Chapter 2

"I still can't believe we're on one of Tate Thomas's reality shows," the blonde Alison gushed, batting her eyelashes as she finished applying her mascara. "This is like... the pathway to stardom! Before we know it, we'll be walking down red carpets and signing autographs. How does that life sound?"

The much tanner Emily Fields stared down at Alison's toes, working her way up with her eyes, and then absentmindedly said, "Yeah, it's great. I'd love that."

"Oh, what?" Alison laughed. "Being famous isn't what you want?"

"Huh?"

She rolled her eyes before saying, "Alright, you weren't even listening to me. I thought we were getting along. What's going on with you?"

"N-nothing," she mumbled quietly, pushing locks of her hair behind one of her ears. "I'm just still startled about what happened yesterday, and you haven't acknowledged it at all. Not even once."

"That's because it was a stupid experiment," Alison informed her, and then adjusted her outfit in the mirror. "It was for fun! Don't be such a downer. It's not like I asked you to marry me. I'm not into you like that, and you're not into me. I thought it would be some meaningless fun. We're both just two straight girls. Have we talked about it enough?"

"Mhm," said Emily, even though she wasn't convinced. "Sorry for dragging that on. You're right. And I really can't wait for the show to start. That Toby guy that I end up with— he's smoking hot. I can't wait to get some of that."

"There's the girl I've been waiting for!" Alison exclaimed.

When all of the cast was done getting ready, Robbie's uncle got ready to start the filming of the show. Basically, the plot would begin with all of the girls single except Aria. Apparently, she was starting out in a relationship with Robbie, but by the end of the show, ending up with nobody. Tate was letting the show be 'unscripted', so he would give them the story lines, and they would act it out as they wished.

FILMING

"Hey, Aria!" Spencer exclaimed, hugging her best friend. "This place is amazing. I can't believe your new beau owns this beachside mansion. You should have asked us to hang out way earlier."

"Well, we've only been exclusive for a little while," Aria told her, shrugging her shoulders. "Where are the other girls? I can't wait for them to meet him."

"They got stuck in traffic, but they said they'll be here soon," Spencer explained. "When can I meet the boyfriend?"

"He's hanging out by the pool," Aria responded. "I hope you brought your bathing suit." She paused for a moment before smiling and adding, "I hope you don't mind, but I invited Wren. I thought that it would be a good idea. We're all friends, right?"

"Mhm, yeah, of course," Spencer mumbled.

CONFESSIONAL: Spencer

"Wren Kingston is my ex," she stated, scratching her head. "I don't know why Aria would invite my ex-boyfriend over to hang out with us, but apparently she did. I love her, but sometimes she meddles in my life! Okay, I MIGHT have just admitted to her that I maybe still have feelings for Wren after we broke up, but I wasn't expecting her to take action and try to get us back together. And I'm almost certain she's trying to get us back together!"

FILMING

After Spencer changed into her bikini, Aria smirked and said, "Wow, Spence. You look great. I can't wait for Wren to come over and see this!"

Spencer raised her eyebrows and asked, "Did you call him over to set us back up?"

"Don't kill me," Aria said, biting her lip. "It doesn't have to mean anything. Just see where it goes, okay? I'm going to go change into my swimsuit. You look great, so get out there. My boyfriend is hanging there, he'll be so excited to meet you."

She was freaking out that she would have to see Wren again later that day, but she tried to stay calm. She made her way outside to the pool deck, where Aria's boyfriend was waiting, and waved with a smile.

"Hi!" she exclaimed in a friendly manner. "It's so great to meet you. You must be Robbie Tate. I'm Aria's best friend... Spencer."

"Oh, hey there," he said with a small chuckle. "Yeah, it's awesome to meet you, too. She's talked a lot about you. I'm glad you could make it. She said her other friends were coming, too, but I'm sort of glad that it's just us. You seem like a lot of fun."

"I'm more of a stick-my-face-in-a-book kind of girl, but whatever floats your boat," Spencer joked, sitting down next to him. "You have a great home."

"I think I can handle that," Robbie told her, shifting his gaze over to her body. "I like smart girls. Especially smart girls that are as beautiful as you."

CONFESSIONAL: Spencer

"Was it just me, or was Robbie flirting!?" Spencer cried. "I would never make a move on Aria's boyfriend, but he's really hot, a little funny so far, and I was trying not to flirt back, but I think I might have."

FILMING

Aria had just finished putting on her own bikini, so she left the bathroom, and walked towards the pool deck outside. That's when she saw the sight of Spencer laughing and making eyes at Robbie's shirtless body.

