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Ours- Taylor Swift

I left Ezra's apartment around 9 A.M. Sunday morning after my "sleepover with

Spencer" and headed for the elevator. I shuffled into the already stuffed elevator. I pressed the ground floor button and stared ahead of me. I glanced around myself and saw the vacant stares of the people around me. The silence makes me want to take the stairs. The elevator finally makes it to the bottom and I stepped out with the rest of the strangers. The morning air hits my face and I take a deep breath. Today we would go public. I thought of the different scenarios that may happen. Then I thought of the relief and my mind unclouded.

Ezra and I walked down the street of downtown, my hand plastered in his. It had been three days since we had gone public with our relationship and it was scary.

We both knew this love was ours, but it didn't erase the judgment we have faced and stares that were yet to come. We passed a group of gaggling girls from our old English class and they immediately quieted when they saw us together and the whispers they exchanged after we were "out of earshot" stung like daggers. They didn't know how much it hurt and how much Ezra and I sacrificed. If they had, they would have reacted differently, but no, they didn't want to know. They'd come to our faces if they did, wouldn't they?

"Seems like there's always someone who disapproves…" Ezra said, staring straight ahead, "They judge us like they know about me and you." His words comforted me. They didn't know anything about us.

He looked down to me with a sad smile and I said, "The verdict comes from those with nothing else to do. The jury's out, my choice is you." He smiled and I leaned up to kiss his nose. I held onto his arm as we continued to walk down the street. It was turning to dusk and we stopped into Mr. Yogato for some frozen yogurt. I got Dutch chocolate with strawberries and Ezra got key lime with kiwi. I made fun of him because I thought it was gross. "Y'know, that is a disgrace to frozen yogurt everywhere," I joked. He retaliated by getting yogurt on my nose. I pouted and gave him my innocent eyes and he kissed it off. We walked hand in hand to the park across the street and sat down on a bench. I leaned my head down on his shoulder and looked up at the sky.

It wasn't long before Noel Khan and Mona Vanderwal walked passed and glared at us. Noel had never liked us, since he found out about us two years ago. Thankfully, he hadn't said a word. Even though I shouldn't have cared about what they thought, I did.

"Don't you worry your pretty little mind, Aria. People throw rocks at things that shine," Ezra said, trying to comfort me.

I lifted my head up and kissed his nose. "Life makes love look hard. The stakes

are high, the water's rough, but this love is ours."

He smiled and whispered, "I love you so much…" before crashing his lips to mine. When we pulled apart, we got stares. Glance after glance came, but we didn't care. Let them think what they want to. We can't please everyone.

We finished up our dessert and walked back to the car. On the way back I noticed a shop I hadn't before. I stopped in front of it, having a great idea. This was exactly what we needed.

"Ezra!"

"What babe?" He walked up next to me and looked at the shop in question. I looked at him with hope in my eyes. He instantly knew what I was asking. He took my hand and asked, "Are you sure?"

I eagerly nodded and we entered the tattoo parlor. The guy at the desk welcomed us and told us to look around.

"So what did you want us to get done?" Ezra asked, slightly amused at my impulsiveness.

"I want us to get matching tattoos on our wrists; I just don't know what they should say. I want them to touch when we dance at our…" I trailed off not wanting to finish the sentence. I wasn't sure if….

"Our what?" he pressed. He most likely knew what I meant, but he wanted to hear me say it aloud.

I gave in and finished, "…our wedding."

Ezra smiled and walked over to one display and pointed to a tattoo. The moment I saw it I knew that was what I wanted. I nodded and showed the guy at the front desk. We sat down in the chairs as two very tattooed women sat down next to us and began to gather the things to create our tattoos. I intertwined my hands with Ezra's and prepared myself, for whatever should come next.

We paid for the tattoos. We each had a heart on our wrists, Ezra's right hand and my left, which said ours forever. We walked out of the store, just as they were about to close, and walked straight into Jackie, the woman Ezra almost married. My face immediately fell when I saw this woman standing in front of us. I felt Ezra's body tense up and his grip on my hand tightened.

"Well hello. I heard the gossip around town, but I wasn't sure it was true. All

I knew was Ezra was dating a student. Little did I know it was the Montgomery's perfect daughter. That I never expected. What a little harlot you turned out to be," she said with her lip-glossed smile.

"Jackie! That was so uncalled for! I love Aria more than I have loved anyone or anything! The stakes are high, the water's rough, but this love is ours." Ezra lifted my hand and kissed the place where I had just permanently engraved my love for him in my skin. He turned my wrist just enough for Jackie to see and turn pale. Her face twisted into anger and she stormed away, leaving Ezra and I laughing.

"You never know what people have up their sleeves," he said by way of an explanation.

