DIDN'T WE ALMOST HAVE IT ALL?

SPENCER'S POV

"I don't even know what to wear!" I groan.

"I'm shocked you're even going." Melissa adds.

"I told you the plan Melissa, remember."

"Which is insane. I'd never want to voluntarily walk into that house." she spits, crossing her arms.

"At least you are known. I've been back here for how long? And he still doesn't want to meet me." Alex sighs.

"Aww Alex. Don't think of it like that. It's not you, it's him and his stupidness. Trust me he's always been like that to me. He only buttered me up when he wanted something. But most of the time he was cold."

"I know. It's just, a woman who doesn't even know me, who doesn't have to take me in, a girl who is a reminder of her husbands betrayal to her, took me in voluntarily and is so nice to me. While the man that helped create me doesn't give two shits." she pouts.

"That's mom for you. Her heart is made of gold." Melissa nods.

"Why don't you come to dinner with me?' I ask.

'I can't I wasn't invited." she sighs.

"Yeah you were. I just invited you didn't I?"

"I didn't get a formal invite Spencer."

" I told Jessica I'm bringing the girls with me, what's one more? She can pull up a chair right beside me, it's not going to hurt anyone."

"Really?" Her face lights up.

"Yeah." I nod

"Great, now I'm like you, I have no idea what to wear!"

"Well it's a good thing we went clothes shopping for you" Melissa chuckles and we smile.

"Girls I'm so glad you could make it!" Jessica smiles when she opens the door.

"Thanks for letting us come" Emily says on behalf of all the girls.

I make sure Alex stand in the front with me.

Jessica looks at Alex, then at me, careful not to make any faces since Alex is starting at the woman who she should be calling aunt.

"You must be Alex. It's great to meet you sweetie. Im Jessica DiLaurentis." she smiles as she pulls Alex into a hug which she accepts.

ALISON'S POV

Ugh, those two-faced people are downstairs.

I can tell by the fake tone my mom hold in her voice full of excitement. She's excited to get this day over.

She really just wanted Spencer to come, yeah like you think Spencer would come by herself.

Or better yet, you think Spencer isn't smart enough to know this is a trap that you just want to take everything away from Veronica. We all know she doesn't like Spencer. She never did.

She always felt offended by Spencer, and threatened.

I still don't know why, but she always did.

That's not going to suddenly change when you date her father. She thinks that Spencer isn't smart enough to figure that out, she's clearly underestimating Spencer.

My mom must be high if she thinks I'm actually staying for this dinner,

I walk downstairs to see everyone in the living room.

I walk in and grab my keys from the bowl.

"Ali, where are you going?" My mom questions.

"Out." I shrug.

"No, not tonight, we have dinner. Remember?" She smiles and says through gritted teeth.

"No, you have dinner. I have plans with CeCe." I tell her with a smirk.

"So, cancel them, it's been a while since we've all been together."

"Well, I think there is a reason for that." I state.

"Alison, just cancel your plans." she demands.

"Why? So I can sit here and have dinner with these fake bitches who have the nerve to turn their backs on me after everything I've done for them."

"Oh, don't be so dramatic and full of yourself, Ali. You act like everything you did was great. Most of the things you've done made people feel horrible about themselves. You act as if you're this amazing gift that everyone needs. Well, news flash Alison. You aren't, so sit back and get a grasp on reality" Spencer shouts.

"Really Spencer? You wouldn't be who you are without me!"

"I agree with you a bit there. I would have more friends, I wouldn't look like your puppet, and I definitely wouldn't be in half the mess I am today because of you and your stupid attitude!"

"You can't blame this all on me!" I yell.

"Really? Why can't I?! You started this, We stopped it, then it came back but it wasn't half as bad, but then you came back and it all got worse." She yells back.

"That's not my fault! No one asked you guys to find me!" I remind her.

"Yeah well excuse us for caring for you. But you are right, we shouldn't have found you, we should've just left you the way you were at least life was calmer" she spits.

"Spence!" Em gasps. My moms eyes widen.

"Feel the way you want Spencer, in the end you are just giving me more proof that you could be the one doing this to me."

She laughs, "That's hilarious Alison, really. But if it was me trust me I wouldn't do half the things that happened to me, to myself, I'd target you and I wouldn't even add the girls to the mix. You know it's not me because you know who it really is. You look at her everyday in the mirror." she says.

"That's rich Spencer really, but we all know you have the brains to pull it off perfectly."

"Oh, please, don't be jealous over the fact that I actually have a proper working brain, doesn't mean I did this."

"Doesn't mean I did either" I tell her, finally looking around the room to notice... Spencer?

No, she has a twin. Oh my god!

"Wow, it all makes sense now. You were never bipolar. There were just two of you. A normal girl and the one who needs lots of help." I grin.

She rolls her eyes, "No Ali, I get that's what you have to tell yourself to get over the fact that I'm the one who stands up to you and you're a bit afraid of me. But no, every dig I've ever made at you is all from me."

"Afraid, ha! Of you? That's funny. Why would I be afraid of a druggie?"

"Wow Ali, is that all you can use against me? At least I know when I need help and got treated unlike you. You lie to people's face about changing while being a two-faced bitch! I must say your multitasking skills are high though."

"Oh go fuck off and steal your sister boyfriends" I yell.

"Go run off and continue being rosewoods slut and liar. Like anyone even believed the story you told anyway." she chuckles.

"Guys, that's enough. Just cut it out." Aria and Hanna try to calm us down.

"Alison, you don't have to stay for dinner." my mom tells me.

"Thank you" I smile.

"But I do want you home at 8:45, we have so much to share with you all. I hope you can handle that maturely."

"8:45? What am I 5?"

"Listen to your mother, Alison." Peter tells me as he enters the room.

I groan, "Fine, I'll be here at 8:45." I say while walking out of the house.

UGHHHH!