CONFESSIONAL: Aria

"I know I'm not crazy. I saw her checking Robbie out! I finally get a great boyfriend, and my best friend is interested in him already?" Aria said, shocked. "I am not going to let her have him. It's a good thing I invited Wren, because now I'm going to do whatever it takes to get her back together with him."

NOT FILMING

"Scene! Great job, ladies. I loved the drama," Tate told them, grinning. "This is turning out great already. I can't wait for Wren to be added into the mix. You both can take a break. We're getting the other girls ready for their scenes."

When Tate walked away, Spencer turned to Aria and exclaimed, "Oh my god! That was so fun."

Aria smiled back and said, "I know. It felt so... odd... but it was really fun. You better back off my boyfriend, though, Missy. Shouldn't you be getting back together with your ex soon?"

"Well, Robbie is my endgame, but Tate wanted me to have a relationship with Wren again for a while," Spencer said, shrugging her shoulders. "I'm alright with it. A ton of cute guys? Lots of kissing scenes with them? I'm good. I'm better than good! I'm great."

Aria laughed and said, "Yeah, you're lucky you're ending up with somebody. I'm the lonely one."

"It's not that bad. You still get to have all the storylines, and get to work with and kiss all of the guys Tate puts you with. You already get to work with Robbie," Spencer reminded.

That night, Tate held a cast party to celebrate their first day of completed filming. That, of course, meant a grand party in the beach house!

"Hello, camera boy," Hanna flirtatiously said, looping her arms around Caleb.

"Hanna... hello again," he greeted uncomfortably. Through her alcoholic breath, he managed to ask, "Have you been drinking a lot?"

"It's a party. There's booze and drinks. Of course I did. But just a couple, I swear!" Hanna cried.

"My boss isn't going to like this. We're supposed to film scenes everywhere in your life, even when you don't know it. That's the reality part. Once he sets it up, the show is your reality. Whatever guy he pairs you up with becomes your boyfriend," Caleb tried to explain to her.

"I think I'm too drunk to understand anything you just said!" Hanna laughed, and tried to lean in and give him a kiss.

"No," he stopped her, putting his hand in between their lips. "I don't want to cause trouble. I don't want either of us to lose our jobs. Why don't we just stop this before it gets too hard, ok? You're driving me crazy. How does somebody turn down a beautiful girl? You're throwing yourself at me, and I don't want to turn you down, but I have to."

"Just once. Let's just do it once," Hanna whispered into his ear. "The boss man doesn't have to know what we do in bed. And it's only one time. We can bang one out. Once we're done, all the feelings will be gone, and we can forget about each other."

"Hanna..." he mumbled.

"After the party, I'll be in my hotel room. You can come there if you still want me, and we'll finish whatever we have going on," Hanna told him, licking her lips. "Once boss man starts filming all aspects of our lives, we pretend like this fling never even happened. Got it? Good."

Meanwhile, Aria was being a bit of an eavesdropper. One of the attractive men from the show was obviously trying to flirt and pick up one of the girls— his own endgame, actually. His name was Ezra Fitz. He was one of the classiest men on the show. He wore suits. He was interested in English. His words were plain poetic! Aria had learned a lot about him from his flirting attempts.

"Since we're going to be working together, I thought that I might as well treat you like a dream," Ezra told her with a smile on his face. "Maybe you could tell me a little bit about yourself. As Shakespeare once said, 'Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind'. I'd like to know what goes on in your beautiful mind."

Standing across from him was Alison DiLaurentis, his endgame.

"What? He said that? Was it from one of his movies?" Alison asked.

"Um... he didn't make movies. Everyone knows Shakespeare," Ezra answered with a laugh. "You're funny, I like that."

"I wasn't kidding," Alison said, raising her eyebrows. "I don't know anything about Shakespeare. I never really paid attention in school. But I have seen some of the modern versions of his work as movies!"

"Holy Lord..." Ezra muttered. "My endgame is a girl that has no intellectual skills whatsoever?"

"Yeah, but don't worry, honey," Alison laughed, and kissed his cheek. "I've got plenty of skills elsewhere. We will be just fine."

Hanna poked Emily's cheek before commenting, "Somebody is either very into this romance, or is just jealous. You think I don't know what's going on here, Em?"

Emily's eyes widened as she asked, "You know?"

"Of course I do, silly! I'm very observant. Plus, alcohol makes me more observant," Hanna giggled. "You're jealous of them, and I know why." Emily's eyes continued to widen during the pause from Hanna's words. "You have a crush... on Ezra Fitz."

