So this is a tiny chapter…more like a filler. But I wanted to give you something before my jam packed weekend. I'm still somewhat plotting the story out, so any ideas would be greatly appreciated!

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Happy June to all! And get excited because Ezria is coming back in the matter of four days!

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"We'll be fine, Mom. I promise." Aria drummed her brightly lacquered fingernails against a cardboard box; the final one that sat in Ezra's apartment. Time had already flown by month by month. School was out and summer was starting to kick in around Rosewood. Around the end of May had been when Ezra and Aria decided to move and have him take the job. She enrolled in a private school a couple of blocks from their new apartment. While she'd miss her friends, it was understandable that she needed to start fresh. Things with Byron had yet to be resolved, but that hadn't crossed the young girl's mind yet. She was doing her best not to think of what could be and pushed her mind to think of what will be.

In the hot summer heat of June, Ezra pushed back the sleeves of his light cotton button down. He'd been the one predominantly moving boxes out to the truck they'd rented, since Aria claimed she was far too small to handle such giant objects. His blue eyes shifted to where she sat on the couch they'd be leaving behind for the new tenants who'd be renting the apartment. Aria had been laughing and smiling more often, a happy sight for him to see rather than the mess she'd been in months previous. Ezra knew it was because they'd be emerging from the proclaimed hell hole of Rosewood.

Aria giggled at her mother's worried tone; Ella had been a frantic mess since Ezra and Aria announced their plans. Still, the older woman knew he'd take good care of her daughter. "Everything's settled and the truck it outside. New York isn't that far and you're more than welcome to visit." The mother and daughter pair had said their goodbyes the day before at a large lunch with Mike, Ezra, and the girls. Hanna had made everyone bring gifts to christen their new apartment and plans were made for Spencer, Hanna, and Emily to visit during summer vacation. "I love you too, Mom," Aria smiled. "I promise to call once we hit the state line if I haven't fallen asleep."

Upon hanging up the phone, Aria sighed and rested her head on the back of the couch. "Are you going to miss it?" She casually looking up to Ezra, sliding her phone between her fingers. She was still dealing with nightmares, although not as terrible as before. The bags under her eyes were going away, but Aria was still the epitome of exhaustion.

"Miss what? Rosewood? I guess in a way, I will. It's where we first met." Ezra grinned, picking up the box and pecked Aria's lips. "But we'll have something much better in New York; something safer too." Aria gulped, nodding. She'd yet to tell him the full story about –A. Only bits and pieces, but Ezra had a right to know; didn't he?

"I'll miss my roots." Aria smiled at Ezra, tipping her head up to meet his eyes. "But I won't miss the town. Too much has happened for me to love it." Ezra nodded, understanding where she was coming from. His fingers brushed underneath her chin, a smile forming on his lips.

"I'm going to put this in the truck and we'll be on our way." He hefted the box upwards to get a better a better grip on the cardboard. Aria got up to open the apartment door that had shut from the powerful fans they had on to keep the apartment cool. They hadn't seen the logic in keeping the air conditioner on when they'd be moving soon.

"I'll just go down with you." Aria grabbed her bag, the only thing of her possessions left in the apartment. It had been sitting on the end table by the door. The couple took one last look around the apartment that held so many memories for them, but where fully aware of how much more the studio in the Upper West Side could hold far more.

"Goodbye," Aria whispered, linking her arm with Ezra's. He smiled and nodded his goodbye to the apartment before leaning down to kiss Aria. With a final wave on Aria's part, the door was shut to their old life as they went to open up the new chapter in New York.

The drive to New York was only three hours, but they'd left late. Aria was playing around with the music on her iPhone while Ezra kept his weary eyes on the road. He'd sold his tiny silver car as there wasn't much need for it in a busy city like New York. A song pumped through the speakers sitting on Aria's lap. Unfortunately, in the moving van, there wasn't a built in system for her to play her music.

"You getting tired?" She let out a slight laugh as Ezra looked about ready to nod off. He didn't answer, knowing if he talked about how tired he really was, he'd fall asleep at the wheel and that wouldn't prove to be much help as he and Aria would end up in critical condition. "Don't worry," Aria replied, taking his lack of an answer as confirmation. "We have a half an hour left. Then all we need to do is put in the mattress and crash."

"I hope you're not off in your calculations," Ezra chuckled as the song became louder. Aria was starting to choose high energy songs to keep him awake, rather than the calming sounds of Ray LaMontagne that she'd been letting run only minutes earlier. "We should've left earlier. Why did we leave this late again?"

"Because we wanted to see the lights as we drove in?" Aria laughed, running a hand through her dark hair that was now tied into a loose ponytail behind her head. The curls were tossed over her shoulder as she leaned against the head rest. "Maybe that wasn't such a good idea."

"A half an hour left," Ezra murmured, continuing to drive. Aria's calculations had been off, but luckily in a better way. It took no more than fifteen minutes to emerge into the city. She had her face pressed against the glass of the window in amazement; it had been ages since she'd been in the city. Ezra smiled at the place he called home and at his girlfriend. "Welcome home," he said with a smile in his voice.

And extra half an hour tacked on while they attempted to find their apartment and park the van on the edge of the road. Ezra forget how tightly cramped things could be in the city. He'd spent far too long in the suburb of Rosewood. Five minutes was how long it took to move the mattress through the entrance and up the stairs, seeing as it was too big to fit into the elevator. After making sure that the van was locked, Ezra practically collapsed onto the large mattress.

Aria giggled, lying down beside him. The curtains had been yet to put up and through their window were the gorgeous lights of New York City at midnight. She snuggled up to his chest, not needing a blanket in the hot summer heat, Ezra clad in his boxers and Aria in her camisole and underwear.

"Thank you," she whispered to the already passed out Ezra and kissed his bare chest.