FLASHBACK CHAPTER. SETTING: Spencer's lake house.

"Spencer stop." Emily mumbled, pushing my shoulders backwards and walking past me. "Don't do that."

And to think I was so close to feeling Emily's lips on mine, "I'm sorry Emily. I just.." I paused, grabbing her hands again. "I'm not used to girls like you."

"Girls like me? What does that supposed to mean?"

"It means that all the girls that I've dated were stuck up and whiny.. even Sarah. But you.. you're far from stuck up and whiny. You.. god Emily, I-"

Emily's arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me into a tight hug. I smiled weakly, "Please don't walk away from again."

"I won't.. if you don't give me a reason." Her breath hot on my neck.

I broke the hug and pulled Emily over to the couch, making her sit on my lap. I wrapped my arms around her waist and my lips pressed firmly on her neck. She flinched a little, making me chuckle softly. "You won't have a reason to anymore."

"And why is that?"

"Because I won't give you a reason." I grabbed the remote from the side of the couch and turned on the television. "I don't like when you're angry or sad so I won't give you a reason."

It was silence for a while as both of our eyes were glued to the television, not knowing what we were watching. We were just watching it.. and apparently, enjoying it also. Emily leaned onto my shoulder, her right cheek, touching my left. I couldn't help but smile at her. She was so gentle and sweet when it comes to stuff like this (well she is Emily Fields, daughter of Wayne and Pam Fields. They taught her well.) .

"Spencer?" She called out, her eyes still on the television. I hummed, "Do you think you could ever get married again?" Shyness in her voice but she turned her head to look me in the eyes. I gulped, not knowing how to answer that question. I've never thought about getting married again, but now that she brought it up.. I honestly don't know. Maybe when I find the perfect person. Someone I know is really in love with me. Someone I know won't leave me.

"When I find the right person, maybe, yeah."

"What was it like?"

I scoffed. "It was kind of the best and worse days of my life.. and one of my most nervous days too. I never thought that I would get married."

"Why not?" She asked, now climbing off my lap and sitting next to me. Curiosity taking over.

"When I found out I was gay, I was a player. My first time was in a bathroom stall with someone I barely knew, I made out with a lot of random girls, and my father.. he didn't make it any better. He set me up on blind dates." I sighed heavily. "I don't know.. I just guessed I would always be a player. They used to call me 'Grab em and Smash em' Hastings."

"Oh wow.." Emily said nonchalantly. "How did you meet Alison then?"

"I used to date her brother.." I watched as her eyebrows furrowed. "I thought that me dating Jason would stop the thirsties around the school.. it didn't so.. I met Alison, we were sneaking around while I was with Jason. She told me that I needed to break up with Jason.. but I couldn't so she did it for me."

"Wait.." She scoffed. "Let me guess.. she outed you in front of everyone at the DiLaurentis family dinner."

"Yeah, how'd you know?"

"That used to be her 'tell everything dinner'. It was where she let out all her secrets. It was how the girls found out I was gay, it was how we found out about Hanna's not eating problem, and it was where we found out about Aria's dad and a teacher hooking up. She outed all of us at some point.. to her mother and father."

My face scowled like I had just got done drinking a whole gallon of spoiled milk. Wow, Alison really was cruel. How could she do that to her best friends?

"Wow." Was all I had to say.

"Yep." Her lips pursed together.

"Do you ever think about getting married?" I asked her.

"Definitely. I want kids so yeah, I want to get married." A small smile appeared on her face. "I thought I was going to marry Maya but, now she's gone."

"I'm sorry." My hand fell onto her back and gently rubbed it.

"No. No. It's fine.. I kind of want to marry someone else now."

My eyes rose in shock. My lips formed a lower case 'o' and I nodded.

"And who might that be?" I asked, disappointment crawling over my voice. "I bet she's a catch."

"Oh she is.. and it's a surprise." She smiled, glancing over at me.

"Okay, I gotcha."

My eyes found the television again and I still had no idea what was on. What the hell is this station anyway?

"I'm hungry." Emily spoke again. "Do you have anything here to eat?"

"How about we just order pizza?" I suggested, "On me. I'll pay for it."

Emily squealed in excitement which made me laugh a little. "Wow, I'll take that as a yes."

"How about a hell yes?" She laughed and I nodded.

Emily's phone chimed and she pulled it out of her pocket and answered. "Samara! Hey!"

Samara? Who was this Samara?

"Just hanging out with my friend.. yeah I'm staying over, why?... Oh I'm sorry maybe some other time?... Friday morning is perfect... okay, see you then. I'm glad you're back into town... okay bye." A huge smile was plastered onto her face as she hung up the phone and tossed it onto the couch.

"Who was that?" I asked, jealousy clear in my voice.

"Oh.. uh just a friend. Her name is Samara Cook. We wanted to be more at some point but she had to leave town. She wanted to catch up."

"Catch up." I said, nonchalantly. "I think she wants to do more than catch up with you."

Emily's cheeks flushed and she shook her head shyly. "No. It's not like that."

"Well I don't think you should go."

"Why not?"

"Because she comes back to town and calls you. Tell me that doesn't sound like someone who wants to be with you."

"Even if she did, is that a problem?"

My head fell. "Uh.. I just um.. You said you were looking for the right person and I don't think she's right for you."

"You haven't even met her." Emily's voice rising with every word.

"Don't yell at me." I said calmly. "Please."

"You don't know her and you're already judging her." She yelled at me and began walking upstairs, her feet stomping. Thump. Thump.

I immediately followed her as she went into the master bedroom. I stood in the door frame, staring at her. She was lying in bed observing the ceiling as if it were stars in the night sky. "I thought I told you to not walk away from me."

"And I thought I told you to not give me a reason."

"You did."

"But you still gave me a reason anyway."

"Can we just have one peaceful night without fighting? I'm sorry for judging her." I said, choosing not to say her name. "I just want what's best for you... and you know that already. Okay, I admit I got a little jealous and got carried away, but you.." I paused making my way over to Emily and sitting on the bed. "You are precious to me, Emily and I want you to be happy."

"Well that's not what it looks like. I told you we were just friends and we're going to stay that way. Samara and I are just friends, Spence." She said, trying to sound as firm as possible. She never took her eyes off the ceiling. "Spencer, I like you.. and only you right now."

"Emily.." I lied down next to her, surprised at her confession.

Do you know how long I've been waiting for her to say that to me.. without being drunk? "You said the same thing to me when you were drunk that night.. that's why I kissed you." I whispered.

Her head snapped towards me, her eyes wide with surprise. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"I was scared.. and confused.. and you were drunk."

"You still could have told me."

"I'm sorry." My hands fell on both sides of her face. "I'm sorry okay. Please forgive me. I won't keep anymore secrets from you."

"I'm not mad." She smiled in amusement. "Just surprised."

I sighed in relief as my hands fell from her face. She wasn't mad (thank jeebus!). No more fighting.. for now. No more jealousy.. I think. And no more secrets.. maybe. The door bell rang snapping me out of my thoughts.

"That must be the pizza." I scoffed. "Coming!"