"Ghosts from your past going to jump out at me, but I don't care 'cause right now you're mine." I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him gently. We continued to walk down the street to his car.

"Thank you for driving me home…" I said before kissing him goodnight. We pulled apart and he said, "You're welcome…"

We came together again and kissed, whispering 'thank you' and 'you're welcome' between them. I finally got out of the car and headed to my door. I turned to wave goodbye as I watched Ezra drive away from me. I stuck my key in my door and turned, hearing the soft click of it unlocking. I stepped inside and softly closing the door, hoping no one had noticed I had exceeded my curfew by an hour. Whether I got in trouble or not I knew tonight was worth it. Now the problem was how to hide my tattoo. Hopefully they were busy doing something to notice me head up the stairs, or maybe if I was lucky, they were sound asleep.

I made my way to the stairs, silently praying I was quiet enough. I thought I was home free as I reached the banister. I had my foot on the bottom stair when

I heard my mom in the living room.

"Aria Lucille Montgomery." I could tell I was in trouble. My mom never called me by my full name, except when I was about to get yelled at. It wasn't many times, Ella and Byron weren't that strict, this time although, made me scared.

I squeezed my eyes shut as I turned around. I saw my mom and dad sitting on the couch, obviously waiting for me. I slowly walked over and sat down. I tugged my shirt down over my wrist.

"Where have you been? We know you weren't with Hanna."

I tried to come up with a good lie, but I couldn't. I told the truth… or most of the truth.

"I was with my boyfriend," I answered simply. I mean, I was with my boyfriend; they just didn't need to know who it was, or what we did.

"Oh yes. The secret boyfriend we are not allowed to meet," my mom said sarcastically.

"Yeah…" I practically whispered.

"That is something we need to talk about. There have been some rumors flying

around town the past few days…" my dad started.

This was it. There was no going back. They knew.

"…about you dating Mr. Fitz."

"Yeah?" I answered. I couldn't make up a lie, I was going to tell them the truth, whether they liked it or not. My love was given all to Ezra, and if they couldn't except it, I'd leave. I'm of age, there's nothing they can do.

"Well?"

"Well what?" I asked, trying to stall.

"Well are they true?" he practically screamed at me.

"Yes. They are." My dad's head practically exploded. Trying to keep his voice calm he told me to go to my room. I was grateful to be given the privacy to call Ezra. I was almost home free when my mom called me back. Great, what now?

"When you call him when you go upstairs, like I know you will, please invite him to dinner tomorrow night. I think we all need to talk."

I nodded and went to my room. I knew this call would horrible, though expected.

His phone rang twice before he answered in his sexy voice.

"Ezra… they know."

Ezra and I sat awkwardly across from my parents and Mike the next night at dinner. We were passing the rolls when Ezra's sleeve slid up and his tattoo appeared. My dad's eyes practically bulged out of his eyes at the sight of it.

He took a sip of water before asking, "What the hell is on your wrist?"

Ezra shot me a panicked glance. I assured him by slightly smiling and nodding at him for us to come clean. It wasn't right to lie. They were going to find out eventually.

"Well, it is a tattoo Mr. Montgomery. I got it yesterday," Ezra said, explaining subtlety.

"Yesterday? When you were with my daughter?" Byron looked over at me for an explanation.

"Yeah dad. Yesterday," I said lifting up my sleeve to show him my identical wrist. I knew what was coming before my mother even said it.

"ARIA! HOW COULD YOU?" My mother screamed. My mother was never strict with me, but she had two rules. No sex before marriage, and no tattoos.

"Okay, let's get something straight. I am 18 and of age. I can legally date Ezra. Also, because I am 18, I can get a tattoo without your permission. So I got a tattoo. It matches my boyfriend's whom I love. So stop."

"So because you love him, you decided to get a permanent tattoo? Wow, really smart. What are you going to do when he cheats on you? All older men do. What are you going to do? Huh?" my dad said before storming out of the room, quickly followed by my mother. We sat there awkwardly with Mike before he stood up and went to leave the room. Before he exited he added, "You two are badass."

He left and the two of us busted out laughing. After it subsided I walked him to his car.

"Are you going to be okay here tonight? My bed is always open you know…" he asked me as I leaned against his car.

"Yeah, I should be fine. It's not theirs to speculate if it's wrong. Your hands are tough, but they are where mine belong. I'll fight their doubt and give you faith 'cause I love the gap between your teeth and I love the riddles that you speak. And any snide remarks from my father about our tattoos will be ignored, 'cause my heart is yours."

The only answer he had to that was a passionate kiss against his car. In that moment I knew we would be okay. The stakes are high, the water's rough, but this love is ours.

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