AN: Hi there! It's me again! :)

Well, first, I want you all know how thankful I am for having such supportive friends like you guys. Seriously, how could you be this awesome? Tell me, I swear it'll be our secret. *wink*

Second, I have nothing much to say about this chapter. It's pretty short compare with the wait but I still hope you could enjoy it. Things happen for reasons and I think the things in next chapter have reasons in this one. Sounds mysterious? Just kidding, nothing so special! :))

This is just one little thing I want to share. At first when I got the idea of the story, I tended to make it 10 chapters long. And now here we are, chapter 8 and seemed like nothing "interesting" happened yet. How terrible of a person I am!

Moving on! I got a couple questions of last chapter but I could only answer one because the other's answers are in future's chapters.

To inesd, yes I do love Paris. A lot. How do you know? It was supposed to be a secret. ;) Quick question, when you wrote "chapiter", did you mean "chapter"? If then, I think it's cute. I don't know why but yeah. It's cute. *whisper* just silly me being silly. (I really enjoy our weekly talks)

To a guest who is my "biggest fan", I love you more than you love me. :)

Thank all of you again for the supporting. I know, I know. It sounds more boring after each one but I love to say it. Next time you don't need to read but you should know this "Thank you" part will always be there.

Forgive me for any mistake I made. Tell me and I'll fix it. Thank you.

You love Spemily and I love you.

Pretty Little Liars is not mine. If it's mine, you'll know. (Full of Spemily of course)

P/S: Have you watched PLL 515? Spemily and empanadas. Couldn't be cuter!

It was Sunday and as usual, our lovebirds spent their whole day at home and did stuffs they loved. Emily had decided to drop her dream of becoming a writer for a while. She wanted to wait for her muses find their ways and reached her mind, her heart or her soul, whatever. The girl always chose what made her happy and comfortable. Apparently, forcing yourself to dig out some ideas from your brain wasn't a nice gesture for your own good. Plus, Spencer had told her, she would have great thoughts while herself at its best condition.

The couple was now in the living room. Our coffee shop owner was reading a book. And for the first time, the book on her hands wasn't Spencer's. It was Ezra's. Aria had passed by a few days ago and brought Emily her husband's newest publish. If it wasn't because she had had to leave soon and begin her new trip, the artist would have stayed a couple of days and bragged proudly about the love of her life. Being friend with Emily had been one of Aria's most favorite milestones since the tanned girl always was a good listener and understanding.

Anyway, the dark brown eyes girl was way appealed by her gift that she missed a pair of eyes from the other side of the couch was staring longingly at her. Well, actually, at her lips. Spencer was in trouble. Since the writer had admitted she had feeling for Emily to herself, everything the girl did was always so distracting. The way her eyes looked so focus that it created a small pucker near her right eyebrow. The way her face slightly cocked to her left when she didn't get the words. The way her mouth opened just a little to allow a smirk that always started from her left mouth corner when she found something funny or sarcastic. The way she licked her lips when she was about to turn to another page. The way she looked confused at her right now when she caught the brunet's eyes on her.

"What are you staring at?"

Spencer was absentminded at the situation. Her eyes were still lingering somewhere near Emily's lips. The light brown eyes girl heard the question but absolutely gave no effort to function the answer. Breathing out a heavy sigh, Spencer spoke nonchalantly while her eyes remained unchanged their stare at that certain position.

"We should kiss."

"What? Why?" The coffee shop owner hitched, blushing. At time like this, she really hated herself for being an easily get blushes person. The writer would have a good explanation for any "seems sexual" offer she said but Emily always blushed before trying to act normal.

Hearing Emily's protested tone, the brunet was immediately back to their conversation. It just had only one problem. She didn't realize what she just had said. The writer asked gushily, started to sweat, feeling in trouble already.

"What did I just say?"

"You said we should kiss." Emily narrowed her eyes, turned full attention to Spencer, her face was all of suspicious.

