Emily sat down on the fluffy window seat in her bedroom, holding a little bag.

Curiously, she reached into the tissue paper to pull out to find the earrings that Samara had given her earlier. Samara. Gosh, why could she not stop thinking of her?

Emily smiled, glad that she and Samara had spent time together at the festival before Paige had come. It was nice, being with her. Samara was like a child's security blanket; when Emily was around her she felt safe and abundantly happy.

The earrings were simple, but they were beautiful. At the top of each was a brown bead and below that was an oval white one.

Emily picked up her phone- there was a new text.

Can u call me? it said. It was from Paige. Emily's smile instantly dimmed, and she didn't reply, even though she honestly sort of wanted to. Her reach was automatic when she heard her phone go off a second time, indicating another text.

It felt like the world was going to come to an end for Emily when she read the message. It really felt like she had terrible butterflies- no, bats- flying around in her stomach, she was so nervous and upset.

Poor Em. You definitely have a type. Love me, lie for me. -A

Emily looked up and her eyes fell on a snow globe that Ali, her first true love, had given her. Instantly, Emily remembered that wonderful day...

~xXx~

Ali had walked into her room with a shopping bag, saying enthusiastically, "I brought you a present back from my trip!"

Emily was sitting on the bed, happily surprised and eager, but also thankful. Ali had never really got them anything before from anywhere she had gone.

"But you have to keep it a secret," Ali smiled, "I didn't bring anything back for the other girls, so if they ask about it, you have to lie. Promise?"

Emily nodded, overjoyed, her eyes alight. Ali handed her a parcel wrapped in pink tissue paper. The tissue paper crinkled as Emily undid the wrappings, revealing a hand-crafted snow globe. The wood was fine mahogany and inside the globe was a little figure of a girl, surrounded by little red flakes, which were meant to be the 'snow'.

"Its beautiful," Emily whispered in awe.

"Its vintage. My grandma gave it to me. I wanted you to have it." Ali said, glad that Em liked the gift.

Emily looked up at her. Emily had never really been sure about their friendship, but what kind of person gives you snow globes from their grandmother if they are not your friend? No, Ali definitely was sincerely her friend.

"You're the only one that really understands me, Em." Ali lies, to try and get Emily to accept the gift, "The only one that I can completely be honest with."

Emily smiles warmly at Ali, and Ali gives a sad returning smile, her gaze then shifting downward toward the bed.

"I have to go." Ali said, "I have a prior engagement."

"We'll definitely see you later, right?"

"Yeah," Ali says honestly, looking up at Emily with wide eyes.

Ali smiled seductively, "Don't have any fun without me."

Emily gives a short little laugh, and Ali turns to leave. Her hand rests on the doorway as she says, "Make sure you keep that in a safe place. Its a lot more valuable than it looks."

Ali's smile wavers, and then she walks out the door, leaving Em to stare after her.

~xXx~

Emily stares at the snow globe as a new thought forms in her mind. She stands up with the little bag and phone and walks over to the night stand next to her bed where it rests. The snow was heavier than Em had anticipated and she's surprised, when she shakes it, that it makes a rattling sound.

The felt on the bottom was loose and Emily lightly pried part of it off, trying to figure out the cause of the rattling. Much to her surprise, a key fell out of it. Emily swallowed, kind of scared to be honest, and picked the key up. #135 to Raymond Plus Storage. Her jaw tightened in fear and determination as she realized what it was; it was the key that Jenna had hired Caleb to search for in Hanna's house. They were going to find the item that they key unlocked before Jenna could.

Time for a little trip to 'one for Em and friends, zero for Jenna' land...

Spencer stood outside the enormous entryway to the Fun House at the Rosewood Founders Festival at 7 pm that night, surveying her surroundings.

The entryway to the Fun House consisted of an obnoxious clown face. Its nose was the typical clown nose; large, red and shiny. The face itself was eerie. It was mostly used by high schoolers, but some younger kids went in it every once in a while, so that they could just say they did. The building was abandoned, and because of that, they mayor had thought it would be a perfect place to hold a Fun House, but Spencer thought it was just weird.

