Disclaimer: I do not own the awesomeness that is Pretty Little Liars.
Okay, so I watched a video of Keegan Allen talking about what character he would like Toby to have a (His words, not mine) 'bromance' with and it was Ezzy! So I will respect his wish and there will be a little friendship/'bromance' with Ezzy and Tobster! Okay, I'll shut up now. Here we go!
-Aria-
Once Spencer, Hanna, Emily and I were in the hotel room we practically all collapsed.
"Ugh. Forest floor. Not a good choice. At all." Hanna groaned. We all nodded in agreement.
"So now what?" Emily asked.
"I don't know. I mean, its not like we can go back to Rosewood. They'll be there waiting." I said.
"But its not like we know what to do." Spencer said.
"Ugh. I know that Alison left us messages saying she was sorry, but honestly! What the hell? We were her friends how could she do this to us." Hanna said. We all crawled over to her.
"I know. I know. That's exactly what I was thinking." Spencer said, rubbing Hanna's arms. I think than Hanna was sure that we weren't going to laugh at her, so she burst out crying.
"I… I j… just don't get it. I k… know that Alison felt that she needed to, but why? W… We… We were her best friends, w…. why woul… would she e… ever want us dead." Hanna voice cracked on the last word.
We all gave Hanna a group hug and nodded against her skin. That was it, I started crying. Then Emily. Then even Spencer.
When we pulled away, sniffling I laughed a bit and said "Oh God look at us." We all chuckled at that.
"Come on. Lets get ourselves cleaned up." Spencer said.
"I call bathroom!" Emily shouted. I smiled. As strange as it was it felt like one of our sleepovers- familiar and comforting.
-Ezra-
When Toby and I got into the room, we took showers, slept a bit, but then finally started talking.
"How did all this begin?" I groaned.
"I don't know and I don't think I want to, but all I know is that we are now involved in it." Toby said. I chuckled to myself.
"That's for sure." I said.
Okay, once again I am so sorry all my chapters are so pathetically short. My 'smart' –cough- not really –cough- teachers split finals over like three weeks. And the ones that count for the most are this week. I was going to make this normal, but I'm OCD about schedules. I'm so so sorry. Promise that the next one (or the next couple…) shall be longer. =) =) =)