The light brown eyes got her answer but obviously didn't seem so satisfied with it. All she could know now that she just dug a hole for herself and have to get out as soon as possible. Spencer broke her gaze with Emily's face, looking down at the phone in her hand, trying hard to figure out some excuses. Luckily, an email was sent to her phone exactly that moment. Smiling, Spencer regained her gesture and looked up back at the tanned girl, put on her calm face.

"You know, like practice. Of course only if you want to."

"Practice for what?" The coffee shop owner raised her voice, still didn't know what was going on in the older girl's mind.

"Remember I sang for you in that bar a week ago?" Received a nod from Emily, she continued. "Some people filmed that moment and published it on the internet. It becomes viral and, well, we've gotten an invitation to an interview next Wednesday. And by "we", I mean you and me. You're invited too."

"So… What's that have to do with you and I practice kissing?" Emily asked, seemed a bit uneasy. Frankly, Spencer singing was the only thing she could remember that night. Everything was a blur after that and the writer didn't reveal any information. That was one of the reason that the "singing night" topic made Emily suspected anything since that time.

"We're a couple, right? I'm afraid they will make us play some games or do some activities that eventually might involve "normal couple" stuffs. You know, like hugging, kissing. We can hug perfectly but kiss, not so well. The one at the wedding was pretty awkward and kisses like that would get us into trouble. So I suggest the idea of practice kissing. What do you say?"

Spencer reasoned convincingly, it was like she had planned it for years and today was her time to shine with her speech. She didn't enticed Emily to kiss her though. She just happened to know this was the best way that could get her out of her hole. Half of her mind wanted Emily to say no and the other half wish that the girl would say yes. Spencer secretly held her breath and hoped Emily wouldn't be so naïve and fall into her "accidentally turned out as a trap" suggestion but at the same time praising herself for creating the best plan that had a slight chance to kiss the girl.

When did I turn into such a perv?

On the other side of the couch, Emily was cracking with the process of her brain. Sure the reason Spencer just gave her was really convincible. She had never been to an interview before. Well, she actually had been to several of them with Hanna but she only stayed at the back stage, silently encouraged her best friend. But if she had been on stage with Hanna, it would be easy because the blonde was really her beloved best friend. She didn't have to lie a thing. Conversely, Spencer wasn't her wife. She wasn't Spencer's wife. What they had was fake. It would be so hard to lie and try to act normal in front of lots of audiences. Practicing could be a good plan. Like a rehearsal. That way, things might get easier for her when the time had come. She didn't want her little mistakes or awkwardness ruined Spencer's plan.

The tanned girl's brain had almost done with its function then some thoughts found its way to haunt her mind. If she agreed, they would practice like, right now. They would kiss like, right now. She would kiss Spencer like, right now. She would come closer to Spencer than ever. Their face would just be inches away. She could feel Spencer's hand caressed her cheeks. She could feel Spencer's breath on her lips. And eventually, she could know what Spencer taste like. Emily's heartbeat fastened as her little fantasy kept going. Her palms sweated and all of a sudden the room got hotter without reasons. She couldn't handle this pressure. She wanted the kiss but she didn't want herself to want the kiss. What if she like it? No, she couldn't like it. She tried her best to lead herself figure that she didn't have feeling for Spencer. Liking the kiss might make things got ugly. She shouldn't kiss the writer. She had a weird feeling that she was going to love it. Not like it. Love it. She shouldn't agree. Yes, she shouldn't.

"I think I'll pass. We're gonna be fine. We can say no if we don't want to. I think they won't be so hard on their guests. Besides, since we've just gotten married, they might curious about our life more than publish our love gestures. For me, discussing answers like we did before the wedding is more important. I'm not a good liar and tend to be dumbfounded when I'm stuck. We should focus on changing that." Emily explained, had no idea how she could come up with those lines and speak smoothly without hesitating. She got the point though. They would care more about the famous writer daily life since all the events Spencer had been lately just revolved her books and new projects.