Spencer was growing agitated as she waited, but after checking her watch, she tried to calm down, since he was only five minutes late, not fifteen like she had thought. She craned her neck, looking around this way and that for Toby. Spencer bit her lip, as people being late was one of her major pet peeves.

Suddenly, her phone beeped, and Spencer instantly took it out of her pocket. Up popped a new text message from an unknown number.

Borrowed phone. Mine died. I'm inside. -Toby

Spencer smiled, relived that he had at least had the good sense to tell her where he was, even if his phone did die. Spencer walked over to the large painted face and through the mouth, which was really the doorway, her shoes slapping down quietly on the carpet.

Inside, the walls were striped with many crazy colors, and the lighted was dim. The carpeting was the weird multied-color kind that only McDonalds would ever use- Spencer loathed that terrible fast food place- and the ceiling was a dark blue, making the twisted hallways appear even smaller than they actually were. There was so much noise; teens were screaming, high and low pitched, and the background sounds were deafening. The sound pounded through Spencer's eardrums. All the 'boo's and shouts, all the 'oooh's and shrieks, every single noise, seemed magnified to Spencer right then.

Spencer half expected a serial killer to jump out with an axe, since the whole dark atmosphere gave the Fun House a spine-chilling effect.

As teenagers raced past her with uneven footsteps, Spencer quietly walked alongside the wall with a really nauseous stomach. Her chest felt like it was shrinking with the terror, and Spencer soon walked faster, having the distinct feeling that something was wrong.

Toby would have waited outside for her if he really had been there, wouldn't he have? That was the kind of person Toby was, Spencer knew. Still, she continued on through the dark maze without stopping, anticipating the jokes that were likely to pop out at her, but she still screamed when they happened.

Lights flashed as two big plastic white hands surrounded Spencer, turning her around and making her flesh crawl. She was officially spooked, and she hadn't seen Toby yet.

"Toby?" Spencer called as she continued on through the nearly-deserted halls, looking right and left for him.

She pushed open the dark purple door closet to her, revealing an even eerier room than the one before, "You in here?" she cried.

Red sparkling curtains were drawn back, framing a clown dummy. Plastered on its face was a smile, but not an assuring smile. No, it was even creepier than the one over the entrance, and Spencer could feel goosebumps crawling up her arms. The clown had pointy teeth that gave it the appearance of a shark, and large white eyes framed by dark makeup. Its hands were large plastic gloves, just like the traditional clowns.

The clown was dressed in the typical baggy pants and shirt, but its hair was orange and wildly askew, making it look like daggers. It was bouncing up and down like a jack-in-the-box in a nightmare gone worse than horrific.

Spencer took a step backward, fear and anxiety creeping over her. Her eyes were wide with dismay and her palms were sweaty with distress. Her legs trembled as she turned a full cirle, taking in the red paint on the walls.

Words were drawn onto the walls, some typical and some... unnerving.

Ha ha ha ha ha! Ha! Ha! and Having any fun yet? were some of the common phrases the committee put up every year. But Spencer's eyes were glued to the last one in uncanny recognition.

Shut up or I'll shut you up. -A

Spencer's brown eyes widened in recognition of seeing the signature. A. He- or she- was stalking her that very minute, somehow knowing that Spencer would have come in that room and seen the message written out in sloppy, dripping handwriting.

Spencer panicked in recognition of seeing the signature, blindly sprinting to the only other doorway in the room, her heart beating unusually fast. Her breath was coming quick as she pounded and clawed on the door, trying to get it to open for the life of her.

She glanced fearfully over her shoulder, sure that someone was watching her. She could feel someone's eyes on her back, menacing.

"Toby, where are you?" She called, her sweaty hands slipping over the rounded doorway.

After what seemed like forever, it opened, and Spencer jumped inside, but it wasn't another room. It was a small, one-person tube sort of thing, which did not help Spencer's claustrophobia; it only made her more anxious.

