out from behind her, but that didn't stop her. "Spencer, where are you going?" Spencer got into her car and started the engine.
She took one last look at the house and pulled out of the driveway. Well, she didn't expect this all to happen so fast. Reuniting with Emily, going over to Emily's house for dinner, kissing Emily. She didn't know about the dinner part, but the rest did happen. She let the tears stream down her face, her sight blurring as she was driving.
Her phone beeped uncontrollably. All from Dillon and some from Alison. She had gotten the blonde's number the same time Alison had invited them over for dinner. Alison probably hated her now. Emily was probably telling her all about their past and what she had done to Spencer.
OKAY, I KNOW SOME OF YOU ARE THINKING WHY I DIDN'T UPDATE S&F YET. THE REASON IS BECAUSE I'M STILL WORKING ON THE NEXT CHAPTER. I'M TRYING TO MAKE IT AS LONG AS I CAN FOR YOU GUYS SINCE SOME OF YOU REQUESTED LONGER CHAPTERS. BUT ANYWAY, WHAT DID YOU GUYS THINK ABOUT THIS CHAPTER OF NF?! TOO SOON? I THINK I MADE THEM REUNITE ALITTLE TOO SOON. WHAT DO YOU THINK? IF YOU THINK I SHOULD SLOW DOWN AND LET THEM EXPLAIN THEIRSELVES, LET ME KNOW SO I CAN WORK ON THAT. REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! IT'S THE ONLY WAY I'LL KNOW IF I'M DOING THE RIGHT THING.