At this point, the light brown eyes girl didn't know she should be cheerful or disappointed. Emily didn't fell into her trap. She nicely avoided her offer. On one hand, she successfully crawled out of her hole. Emily didn't showed any suspicious reaction. Maybe because she was so busy to find a way to talk herself out of the writer's suggestion. Yeah, maybe that. But she said nothing about they wouldn't kiss in the future. Let's take that as a hint then. Spencer took a really, really brief moment to glace back at Emily's lips then looked up to her eyes again.

"You're right. We should start discussing how to answer some potential questions now."

As the tanned girl nodded and standing up to take out some papers from the table, Spencer's eyes following her regretfully.

I still think we should kiss.

"Hey, how are you?"

"I'm fine, Hanna. You don't have to call me immediately after you got off the plane, you know?"

"Em, how many time have you seen me do anything that I "have to do" in our friendship? Or in my life?"

"Well, none."

"Then next time don't say that again, okay?"

"Okay."

"I'm a bit worry. This whole week is a mess and I couldn't even have time to wash my hair. If it wasn't because of Caleb, I would never hear the news."

"What news?" The brunette asked, playing dumb.

"Drop it, Emily. You know what I'm talking about."

"I can feel you rolled your eyes from here."

"I did. You know me so well. I tend to roll my eyes when… Stop changing the topic. I'm serious." The blonde responded, her blood was boiling with her concern. Then she realized she was supposed to be gentle with the topic they were going to talk about. The girl's voice softened instantly. "How are you, really?"

"As I said, I'm fine. I mean why wouldn't I be? I'm married and I'm really happy with my life right now. Spencer is caring and loving and gentle and more. You know, I've never felt this safe before. I love this feeling. I'm not sure if it could last forever but I'm pretty sure that this is what I want now." Emily replied to her best friend but somehow it seemed like she was talking to herself. Like that was what her thoughts were. Like she wasn't lying about her marriage. Well, maybe she didn't lie at all. "This is what I want. Not Alison."

There was a long silence on the other side of the phone. Since the "Alison incident" happened, Emily had never been comfortable while telling about it. She always said that she was fine but her voice usually had hints of sadness, misery and broken. Hanna knew the girl too well to let any smallest sign out of her eyes or ears. But this time, her tone was calm, her words was strong, her speech was fluency. And especially when it came to Spencer, the dark brown eyes girl used the famous "Emily's in love" voice that only the blue eyes girl could recognize. It sounded so… smitten. Well, of course she was in love. She was a married woman. It still surprised Hanna then. Sure the writer was her best friend's wife but last time she visited them, Emily didn't have this voice with her. It was like the coffee shop owner was in love with the writer more each day.

Good job, Hastings. Bonus fifty points.

Smiling with the thoughts, the fashion designer decided to catch this chance to let Emily open more about her feelings. The blue eyes girl knew that it would be better if her best friend spoke out her problem than bottled up everything. She herself was extremely mad when Caleb had showed her Alison's interview and pretty close to throw his phone to the pool near her. Imagined how mad Emily could be in that moment.

"So… How do you feel? You know, she said she wanted to take you back." The girl questioned quietly, afraid that Emily could pull up her guard.

To her surprises, the coffee shop owner faked a chuckle, spoke firmly.

"Yeah, not gonna happen. She went away for her dream and I didn't blame her for that. Frankly, I more than anyone encouraged her to follow her acting career. It's just that I thought we could have another solution. Together. But she left. She figured it out by herself and didn't care a bit about me. Then now she's back and she said she "let" me go. Yeah, right. Just like the way she "let" me be alone, the way she "let" me pay for her debt, the way she almost "let" people take my shop." Her tone was full of sarcasm.

Finding a hint of angry in Emily was an event that barely happened through Hanna's life. She was always the "forgiving one". The fashion designer jumped in.

"Yeah, you should pray every day that I won't meet her in the future. Things is going to get ugly for her."

The dark brown eyes girl smiled, she knew she would always have Hanna supported her through ups and downs.

"Thanks, Han. You're the best."

"Yeah, yeah. I know I'm awesome. No need to praise me." The blonde laughed loudly. "Oh, I just remember, how did you pay for your debt? I mean Ali's debt."