"Um, Han. What the hell?" Emily asked, but was relieved.

"Don't play dumb!" Hanna cried. "I can see it with my eyes. You don't like that Ezra and Alison are getting all flirty because you want him all to yourself. Watch it, Em. He's not your endgame. You should be bonding with Toby."

"No, no, I don't like Ezra," Emily denied. "I was just bored, so I started watching. My endgame was actually stolen by Spencer."

"What are you talking about?" Hanna asked curiously.

"Look," Emily told her, pointing.

Towards the drink table was Spencer Hastings, laughing her ass off. She was having such a good time, and to make things even weirder, she was with Emily's endgame... Toby. When she eyed Toby Cavanaugh's body the first day, it was nothing but mere attraction to his physical appearance. But when she mustered the courage to talk to him at the cast party, she learned tons about his personality. He was funny as hell, and he had lots of good stories to tell. Spencer was shedding tears of laughter by the time they got into a long conversation.

"Yeah, so, I never got my money back," Toby concluded the story, causing both of them to burst out laughing again.

"Look, Toby, I love your stories, and listening to them has been so much fun. I'm really glad that we took the time to get to know each other. I hope we get scenes in the show. But now, I'm beat. I don't think I can last the rest of the night. I'm going to get to my room, and just hang there," Spencer told him.

"I understand. And yeah, it was amazing to meet you," he said, flashing his smile. She began to walk away, but he reached out and grabbed her arm. "Hold on. Wait up." He smiled at her again and suggested, "Why don't I come up to your hotel room with you?"

"Oh," she blushed. "You'd want to?"

"Mhm," he hummed. "Maybe I could enlighten you with more of my stories. Or better yet, we could do a little less talking. We'll see where the night takes us."

The two of them headed up to Spencer's hotel room, but she seemed to be forgetting that Aria was also staying there. There were no more stories told when the two of them got into the room. There were only noises.

"Can I just say that you're crazy amazing... and beautiful?"

Spencer licked her lips as her gaze caught the blue-eyed young man's.

"I'm speechless about you," she told him, stepping closer.

"I like to take risks," he said in a deep voice, running his hand down her arm slowly, gently, perfectly... sending shivers down her spine. "Turn around. Let me try something. Tell me to stop if you don't like it."

She listened to him, which wasn't something she always did for other people. She turned around when he said to, allowing her back to face him. He smirked to himself, and placed his fingertips on the lining of her neck, and began dragging it downwards, to the exposed skin on her back from the dress she was wearing. He touched the zipper of her red dress, taking a grip on it, and slowly dragging it down, until the zipper reached the very end. She closed her eyes, her heart beating faster. She didn't ask him to stop. She didn't want him to.

He pushed the red dress down, and it fell to her ankles. He stared at the lingerie exposed from her fallen dress, only from the backside. His hands glided across her back, and more shivers were felt by Spencer. As his touch intensified, Spencer reached her breaking point. She turned around, grabbing the collar of his suit, and yanking him inwards for a long first kiss. Immediately, he picked her up, wrapping his arms around her stomach area. She wrapped her legs around his hips, straddled in the air. He carried her to her hotel bed, his lips devouring hers in the process. He laid her down on the bed, and trailed his lips all the way down to her ankles. Once he reached her high heels, he kissed her ankles, and even her feet. He unbuckled each heel, and she kicked them off of her feet, allowing them to hit the floor.

She sat up, and then grabbed the tie of his suit, pulling it off. She started undressing Toby out of his suit, until he was clad in his boxers. Then, she got him to join her on the bed, so that he was on top of her. Their lips were furiously and lustfully attacking each other's exposed skin.

"Are you absolutely sure you want to do this?" he asked, his hands running down the sides of her stomach.

"Hell yes!" she practically cried.

He grinned before attacking her lips again. Soon enough, the remainder of their clothes, which was basically just their underwear, was gone, and they spent the whole night in passion. Both of them would probably describe it as the best sex of their lives, to be honest.

Unfortunately, once Aria had chosen to leave the party, they were still in the act of intercourse, which wasn't the best sight... or sound. She heard the raspy moans and cries of her best friend, and she was almost sure that Spencer was sleeping with somebody, but part of her was hoping the brunette had just darkly turned to a pornographic movie, or something of that sort. Aria opened the door just a crack, and saw the heads in the white hotel room bedsheets. Luckily, they didn't hear her come in over their disgusting sex noises, so Aria just shut the door. She didn't want to interrupt them, so she sat down outside the hotel room. She knew she was going to give Spencer a long teasing for this. It was a little bit scarring for Aria to witness her best friend in the act, but they were adults, and this stuff happened in life.

