A/N: Sorry in advance if this is crap. I literally wrote all of this last night. I guess that's what I get for being such a procrastinator and such. Okay, on with the story...

January 8, 2013

You liked my earrings all over the place! Don't deny the truth, Ezra. Trust me, when I go up there, I'm taking some with me and stuffing them in your boxer drawer. I want my dress back though. That was my lucky one and I need the luck right now. You're such a guy sometimes. I always forget how underneath your charming, adorable, laugh in your sleep person, there's a horny guy waiting to be released. It really amazes me sometimes though. In the nicest way possible. If you can take that in a nice way. Knowing you, you will though.

I know she's not, but it's nice to hear you say that. So to speak. I guess it should be 'read you say that' shouldn't it? Either way, it's reassuring for me. I really hope you're talking about me and not Mike. That'd be weird since it's just us and my dad here. Unless you have some deep dark crush on him too. That would explain why you stuck around even after Mike hit you. I'm keeping the shirt even if you want it. It'll be both of our's one day anyways. I'm just taking it until then. Think of it as 'insurance' that I'll always have to come back to you in the end. No matter what. I promise.

No, I refuse to play cupid with Spencer and Hardy. Besides, she's taking a break from dating altogether until the end of the year. And even if she does go up with me and meets him, she'll give me hell for even letting that cross my mind. So no more talk about that. I feel like you just want all of your clothes back, but guess what Mr. Fitz, you're not getting them back until I feel like they need to be worn by you again. No point in having them if the smell has faded. I was joking about the drinking thing. I learned my lesson last time when I woke up to you throwing up. No drinking for me for awhile longer. Pinky promise.

Don't poke fun at my movies. You like them. I know you do because they usually make you get emotional or we end up with a really cute kissing moment right after. Unless you're telling me you don't want those moments, which kind of sucks for me. Not all eighteen year olds are crazy, Ezra. That's a stereotype. I knew you had some personal reason for such a nice gift. And to think, I was hoping it was all for me and my future.

Until this weekend,

Aria. I'd say "Allie", but that hits to personal for me.

Also, tell Hardy red lace isn't just my favorite.

o.O.o

"Writing to Ezra again?" Spencer sat across from Aria, her books slamming right along with her. Even when they didn't need to do all the homework now that the school year was closing in on them, Spencer felt the need to do even more. It was like she needed to work in order for her to be happy.

"Yup. Just finished." Aria closed her notebook, sliding the pen into the rings. "What's up?" She and Spencer spent the most time together. Just like Hanna and Emily did. But lately, Aria has been too busy with other things to even call Spencer. Leaving just a few short worded texts to get them by.

"Nothing new. Just homework, homework, and look at that, more homework." Her thin fingers opening and closing each book. It amazed Aria how easygoing Spencer can be when she felt like it. Nobody else took time to see that part of her friend, so she was happy they all had that connection to her.

"Well, if you'd like a break from that stuff, I'm going up to Ezra's this weekend. You're free to join in on the fun if you'd like. I'm sure he won't mind." Aria liked spending one-on-one time with Ezra, but it was also nice to have another person, besides Hardy, around to make them feel less closed in.

"I don't know, have you told him yet?" The smile Aria had quickly going away. She hated this subject. And Spencer knew it. But she also knew she needed to tell him. She couldn't hide it from him. No matter how hurtful it would be, Ezra needed to know.

"Um, no. Not yet." Aria kept her eyes downwards, playing with a loose string on her shirt. And here comes Spencer's motherly talk.

"Aria! He should know. Are you planning on keeping something like this from him forever?! That's not right." Spencer, like always, had a point. It wasn't right to keep something like this from Ezra. He'd hate her in the end if he found out she did keep it from him. And that's not something she wanted. In fact, she was hoping he'd drop it when she asked. But knowing Ezra, that'd be the last thing he'd do.

"I know, I know. And I will tell him. But I wanna do it in person. He deserves that. Don't you think." The number one trick to ease Spencer out of her speech mode. Reverse it on her.

"True. Which is why I'm going to say no to your offer. I don't wanna be there when that talk goes down. Sorry, babe, but you're on your own right here." Spencer's hand reached over and patted Aria's, trying to bring some comfort to her friend.

"Oh thanks, you're such a great friend." Aria knew she shouldn't put her friend in that position, but she also knew she'd want someone to talk to after she told Ezra what happened. What if he got mad and left? Or he blew up and stayed just to yell at her? Or what if...that's all Aria thought about lately, what if he'd hate her after. There was't exactly a good outcome from this. At the same time it wasn't her fault. And she'd make sure to tell Ezra that first.

"Trust me, you're not gonna want me around during or after that talk. And if you do need me, I'm just a few numbers and rings away." Spencer wasn't making this any easier. In fact, she was scaring Aria even more from telling Ezra.

"Yeah whatever you say, Spence." Aria bit her lower lip, if she did need Spencer, which she had a good feeling she would, she wouldn't call. She'd grab her bags and leave Ezra's place and come back to Rosewood. A childish thing to do, yes. But she was also a stubborn person.

"I've gotta go. Homework and the lovely Mr. and Mrs. Hastings await me. Call you later?" Spencer stood up, placing her books on her left hip and her bag on her right shoulder.

"Sure. Say hi for me." Aria watched her friend walk away, her mind still on the conversation she just had and the one she needed to have with Ezra. There was no way she was getting out of this. She had to tell him.

He could either be mad when she told him, or pissed when he found out and knew she kept it from him longer than she already had. How do you even bring this conversation up with someone? 'Hey one more thing, you're little brother kissed me in your apartment while he was drunk. Want some more egg rolls?' Yeah, this was something she didn't need to deal with.

But telling Ezra that Wesley kissed her was a need-to-know thing. She had to tell him. No matter how many 'I'm sorry please don't tell Ezra' texts, Wes sent her since then, he needed to know. Who even gets drunk in someone else's apartment nowadays?

Aria's thoughts weren't helping her at all. School, boyfriend's family issues, friend issues, this was not how Aria planned on spending the rest of her year or her life. And if Wes wasn't planning on letting Ezra know what happened, Aria would make sure he knew. Sure Wes might get yelled at, but Ezra was her boyfriend. He knew that and he knew that she'd tell him in the end. So there was no changing her mind. She was telling Ezra this weekend when she went to see him.

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A/N: Just to let you all know, next chapter is a normal one. And by normal I mean no letter part. Oh, and Happy Holidays to you all. If this sucks it's because I literally wrote and finished it in less than three hours last night. Fun times. -_-