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It’s Friday night and instead of being over at Ezra’s; wrapped in his arms as he tries and fails to get me to stay awake during Chinatown, I’m curled up in my bed and silently crying while we break up. It’s only because of Byron, Ezra got fired from Hollis and now he has to go stay with his parents. We can’t even do this in person since Byron had forbidden me from going over there and refused to let Ezra come over as well. Hell, he even took my car keys and keeps walking past my room as if I’ll climb out my window or just vanish like magic. At least Ella would have let me gone over to Ezra’s, even if she had to stand outside his apartment. This is hell and I absolutely hate this; I can't even have the girls here with me either.

“I hate that we’re doing this over the phone.” Ezra said softly as I swallowed back a sob.

“Me too, but it’s probably better this way.” I told him, wiping the tears from my eyes.

“This wasn’t how it was supposed to end for us.” I whispered.

“I refuse to think of this as an ending and so should you. This is not our ending, not by a long shot.” He told me.

Maybe I’m right about it’s better that we break up over the phone, this way he can’t see me crying and it’d be harder for us both. As much as I want to point out that he had slightly agreed with Byron forbidding us from seeing each other tonight long before we even realized we had no choice but to break up. The last thing I want to do is start a fight while we’re breaking up. This is hard enough as it is without starting a fight that seems useless. Neither of us said anything as I just stared at my door, wiping my tears again. What else is there to even say at this point? We both agreed we need to break up, there’s nothing else for either of us to say.

“Hey, I love you Aria.” He said softly.

“I love you too Ez.” I responded, hoping he didn’t hear my phone crack.

I quickly pressed end as I couldn’t hold back my sobs any longer. Throwing my phone to the ground, I cried into my pillow. God, what the hell did I just do? I hung up on him! But I didn’t want him to hear me cry. We could have made it through this…. But he needs a job and Byron would do anything to sabotage it. He wouldn’t be able to stay in Rosewood for long without a job, staying at his parents’ could help him for a while as he figures out what to do now. Ella walked into my room and quickly got into my bed with me.

“You and dad can be happy now, it’s over between us.” I sobbed as she pulled me into her arms.

“It’s going to all be okay.” She whispered as I cried into her.

“No, it won’t, my heart is crushed and it’s never going to heal.” I sobbed.

“It may seem that way now, but I promise it will get better. It may take a while, but you will be okay. Listen to me honey, breaking up is never easy, I know that.” Ella said, rubbing my back.

“Isn’t that just a line from an ABBA song?” I choked.

“That doesn’t make it any less true.” She told me.

“Why don’t I go get the ice cream and some movies? Or would you rather lay here and wallow with some sad music? Either way, I’m staying right here with you.” She asked.

“Wallow.” I sobbed.

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Five years later

“Fortieth and seventh avenue.”

I looked up from my journal to see that the subway was already at my stop. Taking the subway is a lot faster than taking a taxi, and cheaper for my mom when she sends me money for my subway card. Quickly grabbing my stuff off the seat next to me, I stood up and followed everyone else off the subway. Finding an empty bench, I sat down and started putting my journal back into my bag. Glancing at my phone; it told me that I still have an hour left before having to be at work. All of a sudden, Hanna’s photo appeared and Last Friday Night started playing.

“Hey Han, how’s back at home?” I asked, standing up

“It’s not New York, that’s for sure. I always forget how different Rosewood is from the city. Still wish you came home too.” She said as I made my way towards the exit.

“You know why I couldn’t come back this time.” I reminded her.

“Yeah, yeah. I figured that was just an excuse for you told Ella because you didn’t want to explain why you and Matthew broke up.” She said.

“Aria, I know why you broke up with Matthew.. or any guy you’ve been with. It’s been five years already; you can’t keep expecting him to just appear back into your life. You need to move on.” She told me, hitting me where it hurts.

“I have to go, just got to work.” I lied and hung up.

“Thanks for that Han.” I muttered as someone pushed past.

“Move it lady!” They yelled.

Walking towards The New York Insider building, I smiled to myself. Even though there’s only a fifty percent chance I get the job offer at the end of the summer internship, I’m just happy I was even selected to even work here just for the summer. Even if it’s only for ten weeks, working at The New York Insider has been a dream of mine along with becoming an author. After being stalked for two years and barely escaping the dollhouse senior year, I needed to get out of Rosewood for college. Glancing at my lock screen of me and the girls at graduation, we’ve barely seen each other since then. Even though we’re both in New York, I’ve barely seen Hanna. Anytime we make plans to meet up, one of us always cancels or declines for one reason or another. Hell, Hanna, and Caleb were supposed to meet me and Spencer in Italy last summer but canceled with no reason at the time. But it turned out they broke up; Hanna has refused to talk about it at all. She begged me once to bring her to a NYU party after their breakup but she changed her mind at the last minute.

