When Ezra woke up, he tried to reach out for what was missing in his arms, but the wide gap in front of him caused him to grown. Aria wasn't there. The voices in the living room told him that someone was in the apartment, other than Aria. Ezra stayed still, Trying to listen in on what the conversation was. The past two weeks had been amazing. No arguments, or drama, nothing. As if they were finally on track now. Nobody had been to bother them at all, and they spent most of the day cuddled up doing stuff that didn't matter; They were together and that's all that mattered. Of course, here and there Aria was to get the occasional text from 'Wesley', and a letter here and then but nothing more. This was their chance to move on and forget about everyone else that'd ever tried to ruin them, for now at least.
Aria had been more than happy when Spencer had turned up outside the apartment an hour earlier, but the moment she stepped through the door Aria knew that something was wrong.
"Maybe you should come and stay with me, instead." Spencer asked, folding her arms tightly across her chest.
"Thanks, but I think I'm fine here with Ezra."
"No, really. It'll be better for school, and your studies. I've already organised it with my Mom."
"Spencer." Aria said sternly, shaking her head. "I like it here."
"But this is the one place you shouldn't be." Aria raised an eyebrow , gesturing for Spencer to continue. "Look where you're sat. Tell me that it doesn't make you feel uncomfortable to sit on." That shocked Aria. How had Spencer even found out about that? "Ella told me when I tried to visit you earlier."
"I don't see what you're getting at?"
"This place, this life, /him./" Spencer nodded her head in the direction of the bed, and both Ezra and Aria automatically caught on. "He's not good for you, Aria."
"Don't start Spencer..."
"I'm being serious. You need to get over what Wesley did, and being here won't help that. It's just a constant reminder."
Spencer's words were strangely true, but Aria wasn't going to admit that. She was far too stubborn to do that. One part of Aria wanted to tell Spencer that she was right, but she still wouldn't leave with Spencer. How dare she storm in here and practically force Aria to leave? It was absurd. She was here with her boyfriend, and wouldn't want to leave him for the world. This was where she /wanted/ to be.
"I think you better leave, Spencer."
"Aria..."
"No, don't. I'm fine here with Ezra, thanks for the offer."
"Okay, let's take a different approach. Aria, pack up your stuff and let's move." Spencer demanded, becoming agitated with Aria's stubbornness. All she wanted was for Aria to be safe, and happy. Being with Ezra was just a terrible reminder. Aria shot to her feet, pulling the door open.
"Bye, Spencer."
"Aria, come on..."
"I'll call you later, when you're thinking straight." Spencer was hurried out the door, and her and Aria stared at each other for a few moments, showing each other that none were giving up anytime soon. Then Aria gave up, and slammed the door shut in Spencer's face, sighing heavily as she leant against it.
"What the hell was that about?" Ezra muttered, sitting up in the bed to glance at his girlfriend.
"I guess our fortnight of no drama is up." She sighed, pulling her hair up into a messy bun. "Time to return back to our usual selves again." With a roll of her eyes, Aria poured herself another cup of coffee, pausing as a sudden rush of nausea rushed over her. Ezra slipped from the bed, just as Aria spilled out her stomach into the kitchen sink.
"You alright?" He said, quickly rushing over to check on her. Aria held her hand out, trying to stop Ezra from stepping any closer, but he did anyway, and began rubbing his hand soothingly along her back.
"I'm fine.." Aria muttered lowly, picking up her coffee cup, only for it to be taken from her grasp by Ezra, and set on the counter again.
"No more coffee." Ezra opened the cupboards to grab a glass, instead offering Aria a glass of water. "Go lie down for a little bit, I'll give my Mother a call, cancel tonight." Aria and Ezra had agreed to go to some huge event that she had organised that night. It was sure to be jam packed with all of his mothers friends, but they wanted to get out the house and do something. Both of them already had their outfits sorted out, but Ezra wouldn't allow Aria out of the house in this state.
The dress that she had picked out was truly the best thing that she had ever seen. It was amazing. It was just a dinner apparently, but Diane was sure to make a big deal out of it.
"I'm fine, Ezra. It's probably that Vegan take out we had last night." She shrugged, taking a seat on the sofa, resting her head in her hands. "Just give me an hour to get over it." Ezra rolled his eyes, the noise from his phone cutting him off. She managed to swoop it up first, throwing the phone on the sofa as she read the message.
"See, 'Wes' is gonna' be there, we have to go." Her tone was laced with sarcasm, a clear indication that she wasn't buying this for a second.
"Aria, come on... It could be food poisoning."
"We're going Ezra, and that's final."
He let out a loud groan, nodding in defeat.
"At least lie down, compromise with me here." Aria glanced over her shoulder at Ezra, shrugging before dropping down to lie on the couch.

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As predicted, the house was full of men in dark suits, and women in long dresses, a wide table in the middle of the room.
"Ready to get this over with?" Ezra whispered to Aria, one hand sitting on her waist, it was his was of claiming her. She glanced down at the short, dark purple dress that went out slightly at the waist, and then at the matching shoes. To say that Aria felt out of place was an understatement. Everyone looked so beautiful. "You look gorgeous, stop it." Aria glanced up at her boyfriend, brushing his hair in the correct direction.
"There, good to go." She quickly pressed a delicate kiss to his lips before taking his hand in her own. "Lead the way, Fitzgerald."