"What do you mean someone was in the room?" Aria whispered, across the tiny lunch table we were sitting at. Aria's dad wants to make sure we eat, so he told us to sit in the lunchroom where he, creepily, wants to keep an eye on us. The menu for today, that I had no opinion on, was tacos.

"I mean someone was in there. They knocked on the bathroom door and I thought it was you.. or her." A scowl came across my face as I gestured to Hanna. She kept sending balls of paper at my face the whole second period. I decided not to reply because my mom had always told me to be the bigger person in a dispute. Hanna rolled her eyes and muttered,

"Maybe it was me."

"Was it?" Aria asked, now glaring at her. Hanna shrugged her shoulder and shook her head. "Really Aria? How could I be two places at one time? You know I was with you the whole time."

"Guys," I released a sigh. "What if it was Spencer?"

"Spencer's gone." Hanna's voice shook. She wrapped her taco in a a napkin and stood up from her seat. "I'll go eat in my room."

"You can't," Aria stopped her. "My dad wants us to eat in here, remember?"

"Well, I'm not hungry anymore." She turned away from and proceeded out the door, making sure to throw her taco in the trash. I glanced over at Aria's dad to see the look on his face: he looked like my mother when I came home after curfew.

I ran my fingers through my brunette locks, thoughts of Spencer flashing through my mind. She had only been gone for a few hours, but I miss her already. How she knew how to make the best out of everything, how she would innocently and sometimes intentionally flirt with me, her kisses, her touches. Every part of her I missed. My heart ached as I shoved the last of my taco down my throat. I managed to stifle, "This is all my fault."

Aria tilted her head, disappointedly. "Really Lez? Don't let Hanna get to you, alright? She's just really upset right now."

I nodded, "But this is kind of my fault." My eye suddenly became interested on the tiled table we were sitting at. "She cheated on her boyfriend with me. She told me she liked me and then she left. How does that make me look?"

"Like it was all your fault." Aria admitted. She then sighed and finished the last of her taco, "Spencer will be back though. She'll be happy again and you two will be best friends."

"What if I want to be more?"

"We both know Spencer doesn't have the guts to break her boyfriend's heart. I mean, he'll do anything for her."

I looked up at her and chuckled. "I know, but she would always add 'yet' when I remind that we aren't together. That gives me a little hope."

Aria's face twisted into a small smile as she patted my back lightly. "I'm going to go see what's up with Hanna. Give yourself a tour of the campus. That's what I did when I didn't know anybody."

"Okay," I smiled. "I will." I stood up from my seat and glanced at Aria's dad once more. He smiled and nodded at us. "Your dad was really serious about this.." I laughed and looked back at Aria.

She laughed and we threw our trash in the garbage. "Well, he just wants to see if we're not wasting food."

"What's it matter to him?"

"It's his money, Lez." She shook her head and said, "I'll see you later."

"Yeah," I said lightly. Aria then walked out of the cafeteria and began her search

for Hanna Marin, the girl who disliked me at the moment. I shrugged my shoulders and made my way out of the cafeteria as well.

Taking a tour around campus seemed too lame for a girl like me, so I decided to sneak off campus, well not exactly sneak because it seemed like no one cared and people did this on regular basis. I walked down the streets of the city, coming across multiple shoe stores that I would love to take a tour of right now. Rosewood really was a small, friendly, and quiet town filled with secrets. It seemed like no one took walks. There weren't many people in the stores. Where was everyone?

Though I had no money on me, I walked into this place called The Brew. Now this place was where everyone hung out. This place was the reason all the streets were cleared. Everyone was here, watching football on the television screen. Some cheering for the winning team whom I had no idea who it was because I don't understand the concept of football nor do I know how to play it. And some were cheering for the losing team.

I glanced around the place. I kind of over exaggerated when I said everyone. By everyone I meant, teens to young adults(19-24 maybe.). I saw an open seat near the closed out area of The Brew and hurried over to it. I slumped down onto the seat and looked over at the television screen. Number 27 had tackled the opposing team's 10 to the ground and the referee pulled out a yellow flag. What was he doing? Some people booed and sweated angrily and some cheered and highfived each other.

"You have no idea what you're looking at, do you?"

I swished my head around to the voice behind me and met eyes with a nice looking boy, whom looked like he was about my age. He had brown eyes and short cut hair, kind of like 2012 Justin Beiber. I smiled nervously at the boy and shook my head, "Actually, no."

He chuckled a bit. "Uh, well the purpose is for one team to take the ball from the other. When they finally take the ball, they have to run to their winning spot in order to score." His eyebrows rose in a Do-You-Get-It-Now motion and I nodded slowly.

"I'm sorry if that was a crappy explanation, I just started watching it myself."

"Oh no, you did great." I waved my hand dismissively. "Best explanation I've ever heard."

"Okay, now you're just making that up." He laughed. "But thanks anyway."

"Yeah." I paused, trying to think of something to say. "Uh so what brings you here?"

His face fell and he focused his attention on the television. "My girlfriend and I just broke up and I came here to get my mind off things. We're just two different people now, I guess."

"I'm sorry."

"It's fine," He sighed. "I kind of knew it was going to happen anyway, but I didn't expect it to be so soon and subtle."

I glanced at the television and the football game was now on commercial. Oh how I hate commercials and their ability to come and go whenever they wanted. I mean, they're everywhere; on YouTube ads, between shows, after shows, before shows. My rant about commercials soon got interrupted by the sound of the brunette boy's phone ringing or chiming. Whatever.

"I gotta take this," He smiled weakly and hopped out of his seat. "See you later, I enjoyed our talk together. Thanks for listening."

"No problem," I smiled back. "Bye."