“Aria! Having your usual?” Jackson, the lobby barista asked as I walked over.

“Actually, I’m in the mood for something new today. Can I just get a medium iced salted caramel mocha?” I asked, handing him my coffee punch card and he gave me a look.

“I know I haven’t known you that long. But I can tell something’s upsetting you.” He said carefully, starting on my mocha.

“Not sure if I’m ready to talk about it yet.” I told him.

“Hey, when or if you feel like talking, you know where to find me.” He said.

“Thanks Jackson, how much?” I asked.

“On the house.” He said and I frowned at him.

“I’m not taking this for free.” I said and he held up my punch card – oh, that’s why I have free coffee today.

“I know you don’t like it when I give you free coffee. Don’t you remember your first day here?” He reminded me, trying not to laugh at the memory.

“Because you’re not supposed to be giving coffee for free.” I reminded him.

“Here you go, and here’s a new punch card. Make sure to pay attention to it.” He joked and I laughed.

“Ha, ha. Thanks, I’ll see you later.” I told him.

Walking towards the elevators, I watched as journalists start their day either at their computer already or talking by the water fountain. I still remember my first day here, Jackson eased my nerves and tried giving me my coffee for free. Of course, with my nerves I had thought it was some sort of test to see if I’d steal from the company or something. But he will never let me live it down now, it’s literally our oldest inside joke. As I walked past a mirror, I quickly checked to make sure my black short sleeve embellished blouse was still tucked into my leopard print skirt. I hurried onto the elevator and took a sip of my coffee, so glad I went with this. The elevator opened and everyone on our floor were already in their briefings or already at work as I made my way towards my desk.

“Montgomery.”

I turned to see Jade; the other NYU student that had been accepted into the internship program. When we first started, I thought we could have been friends since we were both interns and from the same school, but she made it clear from day one that she will never be my friend. She also made it quite clear that she’ll do whatever it takes for her to get the job that’s offered at the end of the internship at the end of summer. Of course, from what happened in my junior and senior year and my nerves on the first day; I thought she was going to kill me. James had to calm me down, which led to us realizing we had been on the same train ride and we decided to sit with each other on the train in the morning. The funny thing is about both mine and Jade’s journalism career paths; I want to go into arts and Leisure journalism while Jade wants to go into political journalism.

“Jade, Aria, James, Parker, glad you’re all here. Briefing in my office – two minutes.” Amanda said, poking her head out of her office.

“Morning Aria.” Parker said walking up.

“Hey Parks.” I greeted her.

I grabbed my note pad off my desk, leaving my bag behind and followed Jade towards Amanda’s office. Never thought I would enjoy briefings so much, hearing about different things going on and waiting to see if I’ll be helping Parker or James. Just hope Amanda won’t put me and Jade on an article together again, that was torture and I had been held hostage in a doll like sort of trap and even got shot. Jade had pretty much taken over the whole thing, forcing me to just do small edits until James caught wind and told Jade to be a team player. If we were only being tested on how we work with others I’d have the job already.

“And Aria, I have an article for you to write. Parker, I want you on this as well for photos.” Amanda said, looking at me and Parker.

“Aria?” Jade asked, shocked and Parker secretly nudged me.

“Yes. Now Aria, have you heard of the Fitzgerald art gallery up in Manhattan?” Amanda asked and I nodded

“It’s owned by the Fitzgerald family since nineteen twenty eight, the original owners opened the door when they came across some well-known art pieces. But it didn’t become popular until nineteen sixty. It’s been closed for a few months due to renovations.” I answered.

“Love that you already knew that. Anyway, tonight’s the grand reopening and the opening night for a brand new collection. I’m sure you already figured this out already, but you are the one I’m sending in to do the interviews and write the article. I want it on my desk in six weeks; by the end of the day Friday. I’ll give you your tickets when you leave.” She said and I nodded.

“Now, Jade. I need that interview with the Mayor from Last week by the end of the day. That’s all I have for this morning, go on and get to work now.” Amanda dismissed us.

“How the hell did you know that about the Fitzgerald gallery?” Jade hissed as soon as we were out of Amanda’s office.

