AN: Hi there! I'm late, again! I'm sorry.

Well as an excuse, I was sick. Headache - not so serious. I just couldn't focus for too long.

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After a good ten minutes of staring contest, the tension in the room getting thicker with every breath anyone presented took. Sitting across from the girls, Spencer and Emily didn't dare to say a word. There were guns in the best friends' eyes and we all knew that was not a good sign to raise your voice first.

Another long moment and Aria dropped it. Sighing, the tiny girl broke the tension, her voice sounded less angry than her eyes.

"Spencer, please tell me this's just a joke you prepared to tease us."

Feeling guilty more than ever, the writer whispered, completely avoided eyes contact with her best friend.

"I'm sorry, Aria. It's not."

The moment those words left the writer's lips, you could see there was something broken in the artist's eyes. Her face was grimacing with the mixes of emotions. She was angry. Of course she was angry. Spencer had been lying to her since day one. Since the day she announced she had found the love of her life. All of this was a lie. Probably the biggest lie the tiny girl had ever heard in her entire life. And how ironic! The lie was come from Spencer. The lie was come from her best friend. The lie was come from someone she trusted the most. She was angry at Spencer but she was angry at herself more. She didn't have a clue. She – the writer best friend and obviously the only one who understood the light brown eyes girl the most didn't see any hint of a lie for five months. For freaking five months. She should have known about this in those first two month when they had been preparing the wedding. Hell, she should have known about this in the day Spencer told her. How could she be that naïve? How could someone like Spencer could find the love of her life while her heart was still a big mess not long ago? How could she be so indifferent about her best friend's life? She wasn't a good friend. A good friend would care more about their beloved friends than taking time to brag about their husband.

Aria was angry. Everyone knew that. But she was also broken. She was also sad. Because if the marriage was fake then Spencer still didn't change. Spencer was still the girl with the painful past. Spencer was still the girl loved to hide her emotions. Spencer was not… Spencer. Spencer wasn't healed. She hadn't moved on. The artist thought her best friend had completely moved on with all the signs at that birthday. The artist thought her best friend had moved on with Emily. Oh, Emily. What a shame! She really loved Emily. The girl was a good listener. The way she looked at you when you talked gave you the courage to continue even besides her, nobody cared. Was she really that wrong? Did she read those signs wrong? Spencer did look happy when she was with Emily. How could the writer act that well? She even acted when no one was looking at them.

The thoughts kept attacking Aria mind and gave no sign to stop. She didn't know what she should think. She didn't know what she should say. All she knew was this was a lie and Spencer was still that miserable girl. She knew only that two things and none of them seemed not to break her heart. Tears was already in her eyes and prepared to roll down, her lips moving to talk. The girl stuttered.

"So… this's really a… a lie? Why… y did you do this?"

Spencer stood up, about to walk to Aria's side to comfort her tiny best friend.

"Aria, I can exp…"

"Sit! Down!"

Hanna's voice raised for the second time of the night, immediately stopped the light brown eyes girl's movement. The blonde glared deathly at Emily's "fake wife". And yes, if look could kill, Emily would probably be a widow by now. As the fashion designer reached out her hand and placed gently on Aria's as an act of comfort, the writer slowly sat down at her seat. She knew now that there were two things she was scared of. Zombies and an angry Hanna.

The blonde's eyes left Spencer, turned full attention to Emily. Hanna of course was mad. Emily had never lied to her. Never. But not like Aria, Hanna wasn't so mad about it. She knew too well that everything the tanned girl did always came with a reason. And always a good one. There was no way her best friend could lie to her because of some stupid reasons. Especially with serious thing like marriage. Hanna knew for sure that all these months the coffee shop owner just lied about her marriage. Only the marriage was fake. And that worried her. Why? Because she only lied about the things written on papers, not the things in her heart. Not her feeling. The dark brown eyes girl didn't lie about her feeling. Hanna knew Emily was really in love with Spencer. She knew that. There was no doubt about that. Because nothing was more obvious than an "in love" Emily. Nothing. The blue eyes girl was afraid that if Emily's feeling was real and the marriage was fake, the girl would be hurt so bad when things ended. Her best friend would be hurt so bad if Spencer didn't return the feeling. The thought of Spencer hurting her sweet Emily angered her. Plus, she now also wanted to know the explanation from her friend. In a moment of anger, her tone got harsher, her voice got louder and she forgot she was about to talk to Emily. The girl demanded.

