AN: Hi there! It's me again. Like usual, I have something to share with you guys.
English is not my first language so I might have made a lot of mistakes in this. Forgive me, please? Oh and you can tell me where was I wrong so I can try and fix it. It's all for your eyes though. :)
I want to thank all of every one who spend your time to read my pieces and review. I smile like an idiot. I hope the story got better for all of you. Thank you. Again.
Last but not least, if you're here, it means you love Spemily. And that's why I love you. A lot.
Pretty Little Liars is not mine. If it's mine, you'll know. (Full of Spemily of course)
P/S: The promo of PLL 5B kills me!
Emily didn't know what was going on in the writer head. That question was totally irrelevant to what had happened earlier. And the way Spencer said it made her felt a little frustrated like Spencer commanded her to do that. Plus, she was still bitter about the romantic thing. She mocked:
- Um… I know you hate romance but is that supposed to be a proposal? Because if that is, I have to say no. – Raising an eyebrow, the tanned girl spoke with a sarcastic tone.
Spencer rolled her eyes and was about to speak but Toby decided to join the conversation. He looked at Emily through the reflection in the mirror.
- Oh, so you're Mrs. Hastings? The person Spencer's gonna marry in the next two months? – His tone was light. He was interested by the situation.
- Shut up Toby.
- Sorry about that. She's a little grumpy this morning. Maybe every morning. – Besides whispering the last part, Emily sincerely apologized, she knew she was one of the reasons Spencer snapped at this guy.
- It's okay. I'm used to it. I'm Toby Cavanaugh. Spencer's manager. You can call me Toby. – Toby grinned while introducing himself.
- Emily Fields. You can call me Emily. I'm a coffee shop owner. And no, I'm not Mrs. Hastings – Emily responded with a smile, emphasized the Hastings part.
Toby chuckled. He was slightly delighted by Emily. The manager felt like he had known her for a long time and they could be good friends in the future. He saw their connection already. He also saw something different about the dark brown eyes girl. Different was good. He liked different.
Working with Spencer for a long time, he had never seen anyone had the gut to mock Spencer or say no to her. And her "I hate romance" secret was actually… a secret. Nobody other than the crew and everyone who were closed to her knew that. That secret would affect her fans a lot. Toby knew Emily was special. He knew that this tanned girl would change his beloved friend who was also a writer someday. Not that he hated anything about Spencer. She was perfect the way she is. But the painful past took away most of her feelings about love. The only love she could feel for right now is writing. He wanted his friend to be happy. Maybe Emily could make his friend happy. He felt happy by Emily already. She was so loveable.
This will be interesting.
Smiling to himself with the thought of it, Toby didn't realize he was receiving a deathful glare from Spencer. Apparently, Toby and Emily was sharing a warming smile with each other for the past two minutes. Luckily the road was empty though. But more importantly, nobody cared the writer was there. Spencer cleared her throat to catch Emily and Toby's attentions.
- We'll talk in my house. We're almost there and Toby, you're burning a hole in her face. Stop staring and focus on the road. – Spencer spoke lightly the part which was supposed to be heard by Emily while yelling the last part for her manager.
- Okay okay! Gee, she's yours. I get it – Toby replied while turning the wheel to enter Spencer's villa gate.
Both Emily and Spencer were about to protest what Toby had said but he soon exited the car to open the door for them.
- I will bring your car back by tonight. Enjoy your talk, Spencer. – He winked at her.
Spencer led the dark brown eyes girl to her house just to be stopped by Toby's voice.
- EM! Goodbye. Can't wait to see you again. – He yelled out from the window car with a wide smile that could crack his face.
- Bye Tobes. – Emily waved back.
The writer rolled her eyes.
They called each other by nicknames already.
The girls entered the house and as Spencer acted nonchalantly about her majestic villa, Emily taking her time to admire every centimeter of her surroundings. The place was big. Really big but they knew how to use all of those spaces. The first impression was black and white are decisive colors. State of the art feeling covered the living room. Besides the table and chairs for guests in the center of the room, the bookshelf inserted nicely under the stair space and a long desk which turned to look outside through the glasses walls that replaced the normal brick wall brought a peaceful look to the room. Everything was nice but the one thing that made the dark brown eyes girl laid her eyes on was a white piano put across the guests table. You can see the owner of the piano really appreciated it. From the numbers written on it, Emily knew this piano was made seven years ago but it still had this shiny cover and the frets were perfectly white.
- You play? – The tanned girl asked, didn't know she just said that out loud.
- Yeah, but I stopped a long time ago after I… Never mind. – Spencer was pouring water into two cups, almost spilled her life story to a girl she just met.
The feeling of Emily around her made the writer felt comfortable. She felt like she can tell the girl everything without being judged even though that girl just managed to mad at her for hating romantic people.
Emily was curious about what Spencer had said but she decided to put it down and turn back to the real reason they were here at first. Sitting across Spencer on the guest's chairs, she spoke:
- Why do I have to marry you?