“Had to do a class report on it once and read about the renovations in the paper a while back. The current owner, Dianne Fitzgerald, is the great granddaughter of the original owners. She has two sons; Wesley and there’s an older one as well but he doesn’t seem to like the limelight as much as his younger brother.” I told her and she rolled her eyes.

“That should have been my article!” She snapped, before walking away.

“Yeah, because political journalists should totally be writing articles on art gallery re openings.” Parker said sarcastically as we made our way to our desks.

“How did any of us not burst out laughing at Jade’s response to you getting an article?” James asked.

“There’s my train buddy.” I joked.

“Sorry to ditch you this morning.” He apologized.

“It’s Harmony’s birthday, don’t apologize for spending time with your daughter on her birthday. Did you give her the gift yet?” I asked, sitting down.

“Yes, it took both me and Beth to convince her not to bring it to day camp for show and tell.” He said with a chuckle.

“Glad she liked it.” I told him.

“I have to go, there’s a summer basketball championship over at central park that Amanda wants me to cover. See you two at lunch. Did you want to go out or did you bring lunch?”

“I brought lunch today… well, more like Lauren made me take leftovers…. Sent some for you too. But if it helps, it doesn’t taste bad, not like the casserole Riley made.” I told him

“Parker and Aria, forgot to mention that you can have half a day today. So, you can do any more research on the family or even the gallery itself. Or get an outfit if you need too.” Amanda said, poking her head out of her office again.

“Thank you.” I responded; glad I don’t have to deal with Jade all day.

“You mean, I have to go home by myself?” James asked, pretending to be hurt.

“Well, I had to come in by myself so ha. But why don’t I get you tacos tomorrow from that taco cart to make up for it?” I suggested.

“No, win this competition. I do not want to work with Jade after this summer is over.” He told me quietly.

“I’ll try but it’s a fifty-fifty chance.” I reminded him.

“Make it hundred-zero chance. I’m rooting for you.” He said.

“Thanks James.”

……

Walking towards the fountain at central park, I saw Riley waiting for me. Hopefully he’ll go with me even though I know it’s not something he’d choose to do. But I’m not going to beg him to come, although I know he’d most likely come if I tell him that Parker will be there. Him having a crush on her is quite obvious. He refuses to do anything about it as I’m his best friend and roommate and I’m also friends with Parker and work with her.

“I’m starving, so give me whatever news you have right now.” He told me.

“I have two tickets to see an art gallery grand reopening since I’m doing an article on it for work. Would you want to come with?” I asked.

“You didn’t ask Lauren or Spencer first?” He questioned, arching an eyebrow.

“They’re both working. Even though we both know Spencer would come down, she’s nearly two hours away and she has classes in the morning. Besides…Parker will be there.” I explained.

“Why didn’t you just say Parker would be there first? But what’s up with everyone still hanging around when it’s summer?” He asked.

“I got classes, and my internship. You have your summer class too; Spencer wants to graduate early and lock down a permanent job at the law firm she’s at after graduation.” I reminded him.

“But she wasn’t even going to be taking summer classes until two weeks before finals.” He pointed out.

“She doesn’t exactly want to face her family right now.” I said

If it hadn’t been for Melissa and Mrs. Hastings, Spencer would be back in Rosewood with Emily, Maya and Hanna and working at her dad’s firm. He had even promised that Spencer could stay in the barn this summer, as long as she worked for him and was even allowing her boyfriend Sterling to stay with her. But in good ole Hastings manner, Melissa swooped in with some sob story about how she and Wren were fighting and she needed to get away for a while to ‘figure out’ some things after being told that Spencer and Sterling would be staying in the barn. Without even mentioning it to Spencer or Mr. Hastings, Mrs. Hastings just let Melissa stay there and as usual it resulted in an argument with no one on Spencer’s side. Fortunately for Spencer, this all happened before it was too late and she managed to sign up for a few summer courses that could help her graduate faster and Caleb is letting her crash with him. She had checked with Hanna to see if she’d be okay with that but according to Spencer, Hanna didn’t seem to care.

“What about Lauren? She isn’t even going to classes.” Riley questioned, snapping me out of my thoughts

“She’s working, two jobs might I remind you. Her parents might be paying her part of the rent but she’s on her own when it comes to her tuition and her financial aid only covers so much. Give her some credit here, she’s working hard.” I told him

“Yeah, shaking her ass and taking her clothes off over at After Party is such hard work.” He said, rolling his eyes.