"EMILY! TALK!"

The coffee shop owner hitched, almost jumped at the sound, instantly avoided eyes contact with the fashion designer. She had never seen Hanna be this angry before. Not even when she told her she had dated Alison – the mean girl. Not even when she told her about the plan of going away and dropping the coffee shop. Not even when she kept tracing Ali's foot after she left for months. Never. She knew this time she had reached Hanna's limit. Though she wanted to say something to ease the girl, to at least make this thing sound… less wrong than it was, to make her be less wrong than she was, she had nothing. What could she say? She had lied. What could make that sound less wrong? She was actually a big fat liar and nothing could save her reputation right now. The girl remained silent.

On the other hand, seeing Emily's reaction made Hanna regret immediately. She didn't mean to scare the tanned girl. She never meant to scare her. She was just so angry and lost her control in a moment. As Hanna was about to approach her best friend to reassure that she wasn't that mad at her, Spencer instinctively pulled Emily into her arms in an instant, covering the girl, spoke loudly.

"What are you doing? You scare her. Back off!"

Okay, I love protective Spencer. Probably Hanna and Aria would love it too. Of course if only they hadn't known anything about the contract. Now, Spencer's action just made the situation more complicated than it was. Our incredible writer was receiving two puzzled looks from the best friends. And if you looked closely, you could read from those eyes "I'm angry but confused at the same time".

Though she was confused but Aria's eyes brightened. There it was again. There it was that sign she was thinking about again. Why did Spencer have to act anymore? They all knew about the contract. There was no reason for her to pretend being a good wife and protecting Emily. Maybe she didn't read those sign wrong. Maybe Spencer actually had some feelings for Emily. Maybe her best friend was healed. Maybe she had moved on.

Next to her, the fashion designer was amused by the scene. She tried hard to hide her mischievous smile. Even though just seconds ago she was feeling bad for yelling at Emily, the girl was now more into the situation. Looked like Spencer had some potential that could return her best friend's feeling. Looked like Spencer was not going to hurt her best friend. Looked like her best friend was not going to be hurt. If then, there was nothing to be mad about. Okay she could be mad at the lying thing but like usual, like every single second in her life, like every day since the day she had become Emily's best friend, all she could care about was Emily's happiness. Even just the thought of that could easily make her forget and forgive any mistake the tanned girl had made. She could forgive Emily but Spencer needed some punishments. Because obviously it had to be the writer who talked Emily to join this stupid idea. Though apparently this led to the happy ending the coffee shop owner had been waiting for, Hanna had to do something to the light brown eyes girl. Spencer had made Emily lie to her. Spencer had made Emily turn her back on her. Yes, she needed to be punished.

Exchanging a brief knowing look with Aria, the blonde continued her steps toward the tanned girl. She raised her voice.

"Really Spencer? Really? You think I'm gonna hurt MY Emily?" Emphasized the "my" part on purpose, the fashion designer held Emily's hand, linked their fingers together, looking directly at Spencer, spoke again. "If there's someone I'm gonna hit in this room, it's definitely you. Now move, take your hands off of MY Emily, go sit with Aria."

Hesitating for a moment, the light brown eyes girl eventually did what be told, feeling awkward for sitting next to the artist but didn't know where to start her explanation.

Hanna still holding hand with the dark brown eyes girl, figured she should say sorry for her anger earlier.

"Em, for the yelling minutes ago, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I'm not really that mad at you I just…"

"No, no. It's okay. It's my fault. You have all the rights to be angry. I lied to you in the first place. I was wrong but please hear my explanation first. I…"

Using her index finger to put on the tanned girl's lips, Hanna stopped Emily's explanation. She would be going to hear that but not now. She had to punish Spencer first. Looking into Emily's eyes, put on her serious face, raised her hand to caress the girl's cheek, the blonde asked.

