Hey guys! Just like I promised, saturday update! I really enjoy writing this chapter, and I hope you enjoy reading it.

So... Yeah. Here you go!

Aria's POV

It was an usual morning for Aria Montgomery. She was pressed against a cold wall by her boyfriend, in the middle of a heavy make out session. She didn't know where she was, but she assumed she must've been in an empty hall, and that was why she couldn't hear any voices.

She couldn't hear, see or think anything while being around Ezra. She was completely in love with him. Ever since they had started dating in third year, the two of them were just like the protagonists of the cheesiest movie in the world. They would send each other letters, give each other presents, remember even the anniversary from when they had first met…

They were corny. But she loved it.

Right now though, with Ezra's tongue invading her mouth and his hands exploring everywhere they could, the last word that came to her mind was corny.

Suddenly, a loud bell rang through the hall, and also through the entire school. It only meant one thing: launch time.

Ezra quickly fixed his hair, while Aria tried to look presentable. They hooked hands and marched towards the Great Hall, where a certain blonde was expecting them.

No, she was expecting Aria.

"Aria? Can I talk to you for a minute?" Aria just nodded, not really sure of what this meant, "In private."

Alison gestured towards an empty corner in the back of the huge room. Aria just gave her boyfriend a quick peck, and followed Alison. When they reached the corner, the blonde's girl started to redden, and she suddenly seemed nervous. She took an enveloped piece of paper, which she assumed was a letter, and gave it to her, her hands shaking.

"What is this?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. The blonde looked down and tried to speak, but she couldn't.

"It's- uhhr… It's for Em- Emily. I'd aprecciate it if you gave it to her."

She took the envelope and muttered an almost unhearable 'sure', before walking away to the table.

She wanted to open it. Alison DiLaurentis wasn't known as a friendly person. What if this was some stupid joke? Or worse, what if this was Alison writing trash about Emily and making her read it?

But suddenly something came to her mind. What if this was some ridicolously cheesy letter from Ali confessing her feelings for the brunette.

Ugh! Curiousity was killing her. In a normal situation, Spencer would be there, slap her hand, and take the letter to Emily without opening it first. But Spencer had abandoned her for that Toby dude. Pff. A bro before a hoe, right, Spence?

Aria chuckled to herself. She was actually happy for Spencer; that guy seemed very sweet and caring, and they were kind of cute together. It was funny for her to see the Spencer Jill Hastings blushing and acting nervous.

Anyway, back to the main topic: the letter.

Her entire body was telling her to open it, but she knew it was wrong.

But, it wouldn't be wrong if she just read it, right? It wouldn't be wrong if she just took a look at it and then give it to Emily as nothing happened. So, that's what she did.

Emily's POV

When Emily heard the word 'Sunday', her mind got always the same pictures: waking up late, getting dressed like a muggle just because she could, packing some food in her purse, grabbing her broom and flying around different places until the sunset, having dinner, and going to bed with a smile on her face.

She loved everything about Sundays. But, the best part for her, were mornings. Because Sundays for her had no morning. Because they were spent sleeping or just being lazy.

And she had expected this Sunday to be just like every other one for her. It just wasn't like that.

She was laying on her bed, eyes closed, her arms behind her back, her hair messy, and a small satisfying smile on her face.

That was, until, two people suddenly stormed into her bedroom.

She jumped out of bed, ready to punch someone if she needed to, but she relaxed slightly when she recognised her best friend and roomate, Aria Montgomery. The weird thing was that Aria wasn't alone. She was practically dragging Alison DiLaurentis, a frightened look all over her face.

"That's it. Alison, if you want tos ay anything to Emily, you do it now or never," Aria snarled, her face red. She then directed towards her, "And you, shut up, listen to what the girl has tos ay, and read this damned letter," she hands her and envelope, before loudly gulping, "Neiher get out of this room until you're done talking. Clear? God, school's barely started and I've got enough drama to right a novel!" And she storms out of the room.

Emily just stays there, confused. She suddenly remembers the small envelope that she's holding, and decides to read it:

Dear Emily,

I know you're not the biggest fan of love stories. You menioned it in class years ago. And even though you thought nobody heard you, I did. How wouldn't I listen to what the smartest, cutest, hottest and funniest girl in the world has to say?

Okay, what? Since when Alison DiLaurentis used the word 'cute'? That was new. And since when did Alison even consider her cute?

As I was telling you, I know you don't like them. But trust me, if you let me, I could make us one.

Wow. Once again, what?!

You think I notice you now beacuse you're hot. Well, for once in your life, you're wrong.

I noticed you when you used to have braces.

I noticed you when you wore those dorky adorable glasses that anyone liked for some unknown reason.

I noticed you when your hair looked like Hermione Granger's.

That was kind of funny. Emily swore she would have laughed if she wasn't crying like a baby right now.

I noticed you when you were Emily Fields. And guess what? You still are. Nothing's changed. You are still that girl who stole Alison Ice Cold Queen Bee DiLaurentis' heart. And you still have it.

I won't ask you to give it back to me. It's yours to break. And it's also yours to keep. Do whatever you want with it, you already have it in your hands.

'You have my heart too, Ali,' she thought to herself, 'And it's also yours to break or keep'.

When you kissed me the other day, when we were flying, I felt fireworks. And when you ran away, I felt like the Fireworks had gone forever, and they wouldn't come back until your lips came back to mine.

Sure, you are kick ass hot now. But, even if tomorrow you came back with your messy hair, your glasses, you braces, and your dorky actitude, you'd still be hot to me. You'd still be beautiful to me. You'd still be the meaning of perfection to me.

You'd still be Emily.

Love, Alison.

Emily stared blankly at the paper sheet in front of her. Her hands started shaking, her lips were quivering, tears rolling down her cheeks, and a small, shy smile plastered on her face.

She looked up at Alison, the girl who had won her heart without even trying to. The girl who had left hear bitchy mask away and written this letter confessing her huge feelings towards her. The girl she was falling for.

She let the letter go, throwing it somewhere. And, without another word, she hooked her hands around Alison's neck and kissed her.

This wasn't like the other kisses. This was a thousand times stronger, filled with passion, happiness, desire, lust, love, hope and an infinite number of other emotions.

Emily was now standing on cloud nine, and as Alison's arms gripped her waist, pulling her even closer than before, the only words Emily's brain could form were: 'thank you Aria'.

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See ya' babes.