“Hey! Your parents are paying your tuition AND your part of the rent. I was lucky enough to get a scholarship with Ella and my stepdad covering my part of the rent, Lauren wasn’t as lucky as we were. College is expensive, be nice about her job. She’s even lucky her parents are covering her part of the rent.” I scolded him.

“Sorry.” He said.

It’s still pretty unbelievable that I got a scholarship to NYU; it’s been my dream school for as long as I can remember. I still remember the day I knew it was the school for me; Mr. Hastings brought me with him and Spencer while he was showing her different universities when we were six. He was set on her going to an Ivy league but still showed us NYU, as we had walked around the campus I just knew it was my school. Plus, NYU is close enough to come home for long weekends if I wanted to visit mom and Daniel. Of course, it wasn’t sunshine and rainbows with Lauren when we met Freshman year. Then once we got closer and we decided to get our own apartment last year, it’s only been better and better.

“We have to go shopping for clothes, don’t we?” He realized and I nodded.

“I know that you do not have a nice shirt anywhere in your room, or nice shoes. It’s just one trip and it’s for me. I’m your favorite roommate.” I pointed out, trying to soften the torture that’s to come to him.

……

As much as I love that Riley agreed to come with tonight, I do wish Spencer was here instead. She would have made me feel better about being here. Art may be one of my passions, but it’s all wealthy and sophisticated people here and I’m starting to feel uneasy… as if I don’t belong here. Riley glanced over at me and gave me a small smile. Somehow, we nonverbally decided to match our outfits tonight when we had gone shopping earlier. He had a red button down shirt and black slacks and dress shoes, while I had a red knee length short sleeve bodycon dress with two cutouts on each side. Somehow I found a leopard print blazer that matches with my leopard print peep toe heels, but Riley threatened not to come when I jokingly suggested he gets a belt to match my blazer and heels.

“It reminds me of him.” I said, looking around.

“What?” Riley asked.

“Being in this gallery reminds me of my first date with Ezra.” I explained and he realized who I was talking about.

“Just call him.” He said.

“I have called him, near the end of my senior year and after I went low contact with Byron… his number isn’t even his anymore and I have no way of looking him up. It’s like Ezra Fitz never existed.” I told him.

“Hey, I’m not too late am I?” Parker asked, rushing over.

“You’re fine, it hasn’t officially started yet.” I reassured her.

“The taxi took a wrong turn and they dropped me off at the corner. I was expecting that fountain in the lobby to have fish in it.” She added.

“Someone was about to turn it into a wishing fountain.” I said, motioning to Riley

“I’m going to use the restroom before this thing starts.” He excused himself.

“Do you want anything to drink? I’m going to get some water from the bar and double check my equipment.” Parker asked.

“I’m good, thanks.” I told her.

Parker and Riley both walked to do their own thing, I admired the new renovations and compared the photos of before that were still fresh in my mind. Finding a small corner where I wouldn’t be in the way of anybody or any of the art, I flipped a few pages of my notepad. I want to get as many details of the renovations as possible before there’s a chance of me forgetting something I have in my mind now. Even though this is just the first draft and not even in order or anything, I want it to be as detailed as I can get it before typing it out and editing later. Even though Amanda gave me extra time, I’m not risking making one little mistake in my notes. Is this what Spencer feels like when she wants her school work to be two hundred percent perfect? Taking a deep breath, the words just flowed out.

The lobby is newly modernized, yet still elegant and even has a small pond (kids may want to turn it into a wishing fountain). The floor was a marble white with the walls being a stone beige except where the paints brought color to the room. Each wing had been freshly repainted and even though they’re all the same – it’s like you’re in a different gallery. The moment you step into The Fitzgerald art gallery of York Ave, you know it’s not like any other art museum or gallery, even the outdoor space isn’t like any other as well – gorgeous waterfront view. The hallway leading towards the outdoor area is like a sophisticated Alice in Wonderland, except there’s no human shrinking or growing five times their normal height.

I looked up just in time to see Parker and Riley walking back over as who I believe is Mrs. Fitzgerald took the stage. There seems to be only her younger son Wesley and a tall blonde up there with her. Whoever her eldest is, he must really hate the limelight if he’s not here or just somewhere in the crowd instead of with his family. Quickly glancing around, I shook my head. There’s no way Ezra’s here tonight, of the places in the world, why here? I’m going crazy. That guy looked so much like him, from his hair to his face, literally has the same silhouette as him. Shaking my head, I tried to force Ezra out of my mind. The last thing I need right now is the memory of him distracting me, that can happen to me during class but not tonight.