She could hear and feel it get stuck; it sort of sounded like someone purposely jammed it. A. It has to be, doesn't it? Spencer thought in panic.

"Hello? Hello? Can somebody please help me?" Spencer pounded her fists against the door, trying to make as much noise as possible, "Hey, can somebody hear me? Help! Help! I'm stuck in the cylinder! Somebody help!"

She was sure that she was having a panic attack at this point. "Please open this!" Spencer cried again, angst setting in. She looked upward to where the small stream of light was coming in through a crack. If only she could reach it...

Spencer slumped against the side of the chute, not knowing what else to do, but she quickly straightened up again and started hitting it once more, "Hello?"

Her breath came quick and tears were running in streams down her cheeks, likely making her mascara run, too.

"Please open the door!" Her voice was hoarse and her shouts were a little quieter at this point, because of all the shrieking she had been doing, trying to get somebody to realize she was stuck. "Hello? Please?"

She stood for what seemed like hours as she listened to the happy shouts and screams of others going through the Fun House. Her face was glistened with tears and her palms of her hands stung from all of her slapping and beating on the resisting door.

~xXx~

Finally, after such agony she endured, there were noises on the other side of the door, sounding very much like metal.

"Toby, is that you?" Spencer cried one last time.

Suddenly, the squeaky door was yanked open, shocking Spencer into terrified silence.

Spencer's heart stopped and she froze at the sight of Ian with a crowbar, poised to take the killing blow. His expression was horrendous; his eyebrows were drawn together in madness and the crowbar's curve was pointed at Spencer, ready to beat her to death...

Spencer fell back into the wall of the cylinder, her face a mask of sheer fright. She was panting as she awaited the final death blow, the one where he rips her to shreds and throws her in a hole, to be found a year later.

"Ian?" Spencer heard her sister Melissa's voice, much to her surprise.

Ian turned around, answering Melissa, "Yeah, I've got her. She's fine!"

Spencer didn't move, sure that it was some sort of horrid trick, as Ian picked up her phone from where she had dropped it, thus unable to make any phone calls for help while she was in there.

She looked around Ian to spot her mother and Melissa running toward her, thankful that she was fine.

"Are you okay?" Her mother asked as Spencer reached out for a hug, slowly coming out of the shock. Spencer still had goosebumps raised on her arms and legs, and she felt so, so cold. She could only nod in answer. In her mother's warm embrace, though, Spencer was fine and reassured.

Melissa was shocked and also very thankful with her sister's safe state, "You needed a crowbar to get her out?" She asked Ian in disbelief.

"No, it was keeping her in. Somebody jammed the door with it." Ian stated.

Spencer's phone beeped as she pulled out of the hug with her mom, alerting her that she had a new text, and at the same time telling her that Ian was holding her phone. Spencer quickly took it back, looking at Ian suspiciously. Has he read any of my texts? Spencer thought, Of course he has. The creep!

She moved away from the little rescue group as she glanced at the screen.

Her mother stared after her in confusion of how a text could be any more important that Spencer's safety.

Spencer could not believe her eyes as she stared at the screen. I'm here. Where can I find you? It read.

And it was from Toby, from his real phone, not someone else's.

A. It has to be. It just figures. Spencer thought grimly. A is here.

Aria sat on the old couch in Ezra's apartment, trying to come to terms with the truth of what she was going to tell him. Hopefully, he wouldn't react too badly. Ezra was standing opposite the room, going through the videos Aria had brought with her for their little 'date' in the apartment.

"So you brought me Runaway Bride, Top Secret Affair, all five seasons of Big Love? I sense a theme here…" Ezra said, turning to Aria. His curly hair was wild after a days work, and his expression made Aria want to forget what she was going to tell him, so that they could just snuggle up on the couch, and so that all their attention would be on something way better than the stinky movies she had brought.

Ezra looked at her knowingly, "Trying to tell me something?"