"Do you trust me?"

"Ye… yeah."

"Good. Stay still."

With that, Hanna slowly leaned in closer to Emily. And at the movement, you could tell she was going to kiss her best friend. On the girl's lips. Emily froze at her spot, didn't have a clue what was going on. As those lips getting closer each microsecond, Spencer getting more frustrated. The incredible writer couldn't control herself anymore, she snapped.

"STOP! Hanna, what the hell are you doing?"

Keeping her close distance with Emily, the blue eyes girl replied nonchalantly.

"What does it look like I am doing? I'm gonna kiss Emily.

Finished her talk, Hanna continued to complete the rest way to reach her beloved best friend's lips. As they were about to touch, Spencer yanked Emily to her side, said angrily.

"No, you can't. She's mine. And why you do you want to kiss her?"

"No, she's not. You got married by contract, remember? You've gotten worse memory than I thought. I kiss whom I love whenever I want. Now give her back to me so I can finish the kiss."

"No way. You're just allowed to kiss her cheeks. The only one who has the permission to kiss her lips is me. Spencer Hastings."

"Why are you allowed to kiss Emily?"

"Because I love her."

"Ah ha! Got cha! Emily, you heard that? She loves you. She does love you."

Hanna jumped up in excitement, her grin cracked her face, totally entertained by the new discovery. The girl thought she had successfully treated Spencer to fall into her "confession" trap. She was happy. Happier than happy. This time, the coffee shop owner officially found the love of her life. The real one. Besides, seeing the protective Spencer while it came to Emily did amaze her a lot. She almost wanted to bonus a hundred points for the light brown eyes girl. Almost. The contract thing was still not forgivable.

To her surprises, the coffee shop owner didn't seem like she heard that for the first time. Of course, because she had heard that three times of the night and Spencer just made it turn to four. That reminded her, she hadn't said those three magical words back. Yeah, magical words. Emily loved to call those words like that. You took less than three seconds to say the sentence that could take your lifetime to figure out. That was why Emily loved it. She felt lucky. She felt lucky because she didn't have to wait for so long to hear those words. She didn't have to take her lifetime to want to say those words for someone again. She knew Spencer was that someone. Spencer was the only one that from now on she would love to say those words to. So she said it. Her first magical words. For Spencer.

The tanned girl smiling, her eyes turned to the girl who was now looking lost at the moment, linking their arms, responded softly.

"I know. And I love her, too." Taking her time to look lovingly at the light brown eyes girl, Emily continued. "I love you, Spencer Hastings."

The older girl almost melted on the floor after hearing that. Her grin took over her lips and seemed to be about to reach her eyes. Our lovely couple was now exchanging the look that no matter if you was single or taken, you would still be jealous. Extremely jealous. But apparently, Hanna and Aria weren't effected by that look. They were more effected by the things that were going on and obviously still didn't figure it out clearly. Sensing the clueless written all over the best friends' faces, Spencer gestured Hanna to go back to her seat which was next to Aria whilst the writer and Emily sat back to where they were at the beginning. Still having the dark brown eyes girl's arm in her, Spencer started.

"I guess you have a lot of questions but I blame you, Hanna. If you let me explain, we probably would get to the part where Aria forgive me already."

"What give you the impression that I'm gonna forgive you?" The artist asked, her voice had no sign of anger, almost in a playful tone.

"C'mon, we're team Sparia. You can't be mad at me forever." The writer pleaded, knew for sure she would have Aria's forgiveness eventually.

