Something I never knew? My mind started spinning trying to figure out what she was trying to tell me. But I couldn't figure it out. I felt a little hurt that there was something that she had obviously been hiding from me. I mean, I thought we were closer than that, I really thought we had no secrets. She seemed so serious, she seemed afraid. Those couldn't be good signs, right?

Before I knew it, I felt the hot tears rolling down my cheek, and I hadn't even heard what Spencer had to say yet, but then, was she even going to tell me? It's been a few minutes, and she hasn't moved, hasn't spoken. Was it really that bad?

"Please don't cry, baby," Spencer begged earnestly. She tried to wipe away the tears, but I pushed her away. She looked hurt, and I wanted to take it back. I didn't want to be the one who caused that pained look in her face.

It was too late though. Spencer got up and walked away.

I looked down at my feet, unable to move, unable to chase after her like I knew I should, like I wanted to. I mentally kicked myself for pushing her away, for all I know she could have been about to tell me that she'd gotten a B on a math test in seventh grade or something like that, which would actually be a big deal to a member of the Hastings family.

God, Aria, what are you doing? You love her! Whatever it is, you can get through it!

But what if it's something big, something we can't work through? Like, what if she cheated on me? What if she's got some disease and she's only got six months to live?

This is Spencer we're talking about! She would never cheat, especially on you! And if she'd known she was dying, you'd have been one of the first to know!

I was pulled out my reverie, my silent argument with myself, by the sound of what I could only assume was an angel's song. It was so tender, so beautiful, it must have been written by or at least being played by an angel, right?

My head snapped up to see Spencer sitting at the piano, her hands playing the notes as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and despite the fact that I'd never seen Spencer sit in front of a piano, let alone play one, it was completely natural, as though I'd seen it a hundred times. Her hands moved with such grace, each note ringing of perfection, though you'd expect nothing less from Spencer.

She played for several minutes, leaving me entranced. So many thoughts were running through my mind. How come she never told me about this? How could I just not have known? How long has she been playing? She's so amazing. I wonder what this song is. It sounds so beautiful.

I was awestruck. I imagine my mouth must have been gaping. When Spencer finished the song, she walked back to the couch and sat down next to me. She took my hands in hers, holding them gently, waiting for some reaction from me.

"Wow," was all I could say.

I saw the smile creep up on her face.

"You like it?" she asked, "I call it 'Dream Come True' because that's what every day with you is, my dream come true."

"Wait, you wrote that?" I asked. "When did you?"

Spencer squeezed my hands, "I started writing it when I got home the night you told me you were in love with me. I just finished polishing it the other day."

"You…you wrote that for me?" I asked, not seeming to comprehend my own words. I just couldn't imagine anyone writing anything for me. It just didn't make sense, I was just another teenage girl.

"My music is for you and only you, baby," Spencer said, "You might say you're my muse."

Spencer grinned at me.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked. I wasn't angry that she hadn't told me, and even the hurt that she'd hidden something from me was mostly gone now. Now, I was curious.

"I started playing as a way to let out my emotions when I couldn't tell you how I felt," Spencer explained, "I didn't know how to tell you without telling you how I felt."

"How did I get so insanely lucky?" I asked Spencer. It was meant to be a rhetorical question, but I seriously didn't know how I'd managed to get her. I mean, falling in love with Spencer was natural. She's so amazing that anybody would fall in love with her, but that she loved me back still blew my mind.

"I'm the lucky one," Spencer argued.

I rolled my eyes, before pulling her closer to me.

"I love you so much, Spencer," I whispered to her before kissing her tenderly.

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It's amazing how everyone's mind seemed to go straight for the worst things you could think of (Aria's included)

Sorry, I didn't finish the date, but I promise I will in the next chapter.

A/N: This story is officially ON HIATUS while I focus on my novel. I will be continuing this story and my other stories after I've made major progress on my novel, so don't fret, it's not over yet.

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