Aria sighed, looking downward toward her lap. Her dark purple nail polish was chipped, and at that moment, she would much rather have been at home, listening to the radio while she repainted her nails, instead of sitting on Ezra's couch with a really queasy stomach, anticipating his reaction to what she is about to tell him.

"Yeah. I guess I am," Aria said, looking up at him shyly through thick eyelashes, "But after I do, you have to tell me something."

"Okay..." Ezra said cautiously, taking a step closer to Aria as he lightly passed the movies from hand to hand.

She looked up at the ceiling, trying to figure out how to construct the sentences so that he doesn't think of her as meddlesome or rude. Ezra sits down next to her on the couch, facing her with a curious but guarded expression displayed on his face.

Finally she looked right at him with her wide eyes, begging him to understand as she finally, painfully, told him the truth, "Friday, when I got here before you, I- I saw a photo on your website page of you and Jackie," She took a deep breath, "Trust me; I wasn't looking for it! I was hunting down your menus and the photo popped up. I couldn't help but notice how happy the two of you were, and- did I mention a ring? Because she was wearing a ring!" Aria said, growing hysterical, "Ezra, I am not coming from some freaky, jealous place, okay? I mean, maybe I was when I picked Big Love, but honestly, I feel like you know everything about me, and I don't feel like you've shared as much. Please jump in at any time." Aria said nervously, wringing her fingers together constantly.

Ezra shifted on the couch, also contemplating how to tell her the truth. He could do it, couldn't he?

"I, uh, met Jackie my freshman year in the dorms. We saw each other on and off for about two years." He took a sharp breath, not wanting to go on. He looked over at Aria who was seated opposite him, her eyes wide and inquiring.

She stared back at him with newly renewed confidence in what she was doing, "Good. But I need more." She said, growing agitated that he was taking the conversation so slowly.

"She was the first really serious girlfriend I ever had. I dated other people, but none of them were her, so we got back together. I- I proposed," Ezra said, slightly laughing at how obnoxious it sounded. There he was, telling his girlfriend that in the past he had proposed to someone other than her. Was it possible for their relationship to go on like always after he fully came clean? Or would Aria be mad nearly forever that he hadn't told her this in all the time they'd been together?

Ezra sat up straighter, sure that she now needed to know; she was ready to know this, despite what could go wrong based on this in the future, "The picture was taken in Florence. I bought the ring on the Pont de Vecchio. My brother had to wire me the money. (What had he said? I couldn't understand. Thanks.) I didn't even tell him what it was for." Ezra paused.

"Why?" Aria asked, shaking her head slightly, lips parted. She looked so beautiful to Ezra right then. He didn't want to go on with the explanation. What he wanted right then was to just curl up with her and kiss her for eternity, that beautiful girl.

He looked down as he lightly bit his lip, "I guess I wasn't sure what her answer would be."

"So... you were married." Aria said bluntly. Her chest felt heavy as dread seeped through it, closing the hope she had had for the possible outcome that she had been a random girl he had hooked up with one night when he was drunk, never to see her again. Unfortunately, that was not the case.

"No, it never happened."

"Oh," Aria said, her spirits lifting, "Why did you break it off?"

It pained Ezra to talk about this to Aria and see her disappointment about the situation. She looked so fragile and sad, but she was putting on a brave face for him. He wished she didn't have to do that. He wished he could just hold her in his arms. Whisper little nothings into her ear as she fell asleep, content, in his arms.

"I didn't. She did," He said quietly, trying to reduce the amount of irritation and tension he could feel in the air.

"Oh. Why hasn't she taken down that photo?" Aria said, puzzled. She was getting very suspicious that something else was happening, between the two former fiancees.

"Well, I don't know," Ezra lied, "I guess it was a great summer with lots of memories she wants to hold onto." He said, looking anywhere but at Aria. Even he knew that was a lie, and surely Aria could detect it.

Her eyes were nearly glued to his figure, "And... what about you?" She prompted.

"Its her photo, not mine."