I watched as the boy ran out of The Brew with his phone smashed to his ear. He seemed annoyed and little sad. It must have been his ex girlfriend. How could she break up with someone as gentle and funny as him? He was too perfect for people, for everyone. Not to mention that he's cute.

I ran my fingers through my hair and sighed heavily. After a few seconds of staring blankly at the people surrounding the place, I hopped out of my seat and made my way out of the door. One Pennsylvanian friend made. Name; unknown. I shoved my hands into my pockets and started my exploration of the city again.

Later That Day.

Much to my dismay, it was freezing at night and I didn't have a jacket. I didn't know I had gone so far into the city and so far away from the school. Rosewood was amazing. A great place for a vacation.

I quickly walked into the building of the school and made my way to my dorm room. "God, it's freezing out there." I whispered to myself. "Aria?" I called out.

No answer. I made my way farther into the room and then my heart dropped. A similar figure was laying across my bed and she looked as beautiful as ever, even with a tear stained face.

I walked over to my bed and kneeled down in front of her. "Spencer.." I whispered. "Spencer, wake up."

Her eyes fluttered open and a small smile appeared on her face. "Hey," She said, her voice raspy and weak. "I'm sorry I left you." She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and sat up on the bed. "Guess what."

"What?"

"My sister died the other day..." She sniffed, the tears threatening to fall. "She had gotten in a car accident and it was all my fault."

"No," My arms wrapped around her tightly. "It wasn't your fault. How could it be your fault and you were at school?"

"Because I'm the one who taught her that stupid saying." She sobbed, tears now streaming down her face.

"What does a saying have to do with her getting into a car wreck?"

"My dad said that the police claimed that she was coming from a party and she had gotten really drunk. He also said she hadn't been back home in weeks. She had been staying at her boyfriend's house.

There was this book." She sniffed. "It was a quote from my favorite book. It also was how I wanted to die. I'm the one who introduced her to that stupid book. I didn't know she would actually do something like that. She was way too young and I.. I killed her, Emily." She cried. "I killed my sister."

"Spencer..."

"Dad said she ran straight into the truck. The front of her car was gone."

"Spencer, you need-"

"That's why I left. I wanted to see her and tell her goodbye." Spencer ran her delicate fingers through her brunette locks. "I loved her with all my heart and now she's gone."

"I'm here for you." I whispered, placing my hand on her cheek to wipe the tears away. "I'm always going to be here for you, always okay?" My voice cracking as my own tears wanted to fall just taking in the sight of Spencer's delicate features being stained by tears. "I'm so sorry about your sister."

"Don't be sorry for me." She smiled sadly. "I deserve this for all the bad things I've done to everyone."

"Don't say that." I grabbed her hand and gave it a light squeeze. "No one deserves to lose someone they love."

Spencer pressed her lips onto mine. It felt like my heart had did multiple flips into my chest. I pulled back slowly and my eyes connected with hers. "Move over," I whispered. Spencer slid over a little on the bed and I crawled in next to her and lied down, pulling her down with me. She laid her head on my rising and falling chest and I wrapped my arms around her torso. "You know Hanna wanted to kill me, right?"

"Why?" She laughed softly, now playing with the tips of my fingers. "Did you hide her alcohol or something?"

"Nah," I smiled. "She just blamed me for you disappearing."

"Why did she blame you?" She asked, quietly.

"Because she thought I ran you away." I sighed. "I told them about our conversation we had before you left and she thought that I confused you and ran you away. I mean, all of your clothes were gone and.." I paused, looking down at her. "You scared me. I actually did think for a second that I was the reason."

She giggled. "Typical Hanna."

I rolled my eyes. "Please tell her to back off."

"Why? I like when you two fight over me."

"Hey," My arms squeezed her body a little lighter. "Why did you take all of your clothes and stuff? Why didn't you tell anybody?"

"Because once I heard the news, I wanted to run away and never come back to this state. It has so many bad memories. I didn't want anybody to worry about me."

"Spencer, of course we were going to worry about you. You're our friend."

"I'm your friend?" She asked playfully. "I thought we were more than that."

My cheeks reddened. "I want us to be."

Spencer looked up at me more serious than ever. Her eyes were black and lips were in a firm, straight line. I shut my eyes, immediately regretting the words that had just flooded from my mouth. "I'm sorry," I whispered. "I shouldn't have said that."

"Why are you sorry?"

"Because I'm basically asking you to be something more with me while you're-"

"Don't say anything about Andrew." She interrupted. "You always ruin the moment when you talk about him."

"I'm sorry."

"Stop saying sorry, you idiot." She laughed. Her laughter soon died and as she looked me in the eye. Our fingers were now intertwined with each other. "Just.. give me a kiss, okay?" I nodded and leaned in to connect our lips together. The kiss was slow and gentle. The kiss had remained that way until Spencer had decided to disconnect her fingers from mine and lay them gentle on the side of my cheek.

She bit my lip softly, releasing a moan from my mouth. I granted her entrance to slip her tongue into my mouth and it was now a battle of tongues. I was not going to let her win so easily. "I missed you," She broke the kiss, breathing heavily. "I missed you so much."

"You missed me or did you miss this?" I gestured between the two of us and whatever this was that we were doing.

"Or so we're a this now?" She smiled brightly.

I shrugged. "At least we're not just anything."

Spencer hummed, then said, "Everything." My eye brows creased. "I missed everything about you from your looks to your personality. I missed you in general, Emilia."

"I missed you too." I grabbed her hand, slipping my fingers into hers again.

"I won't leave again.. maybe."

"At least when you do leave, can you at least let Hanna know before she tries to blame me?" I laughed.

She scoffed playfully. "You'll be the first to know." She kissed my cheeks shyly then ducked her head.

"Good."

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