The coffee shop owner's voice cut Spencer's thought but led to another thought. She needed to marry someone in two months and she didn't want that person was someone she knew too much. She could marry Andrew but that wasn't fair for him. He was her friend and he deserved someone who truly loved him, truly cared about him. Since Veronica only said that Spencer had to marry someone. Someone. She didn't force her to anyone particular. Emily would be perfect. She needed money. This was like an exchange in the market. If she married Emily, she wouldn't have to care about her truly. By that, she wouldn't feel guilty for not loving her partner. Plus, this would shut Melissa up about her life. Marrying the girl meant she also joined the LGBT community and supported them. She had been supporting them for a long time but action speaks loader than words. They could divorce after six months and Veronica wouldn't say anything to force her "already heartbroken" daughter to marry again. Emily would get the money. Spencer would get to solve her "two months" problem. This was a win – win agreement.
- Spencer? Spence. – Spencer had been spacing out for five minutes and the look on her face was determined. Emily didn't know she should interrupt or not so she chose to speak softly.
Deeping in thought, the sound of her nickname came from an angelic voice brought Spencer back to reality. She locked eyes with the dark brown eyes girl for a moment.
Your voice… It's beautiful.
Spencer shook her head and cleared her throat.
- Look. I know you hate me now and I don't like you either. But you need money and I need to marry someone in two months. I will pay for your debt, all you have to do is marry me for at most six months. After that, we're back to normal. You don't have to even say hi to me if we meet again.
- Do you realize how insane that sound? How can you marry someone you just met? How can you marry someone you don't love? It's a waste of time do you know that? I'm not gonna be a part of this crazy plan of yours. – Emily furrowed her eyebrows, the softly voice was gone and replaced by a harshly one.
- Honey. I believe you have no choice. Your deadline is tomorrow. You have three options. One, you will lose your coffee shop. Two, you will spend a night with those disgusting men. And three, you will marry me and keep your shop. Plus, I'll give you extra money at the end so you can follow whatever your dreams are. – Spencer smirked the whole time. She thought she knew Emily already. The girl was so readable. There was no way Emily would say no to this, to her. Not again.
- But… - Emily spoke before she even thought about it but no word coming out. After a minute, she knew Spencer was right. She hated that Spencer was right but she really had no choice. She sighed and put her face in her palm, slowly arched backward to lean on the seatback.
- That's a yes then? – Spencer asked, the winning smile never left her face.
- Yes. But I don't have to love you right? I don't think I can. – The dark brown eyes girl responded. Her face acted hopeless but there was a hint of playful tone in her voice.
Spencer rolled her eyes. Today she rolled her eyes a lot. She stood up to take the laptop which was on the bookshelf and walked over to sit next to Emily. The writer opened it and started to type the first line. Emily read:
- "Marriage Contract".
The light brown eyes girl took a brief moment to look at the coffee shop owner before turning back to the screen. Spencer started typing again, faster. Her fingers flying over the keys. Emily couldn't help but admiring the scene in front of her. Spencer Hastings was writing. Not exactly writing some of her work but the scene could be count like the others. Her eyes brighten after each word, the determination written all over her face and she licked her lips when she knew there was a good part coming up. In her wildest dream, the tanned girl had never dreamt of one day she could sit this close to her favorite writer and watch her doing her work. If Spencer didn't crash her own image this morning, this day would be the happiest day of Emily. Realizing she was staring for too long, Emily stood up and wandered around the room. At that moment, she noticed there was this feeling that she had felt from the time she walked in and just came to identify what that was.
Lonely.
How could a girl like Spencer wanted to spend her time alone in this place? With a look like that and her talent, the writer would have had a lot of friends or even lovers. Sure she was not the type of romance but there was people who don't mind that. Earning a numerous of money and doing the job you love but had no one to share was something sad, something compassionate.
- Done.
Spencer's voice echoed behind her back. Emily turned around to come and sit at where she was before.
- Read it. Especially the rules. After you agree everything, we'll sign this and start own show tomorrow. – Spencer spoke again, gesturing Emily to read the laptop's screen.
- Rule number one: "Nobody is allowed to know about this contract except us." – Emily read out loud, thinking for a moment – Can I at least tell my best friend Hanna? I tell her everything and I really don't want to keep any secret from her. – The dark brown eyes girl explained to Spencer but also to herself.
Hanna was her best friend since kindergarten. Even though they were busy with their own things but they would find time to meet each other at least once a week and also be there for their best friends when there was some milestones happened in their life. Though the last two months Hanna was going on her business trip, she always kept in touch with Emily and told her everything had happened to her on the trip. Everything. Hiding secrets didn't keep them close, it torn them apart. They had learnt it in such a young age.
- No, you can't. It's too dangerous for others to know. My plan may be ruined if someone know this is just a show. – Spencer immediately denied Emily's wish.
- But Toby knows about this. He heard you while you asking me this morning. – The owner protested, tried to find some right for her best friend.
- He's my manager. Of course he can know about this. Plus, I didn't and I won't tell my best friend Aria. – The writer put the girl's opinion down again.
