Ezra Fitz leant back in his wooden chair, grading papers his senior class had handed in earlier that day. He rubbed his hands over his face and sighed. It had been a long day. Aria had once again been tossing and turning all night, waking up Ezra; he didn't mind it though. Then he bumped his pinkie toe into his coffee table. Then the classes were especially hyper today, and they wouldn't quiet down. In the teachers' lounge they had ran out of coffee so he had nothing that could keep his eyes open. At the moment just four more essays left. Spencer Hasting's. Hanna Marin's. Emily Fields. And Aria Montgomery's. He had no idea what they were about, but was somewhat looking forward to them. He sighed again, and picked up the red pen and Spencer Hastings essay.

I don't think I should be writing this down on paper. Nor should I be handing it into my English class. An English essay – for me – would usually be easy. Yet this one isn't. It isn't about a TV show, but sometimes I think my relationship is one. Somehow through all the secrets and lies we've told each other, we still keep beating the odds. But, I still can't get the little feeling out of my stomach that he's hiding even more. He's hidden almost too much from me, taking me to breaking point. Finding him in my kitchen, me thinking he was dead, and eventually me going to Radley. Maybe I hid too much from him in the start, which caused him to betray me. My relationships almost in doomed love. Hell, it is…

Ezra assumed her essay was about Toby being –A, and the fact that the secret and lies destroyed them, but they still love each other. Their love is doomed love, because she doesn't know if secrets and lies will destroy them again. He gave her an A. Next was Hanna's.

Well, I guess it kinda all started when he went to California the first time to visit his Mum who he had found out about. It's been just going back and forth. He's been leaving then coming back. And, I can't shake the feeling that he's going to go there one day, and never come back. I know you know about –A because I told you, so I don't know if he's going to come back in one peace, never coming back, or being murdered there by –A. Sure, he said he has a good reason to come back, but it's his birth mother over there, and I'm just a high-school girl who he fell in love with. You could say its doomed love, but I don't really know what to call it. Ever since he got shot I thought he'd be there to stay, and he has, but it's annoying, he still goes back and forth, and he barely spends time with me when he comes back. I just don't know anymore, and that annoys me…

Ezra once again assumed that Hanna's essay was about Caleb. Him going back and forth between state, and her wondering if he'll ever come back in different ways. He gave her an A. She was doing well in English at the moment, she was improving a lot from when he had first started. He put it on the pile of marked essays, and put Emily's in front of him.

Hanna told me you know about –A, so I'll tell the story from there. I've had a hard time with love. First with Maya, her going to Tru north, and then she ran away once again wanting to get away from Rosewood. But, she never came back, just like Ali. I kinda feel stupid, for letting her go, and I feel even stupider for not realizing she was at the Kahn's Cabin instead of San Fran. Then with Samara, I don't know if I loved her, but because of –A, I stupidly let her go. Now, Paige. I love her. I'm sure about that, definitely. But, ever since –A she's been worried, and protective of me. And, to tell the truth it's getting annoying. I can't hang out with the girls or Toby without her having to know where I am. She avoided me for a while, and then we went back to normal. It was odd, and I seriously don't want to mess this up. I've messed up three of my relationships: Ali; Maya and Samara. I know I can't screw up another…

Ezra guessed that Emily's was about the loves she lost, and the love she thinks might be slipping away from her. He noticed there were tear-stains on the piece of paper. He gave it an A. He wasn't giving A's out, because they had tough love lives and that they were his friends, but because they actually deserved it. They put emotion into the essays, which the others had shown a lack of. Other essays had been about their insignificant other cheating on them, and them still going back to them, or a TV couple they adored. But the three girls' essays were full of passion and emotion. He put Emily's on the pile, and settled his last essay in front of him. Aria Montgomery's essay. His girlfriend's essay.

