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As we got back to my house, I got a phone call from Aria. "What's up?" I asked as I answered it, and Alison turned to watch my expression as I was on the phone.

"I need you to come with me. I'm going to intercept Melissa and talk to her about the Mona Team of Ali Hates, but I need a getaway car," Aria stated.

"Okay, I can do that, but Ali has to come to, which means that we're going to have to stay out of sight. Melissa will never admit anything if Alison is around," I stated, searching Ali's eyes to figure out what she was thinking as she did the same to me.

"That's fine. Pick me up in a few?" Aria asked.

"Yep, we'll be there," I answered. Aria ended the call and Alison raised an eyebrow. "We have to be Aria's getaway ride. She's going to intercept and talk to Melissa."

Ali raised both of her eyebrows. "I'm sure that will work out well," she said sarcastically. I rolled my eyes playfully and took her hand.

"Come on," I said, walking back toward the front door again.

"I'll go anywhere with you as long as you're holding my hand," Ali said playfully, and I couldn't help the blush that appeared on my cheeks. She squeezed my hand tighter in her own as we walked out of the house. I traced little shapes on the back of her hand, and then I flashed her a smile. Her cheeks were pink like how I imagined mine were too.

We had to release each others hands in order to get into my car, and I immediately missed the lack of contact. I almost felt like grabbing Ali's hand when we got into the car, but I figured that I should probably drive with both hands on the wheel.

I drove us to Aria's place, and she immediately ran out of her house and got into my backseat when we got there. "Okay we need to hurry, here's the address," Aria stated, shoving a piece of paper toward me.

"What time do we have to be there?" I asked, looking at the address. I didn't really recognize the street, so I took out my phone to get directions.

"Like half an hour," Aria answered.

"Drive, I'll get this," Alison insisted, taking the paper from me. Her hand brushed mine at the same time, and it felt like an electric shock. She locked eyes with me and I swore that I saw her beautiful blue ones sparkle. The moment only lasted about a second, and then I started driving while Ali looked for directions to the place on her phone.

"What are you going to say to her?" I asked Aria as I drove out of her neighborhood.

"I'll wing it," Aria answered, sounding nervous.

"Can we set up a phone call so we can hear what's going on?" I asked.

"Uh yeah, sure, but you can't say anything," Aria answered. "Or she'll hear."

"Here," Ali said, passing me her phone with the directions to me.

"Thanks," I returned, flashing her a smile before using the phone to find my way to wherever Melissa was going to be. Aria and Alison talked throughout the drive, but I didn't hear most of it as I drove.

When we got there, we parked a little down the road from the building that Melissa was supposed to be coming out from. "What is that place?" Ali questioned, and I shrugged.

"It looks like some kind of office or something," I answered.

"There she comes," Aria said, hopping out of the car and running to intercept Melissa on her way out of the building. As she hurried, my phone started to ring. It was Aria, so I answered it and put it on speaker and put it on mute so that Ali and I could talk without the other end hearing.

We saw Aria slip her phone into her pocket so that the microphone part was sticking outward and it would pick up sound easier.

"Hey, Melissa!" Aria said, approaching the Hastings and slowing her pace. "Didn't think I'd see you in this part of Rosewood."

"Oh, hey Aria," Melissa said quickly and awkwardly. I saw her running her hand through her hair. She looked a little nervous about talking to Aria.

"How are things?" Aria asked.

"She is so screwed," Ali said, looking at me nervously. "Melissa isn't an idiot."

I bit my lip nervously.

We heard Melissa through the phone, "Uh, not bad. How's Spencer? I haven't talked to her much since our parents… you know…"

"She's okay," Aria answered, shrugging. "She hasn't really talked about all of that with us very much."

Melissa let out a disbelieving laugh. "I find that hard to believe. You girls tell each other everything."

"It's a touchy topic for her," Aria stated, shrugging. "Hey, by the way, have you talked to Mona lately?"