The tiny girl was speechless. Since the moment Spencer had joined the love train of Wren, Aria never heard that legend name left the writer's lips. Wren had made the light brown eyes girl be so into their love story to not care about anything beside that. And Aria was "anything beside that". That jerk had turned Spencer's life into a world which just involved him in order to complete his plan easily. After that monster broke Spencer's heart, the writer had totally shut everybody out. Everybody. No chances for her friends to help her recover. No chances for the artist to try and heal her. And yes, no chances for Sparia. This was like Spencer was born again, like Spencer had risen from the ashes. An old yet new Spencer was sitting in front of her. That half part of team Sparia was speaking like those horrible years had never happened, like she had never left the tiny girl side. Aria knew it. Her beloved best friend had been healed. Though she wanted to be mad but she failed. Spencer's happy ending was more important. Plus, "Sparia" was like the writer's code or spell she loved to use when she was in trouble with Aria while they were young. Spencer earned it. Aria's forgiveness.

Whilst the artist was beaming with the thoughts of the old – new Spencer and their good memories, the blonde raised her voice, getting more cheerful with each word.

"Wait a minute! I want a cool name like that. Em, we should have couple name. What do you think? I'm thinking something like Hemily. Oh, wait. It sounds weird. Ah ha! Got it! Hannily! We're Hannily. Get it? Hanna and Emily. Han – ni – ly. We're team Hannily. Oh my God this's so cool. It's like you're my other half and we stick together which obviously are all true. Brilliant. Brilliant, Hanna. I'm definitely gonna tell Caleb. And my mom. And my grandma. And…"

Aw, there she is. My lovely Hanna Marin, the one without her scary side. You could tell that Spencer was happy with this Hanna though. She wasn't so annoyed with the girl's rambling anymore. Between two sides of the blue eyes girl, she would totally go for this side. The scary side scared her. A lot.

Even though everyone was enjoying the usual mood Hanna had brought, the writer had to start the main part of their conversation. She interrupted.

"Hanna, as much as I want to hear more, I believe you also want to hear from us too. So…"

"Okay, spill it, Hastings." The girl jumped in before Spencer could finish.

"The marriage's fake. Well, was fake. I started it to avoid an arrangement marriage of my mom and, you know, for my reputation at the Hastings's meetings. Emily joined me because she needed money to keep her coffee shop. I accidentally passed by her place right at the time she was forced to pay her debt with "another payment". I paid her debt and she became my wife for six months. That was a nice plan which could possibly end well, if. If I didn't have feeling for Emily. I don't want to end this. I want her to be my wife for real. It took me a long time but I finally admitted it and settled to confess my feeling for her. Tonight. And I'm happy." The writer glanced over at the tanned girl, placed her hand on the girl's arm, smiling. "Because she has feeling for me, too. Because she loves me, just like the way I love her."

Couldn't keep her coldness any longer, the blue eyes girl's lips took control of her mind.

"Awwww… I… mean… Prove it!"

"What?"

"Prove that you're not lying. Prove that you love each other."

"Ooookay! How?"

"Kiss. Duh! C'mon. If you really love her, this kiss will be completely different from the one we saw at the wedding."

Looking at the other girls for a really long time, they decided to roll with it. That was their fault from the beginning and well, a kiss was just a really small part of things they had to pay for that enormous lie. And they kissed. The kiss started really awkward because no one would love to kiss when the audiences were staring like they were contemplating a masterpiece in a museum. But the audiences weren't disappointed though. After the "masterpiece"'s lips touch, it was like they had drifted to their land. The kiss was slow but got heated in a blink. Spencer's hand which was caring Emily's cheek slowly moved to her neck and pulled her closer. And it was a little weird for a shy girl like Emily totally forgot the best friends' eyes to wrap her arms around the writer's neck when she acknowledged the older girl's effort of getting closer and probably melting together. No signs of stopping. And I don't mind. But it was a shame though because apparently they hadn't invented something that kept your breaths while you was kissing. They stopped, as slow as the start, still forgot they had companies on the other side of the table. Smiling to each other, they didn't turn around until Aria cleared her throat.

They turned around. Not much to see, just a usual tiny best friend and a jaw dropped fashion designer. Yeah, not much. Aria raised her hand under Hanna's chin and closed the girl's mouth, waved several times in front of her face in the hope of getting the girl back to our planet. The artist spoke singingly.

"Hellooo, is Hanna there? Woo hoo?"