I know you're reading this last. You want some kind of stress relief after your long hours of marking, and then you come home to me and groan on about it before I capture my lips with yours and eat Chinese food, and be that couple we were before all the drama. When we were just teacher and student. Aria and Ezra. Two English nerds holing up in an apartment eating Chinese food, watching old movies, reading books, and being us.
We've had a hard time with this relationship. We had to keep going, and we moved forward together. Yes, sometimes we gave up, but not for long. We always prevailed. Look at us now, we're back to where we started. The classroom. You're my teacher again, teaching me the wonders of English, and I'm your student. I think our relationship represents doomed love. It's almost Romeo and Juliet 2.0, my Dad doesn't like you, but we date in secret, and one day I'm gonna marry you, and we'll run off to New York. It represents doomed love just by the exterior of what we're called. The teacher and the student. If you read those five words, it seems like it's already doomed. And, maybe we are. Maybe we haven't noticed it yet, we're just living in the moment, or maybe by just a small chance, it's not. That we're going to live happily after ever. But, we both know, that it's not the case. Someone will come and throw an obstacle at us, whether it's your Mother, Wes, my Dad, Maggie, Noel, Jackie or Jason. Maybe we can't get around that obstacle, but maybe we can. We don't know, that's why we have doomed love. We don't know if it's ever going to work out, but we hope it will, and we pray that no one will get in the case. But, something is bound to always pop up and cause trouble. We love each other, and we're in a doomed relationship. You could be arrested. I could ruin my chances of going to New York University. We could break up, because it's too hard. That's what doomed love is. Not knowing what we're going to be doing after the havoc that is thrown our way. Not knowing if we're going to break up. Maybe it's doomed love, but it's also true love, and I want to think it never ends.

Ezra already knew this was about him before he read about him. He was looking forward to Aria's essay ever since last night she was writing it in his leather chair with her feet propped up onto the coffee table, and he typing away furiously. He could see she was getting lost in writing it, it was taking over her emotions, it was one of the reasons he loved her. She could get lost in writing the simplest things, and not have a care in the world. Ezra was the only one who had read her writing, and kept telling her she should send it to a publisher. Aria, being the stubborn girl she is, always said no.

He marked it an A. Not because it was Aria's. Not because it was about him. Not because it was about them. Not because it was about the legendary affair of Aria and Ezra. But, because it as well-written, and it's a pretty good example of doomed love. He put it on the pile of marked essays, and started to pack up his bag.

…

"Hey babe." Aria called out to her boyfriend who had just opened the door. She was laying on the couch, reading a book.

"Hey, I didn't know you'd still be here." Ezra said, throwing his bag and jacket onto the chair. He hovered himself above Aria. She gently captured his lips with hers, and pulled away.

"I wanted to stay here for tonight, if that's okay with you."

"You're always welcome here, but what did you tell your Dad?"

"I told him that I was staying at Ella's. I haven't told them yet."

"Do you want too? It's your decision."

"I don't know. Ella might press for details, I'm fine with just you and the girls knowing for now."

"Do you want to order Chinese food?"

"Yes, I do. I did all my homework, so I'm yours for the night."

"Even your English homework, because I seriously don't want to break another make-out session." Aria chuckled.

"I've still got a bit to do, that's only if he's okay with it." She whispered, and he smirked. He captured his lips in hers, she moved her hands to his hair, and he used his elbows to make him above her not on her. She opened her mouth to let his tongue enter, and he gently flipped them around. By the sudden action, Aria giggled, and continued to kiss him. A knock sounded on the apartment door, they both sighed. Aria got off him, and he went to get the door.

"Hey. Can you please take him? I know it's not your day, but please? It's urgent." Maggie said, shoving Malcolm towards Ezra, and walking off down the hallway. Aria sighed. She knew this was going to happen sometime. She just didn't want it to be soon.

"Hello Aria." Malcolm said, walking over to the coffee table, and taking out his toy cars.

"Hi Malcolm, how are you?" Aria replied, grabbing her phone.

"I'm fine, how are you?"

"I'm fine as well." Another knock sounded through the apartment, and Ezra got up to answer it. He came back with the Chinese food.

"Have you had dinner Malcolm?" Ezra asked, handing Aria her food. Malcolm nodded, and continued playing with his toy cars. "Would you like to watch some TV?"

"Yes please." Malcolm sat at the end of the sofa, next to Ezra, while I sat on the other side of him eating my Chinese. Ezra picked up the remote, and turned the TV on.

"What do you want to watch?"

"SpongeBob Squarepants." He turned on Spongebob Squarepants, and we watched it until Malcolm fell asleep.

"I'm sorry about that, I didn't know he would be coming." Ezra whispered, pulling Aria onto his lap.

"It's okay. I guess I'm going to have to live with it, and he's sweet. The only thing I'm scared of is that he might let something slip." Aria whispered back, resting her head on his shoulder.

"He doesn't know anyone, so we're safe." Ezra rested his forehead against hers, and gently kissed her nose.

"I guess we're back to where we started. Holing in this apartment."

"Three more months."

"And, I'll be getting my college results in a month. So scary." Ezra kissed her nose again. "Promise me something?"

"What?"

"That where ever I get into college, we'll make this work, I don't want to give you up. Promise me that."

"I'll never let you go." Ezra held up his pinkie smiling. She smiled, and locked her pinkie with his. "Promise."