Author's note: Here is the next girl! I know the story might seem really Aria-focused so far, but it isn't all about her! It's about each of the liars and how that night (Ezra) is affecting them differently. Soon, there will be a common enemy which pushes them to work together again. Old faces, secrets, and pasts will be returning and creating problems for all of them :)
Chapter 3
Spencer
"Hello, lovely," the dashing Brit said, returning into his home at about twenty minutes before midnight. "Work was quite intense at the hospital. Sorry that I'm late home. I've been trying to get home earlier to be with you, but things have been busier than usual. But lord, am I happy to see you tonight!"
His face brightened, and he leaned in for a short kiss. His girlfriend cupped his cheeks and deepened the kiss. She pulled back, her hands resting on his cheeks as they gazed into each other's eyes. She relaxed backwards onto the couch, smiling. She made room for him to sit on their couch.
"No, I totally understand!" Spencer exclaimed, her hand running through his soft hair. "You're my handsome doctor, you're supposed to save a ton of lives. I'm not complaining at all. Sure, I miss you and your lovely presence, but it puts food on our plates, so how can I hate that?"
"I can't argue with that," he joked, chuckling slightly. "When are you going to be applying for that job you wanted? I remember so many dreams of being a successful lawyer once you had gotten out of college."
"Still working on it, and I'm not going to be a house wife for much longer, I promise," she said, sighing. "That women I was talking to... Laura... I have an interview with her Monday morning, and I'm going to give it all I've got! Then at least I can spend the day earning some money instead of just waiting for my gorgeous boyfriend to come home..."
He winked at her playfully, and then pulled her in for a soft, but short, kiss.
"So," Wren Kingston began, toying with her fingers playfully, "I was thinking about getting our house a barn. A nice, lovely, barn. Remember that barn you had when you were a teenager? Your sister Melissa and I were going to move in there, but things were cut short because of a beautiful distraction... Anyways, I was thinking that we could get ourselves a barn, too!"
Spencer thought about it for a moment. She remembered all the sleepovers she had with her friends in that barn back at the old Hastings'. And they weren't good memories. She remembered that Alison DiLaurentis disappeared during one of those barn sleepovers, and that day had always haunted her the most. She always wondered what would have happened if they never had that sleepover... Would Alison still be alive then? Would Aria have been saved from Ezra breaking her heart?
"A barn? I would love that," she lied, but only because she wanted to make her Wren happy. She quickly leaned in and pecked his lips. "I would really love that."
"Great!" Wren exclaimed, chuckling happily. "This is just wonderful. I've got to get speaking to a carpenter. We should probably head up and get a good night's rest, hmm, sweetheart?"
"Or... we could cuddle up by the fire place and enjoy the fact that we actually have some time together?" Spencer suggested. "It's been a while since we have watched The Notebook, you know!"
"Oh, come on, honey, I'm sorry, but as lovely as that sounds, not tonight. We need to get some slumber before the morning arrives, and it's almost midnight," Wren said. "Maybe another day? I promise."
"Only if you promise..." she said, giggling quietly.
"I do promise," Wren whispered, and kissed her lips for a brief second. "Now, my little doll, why don't we head upstairs to our bedroom?"
She smiled as Wren reached over to take her hand. Hand in hand, the couple walked upstairs.
The next day, Wren left work early because he had called the carpentry crew over to work on the house. He decided he would take some time off of work to not only spend time with his girlfriend, but also to stick around for the home renovations. Grinning, he got home and wrapped his arms around his woman.
"Guess who's going to be home a lot for a while?"
"My best guess is you," she said, chuckling.
She turned around and placed a long kiss on his lips, half hugging him while their lips made contact. She pulled her lips back, and took both of his hands in hers.
"What brought you home early?" Spencer asked.
"Carpenters!" Wren exclaimed, still grinning. "We're starting the barn project today. I called the crew over, and they'll be over in twenty minutes to half an hour. It's going to be marvelous. We mapped everything out, and the sketches look wonderful."
"Wren, wait," she said, sighing. "We didn't talk about the barn project much. Why are we rushing this?"
"Leave it to me, Spencer, I promise that it will be good, and you don't have to worry," Wren said, rubbing his thumb against her cheeks gently. "I knew you wouldn't want to rush into this, and I'm sorry for making the executive decision, but it had to be done. The sooner we start it, the sooner we finish it. And if you don't like one thing, I can tell the men to just break it down and do it again! I won't stop until it caters to your every need, my love."
She smiled and gave in, "Okay, but only because I trust you so much."
"Good, now go get properly dressed, we are going to meet with the carpenters in a short amount of time," Wren said, kissing her cheek. "Get changed quickly, please! We don't have much time until they come."
When the carpenters arrived, it was unfortunate, because Wren had to go upstairs and get a change of clothes. He had spilled a snack he was eating on his shirt, and he wasn't going for anything except professional when he met the carpenters.
"Honey, go get the door, I'll be down in a moment!" Wren called as he changed his outfit.
Spencer readied herself, and went to the door. She opened it, and saw a crew of tall and buff looking men. No wonder they were carpenters.
"Hi, I'm Spencer, thank you so much for coming!" Spencer exclaimed. "My boyfriend Wren is changing his clothes, but he will be down in just a second. Why don't you all go make yourselves comfortable in the living room? I can make you guys some coffee or something. But first, settle down."
"Thank you, ma'am," a young man named Chris said, stepping into her home. "I could use some coffee, ya know. It's been a long day for this boy."
She chuckled and said, "Of course, of course. I'll just wait till Wren comes down and can keep you company while I make it."
"Hey, it's much appreciated," Chris said, sitting down on the couch. "Antonio, you've got the sketches, right?"
A tan skinned man, who was probably the Antonio guy, nodded his head and said, "Got 'em all. Where's Cavanaugh?"
Chris shrugged his shoulders. There was a knock at the door.
"Excuse me, gentlemen," Spencer said, getting up. She opened the door slowly, smiling as she did. "Hi— Toby?"
"Spencer..." he mumbled, his blue eyes flicking up at her sadly. "Hi..."
"Hey, honey, sorry I took so long," Wren said, quickly walking down the stairs. "Is everything all right, sweet heart?" He looked around for a moment. "Sweet heart?" Then he glanced up at the door, and his eyes widened.
"No fucking way!" Wren cursed, gritting his teeth. "Toby Cavanaugh?"