Secretly, she was waiting for the guy's walk of shame, so she could give him a laugh and a wink, and then get into the hotel room and give Spencer a long talk and teasing. In the meantime, she would sit outside of their hotel room and wait for them to finish. However, she couldn't believe that an hour later, they were still going at it. They obviously finished long ago, because she heard one great cry of ecstasy from both of them. How many times could they do it!? It was so odd. She was still waiting outside of her hotel room, hoping that the nightmare would end soon. She wasn't even looking forward to the walk of shame anymore!

"You're Aria, right? What are you doing here?"

Aria looked up and saw the guy she observed at the party— classy ass Ezra Fitz!

"Y-yeah... I'm Aria. You're Ezra, I already know. I saw you at the party," she said, scratching her head. "Um, this is my hotel room."

Ezra laughed before asking, "Then why don't you just go inside? There's no point in waiting outside. It's getting really late, anyways."

"I would, but my roommate is getting frisky. I guess she forgot that she's sharing the room with me," Aria laughed.

"Spencer Hastings?" Ezra asked.

"I have no clue who she's doing right now, but they've been going at it for so long, it's insane!" Aria cried.

"I am so sorry you have to go through this," Ezra laughed. "You probably heard some pretty gross things."

"Oh, I did," Aria told him, nodding her head. "I think I just heard the sound of my best friend orgasming, which is something I never thought I would have to witness."

Ezra grinned before saying, "You shouldn't have to wait out here. Who knows how long they could keep going at it? Plus, they'll probably be so worn out that they'll just fall asleep together... naked. I don't think you deserve to witness that, either."

"I have no choice. When the noises stop, I'll go inside. It's really sad, but I'm not kidding about that," Aria told him.

Ezra laughed again and said, "No, you shouldn't have to deal with that, either. I'm a decent guy, so I'm not going to let you stay out here while your friend is... being done. Why don't you come sleep in my hotel room for the night?"

"Don't tell me we're going to do what they're doing," Aria joked.

"Tempting, but I'm decent enough to wait until we're friends," Ezra joked back. "I like a little humor."

"Wait a second... shouldn't you be doing Alison DiLaurentis right now? I thought you would have invited her up to your hotel room after the way you were trying to flirt with her at the party. Don't ask— I just overheard you guys talking," Aria explained.

Ezra nodded his head and told her, "No, I usually make sure the girls I sleep with have brain cells."

"I did hear some of the stupid things she said. Like not knowing who Shakespeare is," Aria laughed. "Even idiots know that he didn't make movies."

Ezra laughed as well and said, "It's a bit sad that she's my endgame, but what can you do? At least she's a looker. But so are you. And you seem much, much smarter. It's a shame that you're not my endgame."

Aria bit her lip before saying, "I think I've got quite a few brain cells. And if it helps, I love writing. English is my favorite subject. I write stories all the time. And poetry."

Ezra's smile glowed.

"Now I really wish you were my endgame," he quietly said. "I'd love to talk more. And you definitely don't want to keep hearing the sounds of intimacy from your best friend, so I suggest you take your ass over to my hotel room now. For just talking. None of whatever Spencer Hastings is doing."

Aria laughed again and said, "I would love to."

Over in Hanna's hotel room, she was anxiously waiting for a certain camera man to come to the room, but it seemed he meant it when he said that he wasn't going to risk their jobs. It sucked. She wanted to bang one out, and release all of the feelings. Mona had no problem banging guys. She went over to Noel's room again for more sex, which made Hanna feel like she really couldn't get guys the way Mona could. Caleb was cute, funny, and he actually seemed interested in her, if it wasn't for their jobs. She was hoping that her own endgame, Wren, would take an interest in her, but he didn't even pay attention to her. The doctor was all too classy for everybody.

Luckily for her, there was a knock on her door at about one AM. She smiled to herself. She knew it wasn't Mona, who was occupying herself with Noel's body. It had to be Caleb. She looked in the mirror, adjusting her dress so that her cleavage was showing more. She smiled in the mirror, feeling sexy when she looked at herself. She walked towards the door, opening it up.

"Caleb," she greeted, biting her lip. "I'm glad you finally came."

"No talking, no regrets, and we forget tomorrow," Caleb whispered, and then cupped her cheeks to kiss her. "Let's do this."

The two of them made their way to the bed, getting rid of their clothing as they did so. Looks like she was just as good as sleeping with guys as Mona was, after all...