"Spencer paid for me." Emily replied quickly.

"I'm not allowed to pay for you and you let Spencer do that? Oh gosh, I'm gonna lose my best friend. No, no. Someone please stops her." Hanna acted exaggeratedly, holding her heart though Emily couldn't see it.

"Oh, c'mon." Emily laughed through her phone. "You know I don't like receiving favors from others. Plus, you give me your trust, your support, your love. I owe you so much and I don't want to be a burden to you. And yes, I would be a burden if I let you pay so don't argue with me on this."

"Okay then. But you have to pay for my trust, my support and my loveeeeee. Remember? You're stuck with me forever."

As they both enjoyed their moment, Hanna settled to comment inappropriately Emily's decision.

"It's like you sold yourself to save the coffee shop. What? Is there such thing like "Marriage contract" or rules? It would be like a movie. Haha."

The tanned girl was glad that her best friend couldn't see her face right now. If she did, she could easily tell there was something wrong, there was someone had been lying.

You have no idea.

"Ha – ha. Funny. Anyway, will you be free this weekend?" Emily asked, trying hard to calm her voice and change the subject.

"No, honey. I'm fucking expensive. All the time." The blonde chuckled with her own joke, continued. "Yeah, I'm always free for you. Why?"

"Good. We have things to do and it's a secret."

Spencer stepped out of her car, slammed the door close. She murmured under her breath, grumbling to herself.

"Out of every store near the house, she would have chosen the one that took an hour from home to buy popovers. You could have cooked it yourself, Emily. You're obviously not bad at it. Now seven at night, you wanted to eat some and asked me to get them for you. Not that I don't want to, at least you should have come with me. But noooo. You let me go alone because "I have to go shopping with Hanna". Ugh. And why have you been with Hanna a lot lately? Whenever you're not home, you definitely told me "I'm with Hanna". And…" The writer stopped her rambling, looked up at the store's sign. "This doesn't look like a place that sells popovers."

Curious, caution, the writer opened the wood door, slowly walked inside. The place was dark and seemed like there was nobody there at the moment. Spencer took a look at her surroundings. This was absolutely not a popover's store. It was more like a coffee shop but somehow the table was put as side, leaving a big space in the middle of the store. Feeling a bit uneasy, Spencer raised her voice.

"Hello, any body's there?"

No answers were spoken. As the light brown eyes girl moved closer to the room, the light suddenly turned on.

"Surpriseeeeeeee!"

Came out of nowhere was, well, everybody. Aria, Hanna, Emily and Toby with her crew. Plus, Veronica was there, Peter was there and even Melissa's family was there. They were all around her now with all the cheerful on their faces.

"Happy birthday, Spencer." Peter said, looked proudly at his daughter.

Our writer was speechless. She hadn't celebrated her birthday for five years. Not even with Aria and Toby. Every year when the day had come, she would receive a small gift from her tiny best friend and a message from her manager. For her, this day just was other day of a year. It was like the sun had to rise every morning. No need to put any effort on it. Besides, after Wren had left, there weren't anything to cheer on, to be happy about. Year by year, the girl went from acting nonchalantly about it to forgetting she had a day of birth.

Spencer was surprised. Sure she was surprised because she had completely forgotten her birthday but she was more astonished to see her family was here. They had never said a word on her special day since she was just a fifteen years old girl. She knew their relationship had improved from the visiting day of her mom and sister but she didn't know they could drop any case they were working on and come all the way just to share a few hours on this party.

Receiving a couple pairs of expecting eyes, the light brown eyes girl knew she should say something in return. And because of the shock, the girl took a briefly glance at Peter, stuttered.

"Tha…Thank you."

"Oh, don't thank me. It's Emily. She prepared all of this and called us when there's nothing left to help." The father replied joyfully, never broke eyes contact with his daughter.

The writer looking up when she heard the mention of her favorite person just to find a man in her crew turned off some lights in the room, leaving enough lights to see each other face. A familiar singing voice slowly found its way through the crowd while everyone stepped as side for Emily came in with a cake on her hand. The room joined her song, clapped their hands, smiling at Spencer.

"Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you!..."

There were tears in the light brown eyes girl's eyes. Who knows she could be that emotional, huh? Aria immediately pulled her best friend to her arms. The tiny girl knew too well this was the first birthday Spencer had with all of the people she loved. She was glad that her friend now could move on from that jerk and probably had changed the life she had led already. Whilst Aria pulling the writer back, Hanna whispered softly.

"Make a wish."

Spencer turned back, facing the cake in Emily's hand. There were two candles on it which spelled "30". The small fire on those candles lighting up the room. Everything was lighter. Everyone was visible. But somehow, the only person Spencer could see clearly was the one who was holding the cake. Her eyes was glowing, her smile was shining. In dark and light, the girl was still gorgeous. Even the shadow wanted to favorize every curve on her face. It was like Spencer was contemplating a famous artist's masterpiece. This was what she had been waiting though she never admitted that she had waited. This was that she wanted to wish for. A life with the girl in front of her. For real. Forever. No more wishes for getting As on tests. No more wishes for beating Melissa. No more wishes for successful career. For the first time in her life, Spencer knew that this wish was for herself, for her happy ending. This couldn't wait any longer. She had to tell Emily as soon as possible. Tonight seemed to be a good opportunity for that. Yeah, tonight.

Inhaled deeply, the writer closed her eyes for a brief moment then opened up, blew off the candles. A determinate look covered her face, a triumphant grin stretched a line on her lips. Tonight had to be the night.

All the guests enjoyed their time while dance music was playing loud enough in the background. After giving Spencer her presents, Aria had been soon dragged to the middle of the room by Hanna. There was no way the fashion designer could miss a change to dance with her favorite kind of music. Meanwhile, Emily was checking foods and drinks to make sure everything was perfect. Hanna yelled across the room.

"Emily! C'mon, join us. Look how fun I have." Her voice caught most of the guests' attentions. They turned around to see a blonde who was trying every dance move she knew in her entire life. The moonwalk, the sprinkler, the goose's neck or worse, the milking cows.

The coffee shop owner shook her head, bit her lips in order to keep her laugh in. She couldn't believe Hanna had successfully talked Aria to join her in this silly yet adorable activity.

"Hey." Spencer interrupted the girl's amusement.

"Hey."

"Do you… wanna, you know, dance?"

"You mean like Hanna?" Emily asked, raising her eyebrow.

"No, no. Like normal people. Not that she's not normal. I mean… okay she's not normal. But not that normal in normal. I didn't say she's crazy. Damn it I shouldn't have even mentioned that. I mean… um. I gotta go."

The writer stepped backward, starting to leave but being stopped by the younger girl's hand. Smiling, Emily tried to calm the sudden nervous writer.

"I get it. She's extraordinary. And yes, I would love to dance."

Spencer's eyes brightened immediately. They joined the dance floor and began some simple moves then the song unexpectedly changed to a slow one. Well, of course the song had to change because the DJ was no one different but our manager Toby.

Taking a long moment to look at each other, our couple felt a little awkward by this situation. On the other hand, Spencer knew that this might be her chance to tell Emily her feeling. She had decided to say this tonight and she should finish what she had planned. The older girl stepped forward, using her left hand to hold Emily's whilst the other gently putting on the girl's hip, pulled the dark brown eyes girl closer.

Realizing what was happening, the tanned girl protested.

"Spencer, I can't."

"You don't want to dance with me?" Her voice seemed quite broken.

"I…"

"No, no. It's okay."

The writer ducked her head, avoiding eyes contact, loosened her hold on the girl's hand. Emily grabbed Spencer's hand back instantly made the older girl looked up, her face puzzled. It was Emily's turn to duck her head, the poor girl whispering under her breath. Her voice was like a weakest wind but somehow the light brown eyes girl managed to hear clearly every single word.

"I… I want to dance with you. But, I… I don't know how to… um… dance."