“Thank you all for joining my family and myself here tonight in celebration of our grand reopening and opening night of our newest collection. Not only are we celebrating the grand reopening, but also my eldest son’s engagement to his wonderful and beautiful fiancée Victoria. Please, enjoy yourselves.” She said as we all clapped.

“Have you seen the restroom?” Riley whispered and I shook my head.

“There’s an attendee there.” He said, impressed.

“I’ll have to check it out later, I have to go meet Mrs. Fitzgerald over there for the interview.” I said shakily.

“Break a leg. Just remember, you got this.” He winked.

“Please do not get too drunk.” I begged.

“I was planning on doing that after this thing.” He told me.

I quickly turned and made my way towards the painting that Amanda emailed me to meet Dianne Fitzgerald at. Seeing Mrs. Fitzgerald talking to some people as she made her way over, I took a deep breath and glanced at the painting next to me. Admiring it, it reminded me of when I was seven and had taken a break from wanting to work for The New York insider and be an artist for a year. Ella had put me in so many weekend classes and even sent me to a summer art camp. Pretty sure she still has every single piece of art I’ve made, even the ones when I was two and just scribbled on everything. Of course, I would scribble on the wall when she was taking care of Mike and then she’d photographed it each time after putting me in time out.

“Hello, I’m Dianne Fitzgerald. I apologize for keeping you waiting.”

“Oh, it’s no problem. I was just admiring this painting.” I said, looking at the painting again.

“You’re from the New York Insider, correct?”

“Yes, I am.” I answered.

“You look so young to be a journalist.” She said.

I’m actually just interning for the summer until my senior year at NYU.” I explained.

“Aren’t I supposed to be interviewing you?” I asked with a smile.

“Why don’t we start with the painting that started it all for my family.” Mrs. Fitzgerald suggested, motioning to follow her.

“What did you say your name miss?” She asked, leading me towards ‘The Wedding at Cana’ by Paolo Veronese.

“Aria.” I answered.

“What an exquisite name.” She complimented.

“Thank you.” I said.

“When did you start collecting art?” I asked.

“I’ve been doing this for as long as I can remember. My parents; Lyle and Frances Fitzgerald had found this painting on their honeymoon in Italy back in nineteen sixty. Even though the gallery had already been open for a few decades already, this one is the one that really made the gallery what is it today. As they realized the gallery was becoming a huge success, they started searching for more pieces and dealers. Even started buying pieces from other museums and gallerias.” She said.

“Wow, that’s amazing. Did you always want to follow in their footsteps?” I questioned.

“Absolutely, I was practically raised here when not traveling the world to help look for new pieces or in school. I knew nothing else and I wanted to take over one day.” She explained.

“Is there something that makes this collection different from the others?” I inquired.

“Other collections are mostly muted oil paintings or muted and or neutral colors, while this collection is a combination of pop art and realism. I met the artist in Milan while looking for pieces and just fell in love with his work – especially this collection.” She answered.

“What can you tell us about the artist?”

“He is a magnificent up and coming artist in Milan. Unlike other artists we’ve showcased here before, he takes two or more different art styles and brings them together.” She told me.

“Will this collection be here for people to see permanently or is it for a limited time?” I asked.

“It’s definitely here to stay. I’d hate to cut this short, but I do have other people to see.” She answered.

“Of course. Thank you so much for your time Mrs. Fitzgerald.” I said.

“Absolutely, enjoy the rest of the party.” She responded.

Looking around for Riley, I blinked a couple times when I thought I saw Ezra. This is seriously going to drive me insane, of all the states – how could he be in New York? He didn’t really ever talk about his family, let alone where he came from. If he did happen to be in New York, why wouldn’t he ever try to reach out to me? We would have only been one state away, just a few hours away. Catching Riley’s eye, he waved me over and I made my way towards him. Passing some socialites and well known insurance agents, I nearly froze when I heard them talking.

“Ezra Fitzgerald, it took him two years with Victoria to propose.” One of them commented.

“I heard his mother did everything; bought the ring herself and just told them they’re getting married but still made him propose.” Another gossiped along.

“No, she just told him to propose or that she’d do it for him. Her other son Wesley told my son when they were at the vacation house in Aspen.”