Emily blinked, raising eyebrows, her coming up question came right out before she tried to stop her mouth.
- You have a friend? A best friend? – Realizing what she just had said, the owner looked anywhere but Spencer.
The light brown eyes girl froze, processing what she had just heard, narrowed her eyes, she spoke:
- What do you mean by that?
- Not…thing! Nothing. Give me that. – Emily regained her gesture and took the laptop on Spencer's hands to distract the girl.
- "As long as they are related to Spencer Hastings's public activities, Emily Fields has to do whatever Spencer wants". Well I want to disagree to the "whatever Spencer wants" but I know you don't want to crush your fans dreams like you did with mine so yay for you. – The owner agreed with a sarcastic tone.
Spencer rolled her eyes. Again. She needed to find a new pair of eyes if she stayed with this girl longer.
- "No physical contacts allowed". Ha. Like I want to do anything to you. – Emily grinned to herself, starting to feel amused by all this situation.
- Be careful honey. I am irresistible. – Spencer winked at Emily. Also feeling something new had been started in her life.
A light blush crossed Emily's face. She looked back and tried to focus on the screen again. Spencer noticed that, couldn't help but put a genuine smile on her lips.
Cute.
Damn it.
This's gonna be a long six months.
After arguing and fixing some articles and rules on the contract, they finally singed it. Tomorrow would be their first day as fiancées. After they got married, Emily kept her job as a coffee shop owner but by the end of the day, she had to come back to her new house. Spencer's house. By this, they could play their show and Emily could still keep working at the place she loves. They were so absorbed into the contract to notice it was darkened outside and they hadn't had anything to eat since that exhausted morning.
Emily volunteered to make dinner. She walked into the kitchen to know that this one must be the best kitchen she had ever seen. Full of tools, nice decorated but barely touched by the house's owner. Good thing the light brown eyes girl had an amazing manager who fulfilled her fridge with every kind of common food. Not wanting to waste this beautiful kitchen, the dark brown eyes girl decided to cook a delicious meal for two and also her mother famous – popovers. As Emily was cooking, the writer felt a feeling of joy in her stomach. Living alone for a long time had changed her ideal about dinner. Dinner was just a time that your body felt the need to interrupt whatever you was doing and asked for food. Food was just something you eat just to satisfy the body's demand. The view in front of the writer gave her the feeling of something familiar. Like home. Yes, she felt like home in her own house. Maybe they should be friends after this. The girl wasn't that bad of a human being.
- Can I ask you a question? – Emily spoke, still facing Spencer with her back.
Spencer hummed, half – minded at the thought, waiting for Emily to continue.
- Why don't you have that rule? The one that says you can't have feeling for your partner in six months. I mean not that I concern but I watched films and at situation like this, that rule is important. It makes this whole thing more… professional. You know. I'm just curious. – She was actually curious. Maybe she shouldn't have watched that much of films.
Staying quiet for a while, her eyes fixed at somewhere outside the window. Spencer responded softly:
- That can't be a rule. No one is capable of control their feeling. It hurts sometimes if you try to control it. Your mind knows it's wrong but your heart still chooses to be wrong. It's something unpredictable. Love is something unpredictable.
The atmosphere in the kitchen got heavier. Spencer was somewhere else but not in this room. Emily tried to light up the conversation.
- And you said you hate romance. – She chuckled while saying this.
The writer didn't reply. Her mind wandered to the past and decided to stay there for a while no matter how hurt Spencer could feel. Something bothered the light brown eyes girl and Emily knew that. She knew there were things about Spencer that she hadn't discovered yet. She thought she should fix that. She had six months ahead to fix that. Just for science though. Lied. You couldn't bear when someone was hurt and you wouldn't do anything about it. It was okay to admit it, Emily.
- Thanks. – Emily changed the subject.
- For what? – Spencer finally came back to our planet.
- For not being an asshole and leaving me this morning even though I had pulled my "crazy fan" on over you. – Emily turned her back to see the writer.
Spencer remained silent, flicked her eyes back to the window.
- Sorry – Emily spoke again.
- For what?
- For being an asshole and judging you this morning even though I know nothing about you and don't have the right to do it. – Emily looked at her hands, feeling guilty for what she had felt for the writer earlier today.
- Well, you're gonna be my wife soon so you'll have the right to do it. – Spencer smirked, replied with a playful tone. Her mood had been lighten up a little.
The dark brown eyes girl laugh at Spencer's joke. The writer smiled back. They were now sharing that warming smile which Emily and Toby had shared in the car. Feeling the tension thickened in the air, Spencer broke the silent:
- I'm hungry! Serve me food, wife!
Emily shook her head, responded before turned back to bring the meal she had been cooking for an hour.
- Coming right up, wife!
As they were ready to eat, Spencer raised her glass of wine:
- To us, to our six months. Tomorrow will be better. Cheer!
- Cheers! – Emily nodded, clinked her glass with Spencer's
Yes. Tomorrow will be better.
Tomorrow will be different.
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