The blonde blinked, gulped.

"Ye… yeah. I… I just thought the kiss would be hot. I didn't expect to see "this" hot. I mean really, really hot. I… can you two do that again? Just once more."

Both Aria and Emily yelled.

"HANNA!"

The light brown eyes girl narrowed her eyes.

"Are you sure you're not gay? That sounds pretty gay to me."

"You really don't know me that well. I'm always a little gay for Emily."

"HANNA!" Okay, all three girls joined their voices, that was a sign to stop, Hanna.

"Okay, okay! Geez, I'm just telling the truth."

Aria settled to drive to conversation back to the real topic and of course as far as possible from the kiss. The blonde didn't seem to let it go easily if they kept talking about it.

"Anyway, so that means you're together? No separate after six months?"

"Yeah, no separate. I'm so sorry for lying all this time. We'll do everything to gain you girls' trusts back. Everything. You don't have to forgive us right now. We know we don't deserve it but we'll try our best. We're truly sorry." The coffee shop owner said for the first time about this topic, her face was full of regret.

"I'm sorry, too. Really. I understand if you're still mad but I'm sorry."

Exchanged another knowing look, the best friends smiled.

"I lost it at the "Sparia" part."

"You have our trusts all the time, don't be stress about it. But we have to get to the real thing."

Confused, all the girls asked.

"What real thing?"

"This contract, I'll keep it. I still don't have my full trust on you, Spencer Hastings. In case things don't go well, I have to make sure Emily has all the rights after that. As long as you're being nice with her, I promise this's our secret." Didn't miss a beat, didn't blink, Hanna let out the speech she had prepared since she figured out the writer had mutual feeling with her best friend.

"Hanna, you don't hav…"

"Emily, what did I say about that? Hanna Marin has never done "have to do" things." Leaving the coffee shop in her silence seat, the blue eyes girl turned to Spencer. "So, what do you say? Deal?"

Flicking her eyes between Hanna, Emily and the contract, Spencer answered confidently.

"Deal."

It was another peaceful day at wonderland. By peaceful day, I meant any day in a week. And by wonderland, I meant any place the girls had each other company. The younger girl was laying her head in Spencer's lap, book in hands, seemed like she was just doing her favorite activity in comfortable silence. It was weird though. When they started to make this relationship serious, they didn't know it could be this easy. I meant even though they had been housemate for more than three months, anything could go wrong when the girls looked closely, figured out the other's bad habits and tried to love all of that. That was one of the main things in relationships. Knowing the other had flaws but still loved them anyway. Sometimes you needed to try hard to love them like you used to at the beginning. Really hard. But it didn't work like that with our lovebirds. It was like they were made for each other. The one who loved to read and the one who loved to write. The one who loved to make everything tidy and the one who loved to see everything tidy. The one who loved to cuddle and the one who loved to be the big spoon. See? It was like a lock and its key. Things hadn't started for too long but they all knew what forever felt like. They couldn't put it into words. Just like this. Like right now. No words left anyone lips but still seemed like they read thousands beautiful poems, sang thousands merry love songs and possibly said three magical words countless times to the other.

I haven't checked Emily yet but I'm pretty sure Spencer was happy. What? No, I don't read mind. It was just so obvious. Her eyes had never left the girl in her lap and came with that, her smile had never left her face. She was admiring a rare beauty in her life without knowing she was one of the parts that made a lovely picture of definition of love. Her hand kept playing with the tanned girl's hair. Sometimes she brushed it, sometimes she tangled her fingers in it. After a while, the writer began to play with any feature on Emily's face. She drew lines at the girl's eyebrows, stroked the girl's bridge of the nose, moved her thumb gently along the girl's lips. It made the coffee shop owner smiled, looked up.

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing."

"Well then, can you stop doing "nothing", please? It's a little distracting. I can barely read a single word and I'm at this page for hours."

"I know."

Giving the writer a surprised glare, Emily grinned without noticed.

"I hate you so much."

"No, you love me."

