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This is a Twilight and Pretty Little Liar's crossover. Normal pairings - all human. It's a little OOC, some harsh language.

Disclaimer-I do NOT own ANYTHING of Twilight OR Pretty Little Liar's-this is all Stephenie Meyer and Sara Shepard's.

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Bonjour mes petits jolis

Hello my little pretties.

I would like to thank all of you for your support through-out the baby days of my story all the way to it's latest chapter.

Now our precious-story Pretty Little Liars is coming to a chapter-close. And I had so much fun writing it, that I don't want to end it. So girlies (unless there's a bu-oyyy),

I was thinking of continuing a sequel!

I'm not 100% sure yet. But it's definitely a possibility.

I mean by the end of this story you will find out things you've -longed for. But after all that's pushed aside, I was thinking of basing the sequel

on the 5th book of Pretty Little Liars Wicked. There will be a.

Whole.

New.

Everything.

New- secrets, new- drama, and shall I say it -the deaths of our beloved characters.

But that's only if you guys agree to a sequel. So the faster you cast in your opinions through reviews, the quicker I can start

either writing a sequel - or continuing a new story. KISSES! ~A

Now just to remind you girls (buoy?) that, OF COURSE. I will update the last few chapters of this story, and you WILL find out who and what was the cause of all this chaos for our three

favourite girls. But by the last chapter -not everything will be solved. I mean tell me you want more creepily-delicious-notes as much as I want to write them? I had an OUTRAGIOUSLY fun time

writing this story, and am SYCHED to write a sequel. Some of you have reviewed and gave a thumbs up. So i was wondering weather you would like one too? Than PLEASE review. -ArikaCullen

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Chapter 21- Accept the unexpected.

Alice rapidly shot up towards Rosalie, when suddenly the door was pushed open.

And rolling in came Lauren.

Four years –four years since they've last seen her. Four years their secret's been safe –but now someone knows, and she's not afraid of telling.

Lauren looked toward her right, and saw Bella in the bed. And screamed. She flailed her arms, and her voice pitched higher and higher, until Mr. Hot-nurse tried calming her.

Bella's eyes were wide –with horror. Rosalie and Alice's eyes were also wide staring at Lauren. They both saw her arms flying, her frantic cries, her wide black-eye lined eyes, whitened teeth, straight-ironed, fake blonde newly cut hair, and large intake of breaths.

But what Alice and Rosalie didn't see was the blue ring –Blaire's favourite blue ring. The one she got for her twelfth birthday, the one that was specially designed for her, the one she wore only for special occasions, and the one she wore the day of her disappearance.

And Bella saw it. The one on Lauren's right index finger, the one that was slightly rusted, the one that Bella knew Lauren wanted. She, Blaire, and everyone else knew Lauren wanted to be exactly like Blaire.

So Lauren bought her own dollar-store brand ring just like hers, four years ago –but it was green. Blaire confronted her, and told her it was a fashion faux-pas, being last season's colour, which didn't mesh with Lauren's brown Vera Wang spring coat –the same one Blaire threw out the previous season.

But Blaire would never throw away her favourite ring, never.

And knowing that Lauren had it –was scary. Blaire wore it the night she disappeared. And how would Lauren have it –did she have something to do with Blaire that night? Were they secret best friends? Did they have some secret club together? Did Lauren kill her?

How did she even have the ring?

And than Bella saw it, she saw Lauren turn around and look her straight in the eye, and smirk. Lauren saw her she saw her staring at the ring –and knew what she was thinking.

The only thing is –Alice and Rosalie were oblivious to the whole exchange.

But Bella would think of a way to tell them later –after she thought things through.

Like –isn't it weird that Lauren got her teeth whitened? Her hair straight-ironed, dyed, and cut, why was she even wearing make-up? As a patient in a hospital it seemed –suspicious. Things like that were not needed when you wouldn't see anyone in the hospital.

Bella looked at her friends, and than back to Lauren who settled in the bed beside hers. When the shock finally came, she started breathing heavily, her eyes widening, her mouth hung in a horror struck expression. While her body shook.

Lauren –Lauren is here, she is in the room beside me. The girl who I helped run over, the girl who I helped tease and torment, the one who used to Love Blaire, adore her, worship her, praise her, stalk her. She had her ring, the one she wore the night she disappeared, and she looked less than sick –she looked good, she looked like Blaire.

Suddenly one certain set of words hit Bella like a bullet, I'll show up when you least expect it.

B's note –somewhere in Bella's head clicked. But than everything went black.

"She's only going through shock, which is only likely if she is worried, more importantly about something personal." Came a voice –Dr. Cullen's voice to be exact.

"Oh dear –did she hear about Blaire's funeral? Maybe she's shocked that they're already going to have it in a week or so." Esme's worried voice asked.

"Yah., somehow it slipped and w-we, told her thah-tha," Alice trailed off stuttering. "Blaire's funeral is going to be held soon." Rosalie finished lying for her, Bella heard Alice sigh in relief.

"Well it must come as a shock to know that your best friend's funeral will be held soon." Dr. Cullen agreed, "Oh, well here Esme, I would like to talk to you privately about some files I'd like to run over with you ah-about, uh, Bella." And suddenly Bella heard the door close shut.

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