Title: I want it all.
Summary: -
Authors Note: I'm so so so sorry! I'm on holidays now, so I have two weeks to write but I also have only two weeks to do a bunch of homework, catch up on T.V. shows, read and meet up with friends. The updates will probably stay around the same. I'm terrible, horrible! I also apologize for the lack of spoby at the moment.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
"How, how do you know this?"
The words echo around in his head, filling up every empty space.
How?
He closes his eyes and gently picks up his phone from off of the coffee table.
He opens his eyes, finds the message and then passes his phone to Spencer.
It could be a lie, a false fact but he believes it.
He hears a sigh emit out of Spencer's mouth, feels her arms wrap around his body, his head goes limp, resting on her shoulder.
"Do you believe this?" She finally asks, her voice no higher than a whisper.
"It makes sense, Spence." He breathes, he pulls away from Spencer, jumping up. His hands fall to the coffee table, he pushes them around trying to find a piece of paper, documents fly on to the ground. No one says anything as he retrieves a pile of notes from Radley. He thrusts them towards Spencer.
"See, it doesn't make sense! Nothing makes sense, she was happy that day. She was ready to come home. You said so yourself, she couldn't of jumped out of that window. She had to of been-" His words are jumbled together in a mess, tears welling in his eyes as he looks at Spencer. He needs her to believe him. Once again, her arms are wrapping around him. She loops them around his neck and presses her lips against his cheek, she can taste the salty tears and it hurts.
It hurts because they need answers.
It hurts because their lives weren't supposed to be like this.
It hurts because she loves him.
"I believe you." She states.
She does, she means it, she believes him. The suicide was dodgy, evidence leaves them to suggest that she didn't jump.
"What did her doctor say again?" She asks, brown eyes meeting blue.
Toby pauses, the answers lingering on the tip of his tongue.
The doctor was crazy yet he mentioned something that could be of help yet that something was a someone and that someone sounded a lot like Alison DiLaurentis.
"He, uh, he mentioned something about her staying away from a blonde girl. Something to do with evil," His eyes drop to the floor, because he knows it was Alison. It couldn't of been anyone else. Blonde, check. Girl, check. Evil, check.
And, she knew his mother.
The two of them, they grew up together.
Basically.
"You don't think he was talking about Ali do you?" Spencer whispers, eyes looking around the room, waiting for the blonde to pop up out of no where. Toby slowly nods his head.
"Yeah, I have a feeling he was talking about Alison."
And he can't explain why, or how he knows it was Alison.
He doesn't want to have to delve into his past with her.
Best friends. Jealousy. Rumors. A stolen kiss. Or two.
They had made a promise, a pact. Hadn't they?
"Oh god." He hears Spencer mumble.
Because it wasn't hard to believe that Alison would cause trouble. That she could have something to do with his mother's death, even without knowing the fact that she knew his mum.
"What does that even mean? Her staying away from Alison?" Spencer ponders aloud. Toby shrugs his shoulders, sitting back down next to Spencer.
"Maybe we can just forget about it for a few minutes?" Toby suggests before planting his lips down onto Spencer's, her hands fly up to the back of his neck as she responds.
"I like that idea," She breathes into his mouth.
"Aria?" Hanna asks, stepping inside the girls room.
Aria's curled up in a ball atop of her bed, tissues thrown around her.
And Hanna's heart breaks.
Emily's behind her, Alison's behind Emily.
"Hey," Aria greets, weakly. She lifts her body up into a sitting position, forces a smile to stretch across her face.
Because everything is going to be okay.
Because everything has been over with Ezra for a long time.
Because it's not the end of the world.
Because Mona could be lying.
Because her life doesn't revolve around Ezra Fitz.
"How are you feeling?" Emily asks, sitting down on the end of her bed.
Hanna flops down onto the bed as well, pushing Aria's legs away from her.
Alison stands awkwardly in the door way observing the scene.
This wasn't her, awkward, out of place.
She should be flipping her hair back, saying something mean, rolling her eyes-
"As good as I'll ever feel," Aria replies breaking Alison out of her daydream and then Aria's eyes are meeting Alison's and words are slipping out of the brunette's mouth, "You know Ezra, right?" She asks and Alison goes weak in the knees.
Of course they would tell her.
Alison lets out a cruel laugh, shaking her head, blonde hair flying everywhere.
"No. He just looked like somebody I used to knew," She lies.
And strange looks are thrown her way but she ignores it as she sits down next to Aria, whispering things about how he isn't worth it, and how it doesn't matter.
Spencer arrives less than twenty minutes later and the sleepover commences.
"Do you remember when you were hit by a car and A signed your cast?" Aria asks Hanna, a teasing edge to her voice because who could forget that. Who could forget anything that they'd been through. Hanna lets out a laugh and hits Aria's leg with a pillow.
And even though she wasn't here and she had missed out on a lot of these memories, Alison laughs along, throwing her head back and clutching her chest. In a way she hadn't done since she was seven years old, even when she was 'alive' and they were friends she hadn't been like this.
"Do you remember that time when Alison tripped over a stone while we were walking home from school and she started crying," Emily manages to get out in between laughs.
And the memory comes flashing back to them all because it was a rare sight to see Alison DiLaurentis cry. The five of them had just become friends and in the process Alison had managed to lose Toby. The girls didn't know about the latter, they didn't know that was what she was really crying over. And she wouldn't tell them, not now, not ever. She would refrain from telling Spencer everything she was going to spill earlier on in the day.
So Alison laughs along, rolling her eyes.
"Somethings different about you," Aria states later, once the sun is on the horizon of arising. "I think I like you better now," Aria mumbles as she drifts off to sleep.
And the fact that her friends like her better now hurts just a little.
And it also makes her heart soar with happiness.
Her eyelids flutter close, her eyelashes resting on her cheeks, her mouth set upwards in a small smile.
She'll learn to be Alison again, but maybe she doesn't want to go back to that Alison. The bitchy, controlling, Alison. Maybe she wants to be a new Alison, one that has friends that actually like her.
She visits the state of unconsciousness, deciding that it's too late (or too early) to be thinking about such trivial matters.
Aria, Hanna, Emily and Spencer are awake before Alison.
Aria gives Alison a light shove, sending the blonde into a fit of shrieks.
"Isn't it a bit too early?" She snaps at Aria, crossing her arms across her chest.
The smaller brunette ignores her, "I'm over this whole Ezra drama." She states.
And smiles and hugs and laughs and claps are exchanged and are thrown around the room.
"Yay!" Hanna exclaims, launching herself onto Aria.
"I think this calls for celebrating," Alison's voice interrupts a small speech Hanna had been previously making.
Yet nobody complains as the five of them get ready and head off towards The Brew.
"Are we gonna talk?" Spencer asks Alison in a hushed whisper, their arms looped together.
Alison shrugs her shoulders as she pushes open the door to The Brew and steps inside, a fresh blast of air conditioning hitting the girls as they make their way inside. Alison would have to come up with something, anything, to tell Spencer.
"Later." The blonde harshly snaps back before going off to order coffee's and croissants.
They sit down at a table, each girl dying to ask Aria the million dollar question: How, why, when? But she beats them all to it, answering before anybody can even utter a single syllable.
"He's not worth my time. So what if he betrayed me, we aren't together and I shouldn't be all misery and mopey. It hurts, it'll always hurt but why should I waste my time with feeling this awful?"
"I'm proud of you," Spencer tells her breaking the silence that had engulfed them. A smile spreads across Aria's face, a 'thanks, that means a lot.' tumbling out of her mouth.
A\N: Sorry for this being so short!