With that, the older girl lower herself and pressed her lips on Emily's, smiling into the kiss. As they separated, the dark brown eyes girl bit her lips, a slight blushed crossed her cheeks. Okay, she was still that "easily get blushed" person.

"You should stop doing that." Spencer said before pressed another kiss on the girl's lips.

"Doing what?"

Blushing, the girl asked.

Another kiss.

"Being adorable."

Blushed.

Another kiss.

"Seriously, stop it."

"I'm not doing anything. You're the one who is doing a lot of "nothing" since the beginning."

"I'll stop if you stop being this adorable."

Emily didn't answer that. Of course she didn't. She didn't know how to reply to that. She was practically doing "nothing" as in not moving any part of her body. The process of her brain kept going and as a habit whilst thinking, she licked her lips. Yeah, I know. New reason to get new kiss.

Praising herself for discovering that new reason, pretending to be serious while trying hard to not kiss the girl, the older girl spoke.

"You know what? I'm not gonna look at your face anymore. I'll just kiss and kiss and kiss and probably both of us will die because of starving on this couch. Yeah, no more looking, no more kissing."

Finished her talk, Spencer crossed her arms in front of her chest, looked anywhere but Emily. On the other hand, sensing this teasing writer was playing again, the younger girl beamed. She didn't let Spencer win this time. The girl sat back, put both palms on the writer's cheeks, trying to turn her face to look at her, pouting.

"C'mon, look at me! Look how cute I am. Spencer, Spencerrr, Spencerrrrrrr!"

And that was how our incredible but dorky writer lost it.

Damn it.

The light brown eyes girl unfolded her arms, immediately pulled Emily in another kiss. This one was slower, hotter and longer as Emily eventually laying underneath Spencer. The kiss came to its end and their eyes reflected each other's shadow while their breaths mimicked the other unsteady rhythms. No one moved. Interesting! I wondered what was going to happen next.

Spencer sat up and helped Emily sitting back with a safety distance. Yes, nothing happened. Just like other times. It was still too soon and we all knew these dorks weren't that kind that wanted to rush anything. Especially with something precious like this. Too soon.

The light brown eyes girl linked their fingers, raised Emily's hand up to planted a kiss on the back of her hand.

"I have to go to work tomorrow. Casting things."

"You do?"

"Yeah, it'll be a little lonely and I'll miss you. A lot. So… come with me?"

Leaning in to give Spencer's cheek a kiss, the coffee shop owner whispered to her ear.

"Anywhere."

As they had talked about it the day before, today, they came to work together. At first, the writer just brought her girl with her because she would miss her favorite person like crazy and she was sure no one wanted to see her crazy side. Emily knew the reason and she was worried. She was afraid she might be a burden for Spencer in all of this professional things, this showbiz things.

Apparently, she was wrong. The casting for this movie was the biggest one ever. Since everyone had been talking about it when it had been just a tiny idea mentioned in an interview, the world expected a lot from this project. Everything had to be the best of it could be. The crew was one of the best crew. The directors were all the well – known ones. The cast must reach that level too. That was why Spencer had to be involved in this because she was the only one who understood her book the most. She would have some brilliant comments for everyone who had joined the auditions and would eventually choose the best cast. But that wasn't enough. The crew wanted to hear her fans' opinions too. And that was Emily's new job because stood out of anybody else, she was one of the biggest fans of our incredible writer.

Before the auditions started, Emily spotted Hanna was waving at her from the end of the hall. Looked like someone though said "don't have my full trust on you" but still managed to join in the fashion crew and help Spencer make a successful adapted movie.

After exchanging a few words with her blonde best friend, Emily had to go back and start her new position as a judge. Not an important judge. But yeah, still a judge.

The auditions went pretty well but they hadn't found an actress that actually fitted perfectly for the role. They wanted someone who was young, talented, passionate, new but not too new. They had to be somehow famous enough to appeal the audiences when the cast released in the future. So many ideals for a single person. It was really tough.

Time flied and at the end of today's audition, they had one name left. I know what you all are thinking.

The name was called in.

"Next, Alison DiLaurentis."

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