The Macarena

There were lots of things Aria had seen Ezra do that she didn't think were possible. She had seen him publish a novel, get so drunk he fell out of bed in the middle of the night and proceeded to sleep on the floor, cry at dirty dancing and get down on one knee. But there was one thing that Aria was sure Ezra would never do, the Macarena.

When they got back together they were in the time of their lives when it seemed they had a wedding to attend every weekend; friends, far off cousins, it seemed like everyone was getting hitched including them. At each wedding that summer Ezra would perform the dance to YMCA with glee, he'd cha-cha slide with the best of them, and you just try and stop him from doing the hustle. However the one dance he always sat out was the Macarena.

His reluctance to dance the Macarena irked Aria to no end. Was he scared of it? She wondered one day while doing the dishes. Did his lack of hand eye coordination hinder him from dancing this party classic? She'd asked him once, when discussing their wedding playlist, why he didn't dance the Macarena.

"But why don't?" she bugged, throwing her pen across the table.

"I just don't do the Macarena." Ezra shrugged, trying not to laugh at her frustration.

"Mark my words Ezra Fitz, I will get you to dance the Macarena!" She proclaimed, a wild determined glint shining in her eyes.

Ezra snorted, "You can try Aria but you will never succeed."

And try she did. Every time she would add the Macarena to their wedding playlist, she would come home to find he'd taken it off. This cycle continued for a few weeks, until Aria realised it was futile and she needed to bring in the big guns. Hardy was surprised to receive her call, but he found it extremely amusing none the less.

"So let me get this straight," Hardy paused trying to understand the situation, "You want me to abuse my power as best man and switch your first dance from Unchained Melody to the Macarena?"

"Yes!" Aria replied with no hesitation.

"And you're sure you won't regret this in twenty years when you look back on your wedding?"

"Absolutely not."

"Well who am I to pass up an opportunity to mess with Ezra? Consider it done."

And so the crisp autumn day came and Aria and Ezra finally tied the knot. The ceremony was seamless, the dress was stunning and the cake was sublime. Hardy performed his best man speech flawlessly, with little embarrassment for the happy couple. He raised a toast and invited the newlyweds onto the dancefloor. As Aria passed he gave her a subtle wink and she knew the plan was ago. They took their positon on the floor and the music started. Ezra gave Aria a look that was full of love and amusement.

Aria took his hand, "Ezra Fitz will you please do the Macarena with me?"

Ezra nodded his head and joined her in their alternative first dance. The wedding congregation joined the floor and Spencer, Emily, Mona, Alison and Hanna couldn't help but giggle at the sight of their old teacher doing the Macarena.

The music faded into their original first dance song and the floor became scarce as the guests stood back to watch the duo twirl around the floor. Ezra pulled Aria close into him to whisper in her ear.

"That was a funny trick, bravo." Ezra congratulated.

"Don't give me all the credit," She giggled high on champagne, "I had some help."

"It wouldn't be from my best man and former best friend would it?"

"Maybe." She paused, "I'll tell you if you tell me your problem with the Macarena!"

Ezra laughed and hugged her tighter, "I don't have a problem with the Macarena I just have a bad Macarena experience."

Aria looked up at him with her big hazel eyes, awaiting his explanation.

Ezra sighed, he hated not being able to resist Aria, "It was my senior prom, I was enthusiastically dancing the Macarena and I turned around and fell right into the punch bowl."

Aria threw her head back as a melodic laugh left her throat, "You fell in the punch bowl?"

Ezra nodded his cheeks blushing ever so slightly, "Ever since then I've just convinced myself if I were to do the Macarena again something bad would happen."

"And now after doing the Macarena with your wife, on your wedding day, with nothing bad happening, how do you feel?" Aria asked, smiling at his innocence.

Ezra placed a stray strand of hair behind her ear, "I feel incredibly foolish, for sitting out all those Macarena dances, when I could have been dancing them with you."