"But if she hadn't given you back that ring, you'd be married. To her. Right now." Aria ranted. She just couldn't hold her anger in any longer. How dare he keep this a secret! Didn't she tell him, well, nearly everything? And to think that he would be married, but he hadn't said anything? Ugh.

Ezra nodded, overcome, his eyes on the stained green carpet, "Possibly."

"What- And you you've never told me this because...?"

"I guess I'm one of those people that doesn't put things that didn't work out on my resume!" Ezra said, annoyed with the never-ending questions she was shooting at him.

Ezra slid from the arm of the couch to the cushion, "What's... What's bothering you more? That old photo being out there, or the fact that you and I can't take a picture like that?" He asked seriously.

His light, gorgeous blue eyes looked deep into Aria's brown ones, truth and honesty portrayed in them. Aria bit her lip as tears came to her eyes for all the frustration she had been holding inside for so long now.

He was right. He was always right. As always, Ezra could pinpoint exactly what was bugging her. He could place the fact that she was uptight with sadness that they couldn't bring their relationship out into the open. He knew that she hated the fact that he had hid his past from her for so long; anyone could see that. She was jealous that someone else had kissed his stunning lips, ran her hand through his soft curly hair, felt the comfort that Aria had when around him. These were only few of the many reasons they were right for each other; he could see into her soul, and she into his.

Aria stared at him sadly, and then looked away in one swift movement, not wanting to look at the true love of her life any longer. No, she didn't think she could forgive him right then.

"Aria, that was then. You are very much now," Ezra said, scooting closer to her on the couch, internally begging her to understand that he didn't really give one wit about Jackie anymore. She was just a mistake in his past, but Aria- Aria was not a mistake at all, no. She was an angel who very much saved him and his soul. He was in eternally in love with her.

Aria looked at him, her lips trembling. Her brown eyes were filled with unshed tears and in her heart, she knew in that moment that despite what may have happened in the past, she loved him, and that her love for him was unconditional and infinite.

As Ezra softly took her hands in his, intertwining them together, Aria smiled at him, feeling more secure and loved than ever. She nestled closer to him and laid her head on his chest, hearing the steady beat of his heart. She was very much content there, in Ezra's strong arms, and she could stay like that forever if she had her way.

Ezra slowly bent down to kiss Aria and their lips grazed softly, both of them ecstatic, wanting more. Aria leaned onto one arm on the couch, and ran the other through Ezra's hair as she pulled his face closer to hers, loving the feel of his velvety lips on hers.

Ezra naturally replied just as urgently as she had, hoisting her up on top of him, running his hand up the side of her delicate body and down her back. Aria was now on top of him, tracing patterns into his perfectly sculpted chest as she kissed him harder, but more tenderly at the same time.

Aria's arms wrapped around his neck and his free hand touched her waist. She traced his beautiful lips with her tongue, to which he granted her access. Ezra tasted sweet, and she could feel herself tremble as his strong hand traveled slowly up her dress, just as her hand was unbuttoning his shirt.

Yes, lets... Aria thought, happier than she had ever been. Life was perfect when she was with Ezra.

~xXx~

A little while later, Ezra was sprawled over the couch while Aria was sitting upright, drawing faces on paper bags. She had also cut eye slits in the paper bag. Ezra had a pretty good idea of what she was going to make them do.

Aria reached over Ezra to the little table, grabbed the remote and then turned the TV to mute.

Ezra opened his eyes from his comfortable position, "What happened?"

"Mm, here, put that over your head." Aria said, handing him one of the bags she had been drawing on. It replicated the face of a man, while the other one, the one she was holding, was a woman.

"Are you going to torture me because I gave somebody else a ring? Aria, seriously. It wasn't even a carat." Ezra said, complying to Aria's little idea, and grabbing the bag.

"Get in the bag, Mr Fitz, we're taking a picture as a couple!" Aria said, smiling at the love of her life. If this was the only way they could possibly take a picture as a couple, than they would do it. She opened the bag up and put it over her own head, and just by looking at Ezra that way, she burst out giggling at the horror of the paper bags as she used her phone to take the silly picture.