Spencer was beaming, grinning, smiling. Yeah, any kind of that. It was ridiculous for Spencer to smile like an idiot just because of a simple reason. Taking too long of her time to enjoy the dancing of joy on her lips, the older girl forgot to respond. As Emily looking up to find some of that, Spencer immediately bit her lips to hide her idiotic beam. Regained her gesture, calming her voice, Spencer replied.

"Don't worry. I'll show you, you just need to follow my lead. Okay?"

"Okay."

The light brown eyes girl's hand were still holding Emily's hand but this time with more confident. She raised her favorite person's left hand to place on her shoulder then put her hand back to the girl's hip. She started to lead Emily on their first dance around the room. It seemed like everybody had moved back to witness one of the best scenes of this party. Though eyes were on our lovebirds but they couldn't care less. Their eyes were full of image of each other. There was no room for anyone else.

The song began to slow down, Emily putting her chin on Spencer's shoulder, smiling. She knew the moment couldn't last forever but it was a shame if she didn't make the most of this feeling. Right before she could wish for time to stop, the song ended. Emily leaned back, facing the writer. Her eyes said that she had so many things to tell but her lips remained unchanged.

Spencer was captured by the moment. She knew it. It was the time.

"Emily, I…"

"Oh, I almost forgot. I have present for you."

The coffee shop owner cut Spencer's speech without purpose, shoved her hand in her dress's pocket. She taking out a small wood box, gave it to the birthday girl, gestured for her to open it.

Inside the box was a necklace. What so special about this necklace was its pendant. It was an approximate five centimeter long and a centimeter wide piece of wood which was cut perfectly into a rectangular shape. One side, there was "Spencer Hastings" engraved beautifully on it while the other side had "Smiling Star". As Emily picking it out, she explained.

"I was going to buy you something expensive but I changed my mind. Before you hate it, let me finish my presentation." She grinned whilst Spencer patiently waiting, making no effort to react anytime soon. "See, this is apple wood. It has your name on it because, well, it's yours. About "Smiling Star", I like it when you smile. I mean you barely have a real smile on your face but when you do, it's more than beautiful. It's like seeing a star in a dark night. When you smile, you'll look like a star. The brightest one. I know you don't like cheesy but it fits you really well."

The necklace was more than beautiful and all those wonderful words which had left Emily's lips hit Spencer. Hard. She had to say it. Now.

"Emily, I…"

"Oh, I bet you're gonna ask about the apple wood. Well, I feel like people recently have been reckless with their emotion, their feeling, their love. I mean all of the special events, they usually choose something like diamond, gold, silver… you know, things that are kind of unbreakable to be presents for someone they care about. Then I have the feeling they act like their relationships are unbreakable too. They don't nurture it carefully. They don't take care of it often like before. They are wrong. Nothing is unbreakable. I choose apple wood because it's easily broken. The owner has to be careful with it, to cosset it every day. Just like the way they have to treat with their emotion, feeling and love. I hope giving this one will remind you that you should take good care of it just like you take good care of your relationships. Of yourself. Emotions are supposed to show, even just to your closest friends, not to hide behind your "cruel mask". It's not good for you."

Emily was praising herself. She had successfully translated a speech of apple wood which was about a love story into something like a simple present of "someone they care about". Or she just assumed that she had nailed it. She knew her presentation wasn't that good. She knew that she was also the one who had been covering her real emotion behind a "happy mask". But the meaning was all she cared about. It was so beautiful to her. And though there were several hints and kind of weird details in her speech but she got Spencer dumbfounded.

Oh my, I forgot about our writer. Just minutes ago, she determined to admit her feeling but right now, she wasn't sure about it. Emily was right. People treated their relationships carelessly these day. They had to be gently with it. Spencer had to be gently with it. She shouldn't just go ahead and say it. She had to prepare something. Something serious. Something scrupulous. Something… Spencer.

"You…still hate it?"

"How can I hate something from you?"

"Can you say that again? The music is a little loud."

"It's the best present I've ever had. I love it."

And you.

But I can wait.

Not for long.

Not for long.

AN: Tell me what you think?