"Smooth," I muttered sarcastically, and Ali and I met each other's gazes, sharing our concerns.

"Mona? Vanderwaal?" Melissa asked, giving Aria a weird look. "I can't remember the last time I spoke to her."

"Really? Because she mentioned that she talked to you recently when she and you and bunch of others were hanging out," Aria said, giving Melissa a questioning look.

"That was clever," Ali stated, and we both listened carefully for what Melissa was going to say next.

"Mona said that?" Melissa asked, sounding completely bewildered that Mona would say that, which was a good sign. "I uh, don't know what she was talking about."

"You don't?" Aria asked. "Okay. Mona tells lots of lies anyway, she was probably just messing with me. So I know you said that you haven't talked to Spencer much, but you have been in the house right? Like, your parents' house?"

"It's more like my mom's house now," Melissa answered, glancing around a little nervously. "Yeah I've been in there recently I guess. You know, I kind of have to be somewhere."

"Please, I only need to steal another second of your time," Aria argued. "Have you seen Ali much lately?"

"No," Melissa answered firmly.

"Well, she stayed at Spencer's a few times, you probably saw her stuff around, right? Maybe like her purse," Aria suggested.

"I wasn't in the house when Alison was in the house," Melissa dismissed quickly, clearly uncomfortable.

"Okay, well what about after she and Spencer left the other night?" Aria snapped. Melissa tried to sidestep her, but Aria anticipated the move and stepped with her. "Did you find what you were looking for?"

"Look, I don't know what you're talking about," Melissa snapped, her voice hushed now. "But if you know what's good for you, you'll get lost." The taller girl stepped around Aria now and stormed toward her car.

Aria barely waited half a second before heading back toward us. She ended the phone call as she got back in the car with us. "You get all that?" Aria asked us.

"Yep," I answered.

"Follow her!" Ali said suddenly, pointing to Melissa's fleeing car. I quickly pulled out of park and drove after the car.

"Why are we following her?" Aria demanded.

"Did you see her face when you told her that Mona said she was talking to her? Trust me, the first thing that bitch is going to do is find Mona and ask her what the hell is wrong with her. And then we'll have our proof," Alison stated.

We followed her through Rosewood and sure enough, she stopped at Mona's house. I voiced my thoughts, "So she's definitely part of Mona's team, like Paige said."

We saw Mona open the front door and let Melissa inside, and that was that. "We still don't know if she took your stuff, though," Aria muttered to Ali, who sighed.

"This wasn't particularly useful," Alison muttered.

"We better go before they realize that we're here," I said, driving past Mona's house and back in the direction of Aria's. "Want me to drop you off at your place, Aria?"

"Yeah, thanks," she answered, nodding. A few minutes later, Aria was heading back into her house and I was alone with Alison once again.

"Let's go back to your place," Ali said, before I could say anything. "I'm a little worn out now."

"Do you think that Melissa is the one who took the journals?" I asked quietly as I drove back to my house.

"I don't know," Ali answered, shrugging. "I don't know how Mona would've known about it, though. She could've stolen that stuff a long time ago. And she probably would've broken into it, you know? Like, why go through all the trouble of getting the key from Spencer's?"

"So you don't think it was Mona? Do you think it was someone else… like I mean, that A is someone else?" I wondered.

Ali leaned back in the seat. "What if it wasn't A?"

My eyebrows furrowed a little bit. "Who would it be if it wasn't A or Mona's team?"

I glanced at the blonde, who seemed to be thinking really hard. She sighed finally, as we were pulling into my driveway. "I don't know. Here's the thing, Em." She stopped me from getting out of the car, and I gave her a concerned look as I looked at her over the center console. "Hanna was there when I got that journal out of my drawer. And she saw me get the key from a picture frame and stick it in my purse."

"Are you saying that you think Hanna took your journals?" I asked. Ali shrugged.