"You know this is nuts, right?" Ezra said right before she snapped clicked the picture button.

"Are we done? I cant breathe!" Ezra joked after she took it, lifting the bag up and out from over his head. He laughed, glad that they were making amends.

Aria looked at him and smiled after she also lifted hers. His handsome face was so close to hers...

Ezra caressed the side of her face lightly, moving his hand down to her shoulder as they both leaned in, and in that moment, they were nearly one hundred percent sure that nothing could ever break them apart. Aria rested her hand on Ezra's chest as they kissed, softly at first, and then more passionately as Ezra pulled her closer.

Her phone beeped then, interrupting them.

"Mm, time out." Aria smiled at Ezra, reaching down to retrieve her phone from her bag.

I think I found the key. Call me now... The text message was from Em.

Aria grabbed Ezra's hand as a goodbye, "I have to leave." She said.

"What- now?" He asked, baffled, "Are you coming back?"

"Um, I don't know. I might. Um, I'll call you. Love you!" Aria answered, grabbing her backpack and coat and heading out the door.

"You too!" Ezra called after her.

As Aria shut the door, she turned and walked down the hallway, oblivious to the police officer standing around the corner behind her, and she called Emily in a rush.

"Hey, Em. Its me. I'm on my way..."

When Aria had turned the corner, the officer stepped into the hall, his dark eyes watching and his sharp ears listening for signs of a returning Aria. His black boots squeaked as he took a step toward Mr Fitz's apartment. His badges gleamed on his uniform and his black hair was slicked back. His brown eyes showed determination and knowledge. The officer was Garrett.

Watch your backs, Ezra Fitz and Aria Montgomery...

"Hey sweetie. How's it going?" Hanna turned around at the sound of her mother's voice.

It took Hanna a moment to locate her through all the activity at the Festival. The last time Hanna had checked, it had been eight o'clock, so it was probably about nine right now. Shouldn't her mom be on the phone with someone from work right about now? She always had clients who needed something done at this time, something that couldn't be done the next day.

Ashley Marin, Hanna's mother, was standing next to the balloon darts booth, still dressed as though she were working, which was typical. Hanna looked around her mom and at the fully constructed Festival before her.

As it was every year, the Rosewood Founders Festival was a spectacular scene. There were booths for every game imaginable that could possibly be at a festival, there was a large field for the father-daughter races and the mother-daughter picnic, which was long over, and the clear, blue lake was reserved by the highschoolers for late night dips with girlfriends and boyfriends.

Hanna was running a face painting booth with her BFF Mona and some other girls from school. Lots of the children in elementary and middle school came to get their faces painted throughout the night. Since Hanna had been doing it the entire night so far, the girls had given her a break for a bit while they fill in, painting dragons, butterflies and rainbows on boys and girls faces.

"Good." Hanna said briefly, looking down again from her mother's face after answering.

"Did Caleb come by?" Ashley asked hesitantly, not wanting her daughter to start a rant. Ashley needed to know, though. Caleb had promised her that he would stop by to see Hanna before leaving for Arizona, and he had seemed really intent on giving Hanna the letter he had showed Ashley.

Hanna tensed up, not wanting to talk about him right then, "Nope, haven't seen him."

"Oh. He came by the house. I think he wanted to say goodbye. He's leaving Rosewood."

Hanna turned toward her mother, shocked by the news. He never told me that... Hanna thought, hurt.

"He is?" Hanna said.

"Yeah." Ashley whispered softly, sad beyond belief for her daughter. Caleb was now yet another boy that just left her alone.

"Well, good riddance. Look, you called it, mom. Some bad boys are just that- bad."

"The thing is- I was wrong. But if it makes a difference, my first impression of him was... way off."

"What are you seeing now that you didn't see before?" Hanna asked in confusion.

"Myself."

Ashley walked away, not knowing what else to say to her daughter. Hanna stood off to the side of the booth, contemplating what her mother had told her. At least she knew her mom didn't think of Caleb as 'bad'. But it was too late for that to be a good thing.