"She's really mad at me, Em. She doesn't know whether or not she can trust me. What better way to find out than to read my thoughts straight out of where I wrote them?" Ali asked pointedly, frowning.

AAA

"Do you think she's going to read the one you wrote about me?" Emily asked, her voice quiet. I shrugged in response. "Do you want her to read that?"

"I didn't want anyone to read that," I stated, shrugging. "Aria saw a couple of the things in there before I gave it to you. Anyway, when I gave it to you, it was sort of like… for your eyes only, you know?"

Emily frowned, and I saw the gears turning in her head. "Should we call Hanna?"

"How well do you think that will go over?" I countered, sighing. "She's pissed off at both of us, Em."

"We could get Spencer or Aria to do it," Emily suggested, and I shook my head.

"If Hanna gets pissed off at all of us, then she's going to be A's next target. I don't want to take that risk. Let her just stay mad at us," I insisted.

"I could just try and talk to her about the journal," Emily tried again.

I sighed. "It gives me a bad feeling to think of Hanna reading that, but if she was ever my friend, then she won't read the whole thing. It'll be fine. I'd rather Hanna have those things than Mona or A."

"So you're pretty sure that Hanna has them?" Emily asked.

I shrugged. "Em, she was the only one who knew." Emily nodded that she understood, and then we both got out of her car.

As we walked into her house, I turned to her and suggested sexily, "We should pick up where we left off."

Emily smirked, and took my hands, giving me a lingering kiss on the lips, but she pulled away to say, "We can't, not with my mom here. That would not go over well." I pouted at the dark haired girl, who rolled her eyes playfully at me and pulled me into her kitchen. "Wanna eat something?"

I smirked at the question and avoided the inappropriate answer, in case her mom was lingering somewhere, and answered with, "I could eat."

We had a quick dinner that was pretty much just ham and cheese sandwiches, and then we went upstairs to Emily's room. She immediately collapsed onto her bed when we walked in, and I chuckled at her.

"Tired?" I asked. Emily shrugged in response, reaching her arms out toward me as if telling me to come and lay with her. I didn't hesitate to comply, going over to the bed and laying down next to her. I propped myself up on my elbow and looked down at her.

She smiled up at me and lifted a hand to gently brush some of my hair from my face. I felt my face turn pink, something I still wasn't used to, even though it seemed to be happening more and more lately. "Can I ask you something?" she asked me. I nodded, not trusting my voice. "Are we like… girlfriends?"

My breath caught in my throat, and though I knew exactly what I wanted to say, the word didn't want to come out. Emily looked at me expectantly, and finally, I forced myself out of this frozen state I was in. "If you want to be my girlfriend, I would honored to be yours," I told her, my voice coming out sounding cheesy. I leaned down to place a soft kiss against her lips, and she immediately moved her lips against mine. I loved that. I loved that even after all I'd put her through, she could still love me when I finally came around.

When I pulled back up, she was smiling at me. "Good," she whispered, before wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me toward her for a deeper kiss. As I positioned myself on top of her, it was completely by accident that my thigh slipped in between Emily's, eliciting a moan from her. I felt suddenly really proud that I could get any kind of reaction like that from her, considering my lack of experience in this department.

"Emily?" we heard suddenly, coming from outside Emily's room. I immediately pulled my lips away from hers and rolled off of her, trying not to breathe too obviously heavy as Emily's mom appeared in her doorway. "Oh, hello Alison. Are you two hungry?"

"We already ate," Emily answered. She was now propped up on both of her elbows.

"Okay," her mom said, and then she left the doorway. Emily looked down at me from where she was propped up, and I smiled innocently at her. She rolled her eyes playfully at me and then dropped off of her elbows to wrap her arms around me under the covers. I sighed and melted into the embrace.

"I love you," I whispered, curling into her. "I'm so glad that if I have to go through all of this shit, I have you to protect me."

"Me, too," Emily agreed, stealing a quick kiss from my lips before holding me more tightly. "And I love you too, Ali."

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