Better late than never, I suppose... Hanna thought to herself. Nope, that is a lie...

~xXx~

"Why isn't she answering?" Hanna muttered, walking briskly alongside Aria, who was right then trying to call Spencer.

"I have no idea!" Aria snapped, annoyed that Spencer wouldn't pick up.

The girls slowed as they neared a loading bus. Both of them had spotted Caleb. Aria's hand slowly falls to her side, phone call forgotten, as she looks sadly over at Hanna.

Hanna's breath had caught in her throat and tears welled up in her eyes as she watches him, remembering at once all the good times they had had together.

"Is he going somewhere?" Aria asked, clueless.

Hanna threw up her hands, "I don't know." She said shortly, annoyed that he is the only subject that ever seems to come up anymore around her.

Hanna sighed, "Arizona. Who cares?" She said, looking around.

Caleb was next in line to get on the bus, and when he did, Hanna would never see him again. She felt an overpowering urge to go over there and beg him to stay, but Hanna was not a beggar. She blinked quickly, trying to hold in the tears that were trying to escape her eyes.

Aria looked at her sadly and with intentness, "Hanna. Hey, go over there and say something. Go. Before he does."

Hanna looks over at Caleb, her love, one last time, knowing for a fact that she wanted to go and get him to stay, so, so badly. She wanted to kiss his gorgeous lips, be assured that he would never leave her. But she couldn't, because apparently that was not the case.

His dark brown eyes bore into hers one more time, telling her that he loved her unconditionally, but she looked away after a minute.

"I can't." She said stubbornly, watching him walk up the bus steps and away from her life forever. "I can't." She whispered one last time under her breath.

"Come on, Emily's waiting for us." Hanna turned away from him, feeling her heart break to pieces with that kind of a goodbye. She pursed her lips and walked away, the despair overwhelming her, with Aria following.

Goodbye. Probably forever...

DUNT DUNT DUH (I JUST FELT LIKE IT NEEDED THAT :P)!

First off, thanks so much for reading! This honestly isn't something I'd do if none of you read it, since it takes SO long to go back through the episodes and type out all the exact sentences :)

Those of you who watched the last two episodes of the season (including that amazing finale!) probably know what is going to happen for the next few chapters. But if you don't, then keep reading! I know that this story is going a little slow considering that I did post it a few days ago, but don't forget- I have ten weeks to get the last two episode's events up! I think I'll make it in plenty of time!

When the story gets there, I will be splitting the story off into two different scenarios. One will continue with the show's events, and the other will be my version of what should happen (as entertainment for not only myself, but also all of you in the PLL-less weeks to come as we wait for the next season!)! They will be labeled differently, so you'll know which is which.

You may have been wondering why Spencer hasn't kissed Toby yet. That's because she hasn't even come out of the fun house yet, silly! No, just think. Why might I not include that in this chapter? Oh, I don't know... maybe since the next chapter is going to be so short, I'd want to include something adorable in it? Trust me, its going to be the best kiss they've had in Spencer/Toby history!

Anyways, I decided to post this chapter early, (you're welcome, jaceyb1 :D) and because of that, I won't be posting another for nearly a week. Oh, don't cry!

I am planning on the next chapter being out by Wednesday, March 30 (This Wednesday). But that is ONLY IF I receive at least 15 reviews total by then :)

So tell all your friends, on and off FanFiction, about this story; tell them how wonderful, how descriptive it is, and tell them to review it after they read it! When you review, know that I'm all for helping criticism- just not full-blown meanness, please. I would love to know what I should change about the story, what is perfect and what I need to alter just a bit.

Just so you know, there are LOTS more Aria/Ezra and Spencer/Toby moments to come! Hanna may just find another love interest soon, too! Or will she be reunited with Caleb once again? You won't know until I post, lol! And Em? Whats up my sleeve for her? Just wait and read!

Thank you once again for all your reviews and your enthusiasm to read. I really appreciate it and I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Thanks a lot and REVIEW THE STORY!

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