Trying not to make it obvious that I overheard them, I looked around for Riley again – forgetting where he had been at. Even though I only spoke with her for a few moments, I didn’t get that vibe from her. Chanel and pearls on a Saturday morning for sure that kind of vibe. But I would never guess that she’d force her son to propose. Of course, it’s just my luck that her eldest son’s name is Ezra. Nope, I’m not going there. Riley came up and handed me some sort of hors d'oeuvres. Of all the names in the entire universe, why did it have to be the name Ezra? I took his hand and lead him to another area.

“What’s the matter?” He asked, sensing it.

“It’s so stupid… the eldest son of Mrs. Fitzgerald, his name is Ezra. Maybe it’s my mind, but I swear I keep seeing him.” I told him.

“There could be thousands of guys in New York, let alone in the world named Ezra. As much as I’m sure you want it to be him, it might be your imagination. You did say this place reminded you of your first date.” He reminded me

“I know, I know.” I muttered.

“Besides, what’s the chances of him even being here tonight of all the places in the country and of all nights?”

“I tried telling myself that.” I said.

“Kill me later.” Riley said and tickled me, making me laugh.

“Hate you.” I giggled.

……
Ezra’s pov

Standing with a few of my mother’s oldest friends- no, more like connections. Any friend my mother has ever had no longer talks to her due to one reason or another, usually that they realized they have morals or she ruined their reputations for something petty. These connections have all been trying to get me to quit my job and come work for them, despite my literature degree would not be any help at their companies. Edward; he’s known my mother for about twenty nine years and has been going on about how his company has the best benefits and I know without having to ask him or Thomas, Howard, Mark, John, or even my mother herself that she asked them to get me to work for one of them. She hates the fact that I refuse to give up teaching. It’s one of the only things that I have that is just mine. I had to get a penthouse to please my mother since she didn’t approve of me staying with Hardy or even crashing at her place after a while and I needed to get out of her stupid mansion.

“What you need is a career change, you should come work for me at my insurance company. Work hard enough and you could be CEO. Whatever you’re making, I’ll triple it. “ Edward said as I heard a laugh.

“Thank you for that generous offer, but I love teaching over at Columbia and am quite content there. Excuse me for a moment.” I told them all.

Without waiting for their response, I quickly turned and started following the laugh. People saw me and said something about the gallery or something about my engagement, I don’t know which one but I thanked them as I kept following where I heard the laugh. The laugh I knew better than the back of my hand… it has to be her. All of a sudden, I saw her after five years. She had a red knee length bodycon dress and a leopard print blazer. God, my Aria has barely changed in the last five years except her hair is shorter. But I had known it was her, I’d know that laugh anywhere even if it’s been years since I last heard it – I just had to confirm it. Seeing her in that dress, it brought me back to our first public date.

Flashback – October 2010

I watched Aria walk up the backstairs to my apartment building. She deserves a proper date, even though it might be our only public date. So, I had rented a limo instead of ordering the train tickets like she tasked me with. God, I’ve never been this nervous before - hell I didn’t even know which shirt to wear with this tie she got me. Watching her press the buzzer again, I pulled my phone out anticipating her call to see why I’m not letting her up.

“Hi.” I answered coolly.

“Hey, where are you?” She asked

“You look good.” I responded and she turned around confused until she saw me.

End of flashback

God, she looks beautiful in that red dress. Of course, Victoria has multiple red dresses…. But none compared to Aria’s. Nothing could ever compare when it comes to Aria, she was the best thing that ever happened to me and I lost her. When she hung up that night, I knew she hung up to cry and didn’t want me to hear. Hell, I cried over her for what felt like forever and I never cried over a girl before, not when Maggie ran off without a goodbye or when Jackie ended our engagement for no reason. Aria wasn’t just another girl, she’s the one for me. After struggling all these years not to reach out… she’s so close to me physically.

“Darling, what is it? Also, your mother wants us over for a photo.” Victoria asked, walking up.

“Aria’s here.” I said, unable to look away in case Aria disappeared.

“Who?” Victoria questioned.

“Aria Montgomery.” I said.

“Your ex-girlfriend?” She asked.

I didn’t need to respond; she knew by the look on my face. Without thinking, I started making my way towards Aria. I need to see her up close, hear her say my name...talk to her after all these years. What am I even doing with Victoria? God, why are there so many goddamn people here? Just as I was a few feet away from my Aria, I stopped in my tracks. She’s here with another guy, who’s holding her hand as she’s leading him towards the sculptures. Of course, she moved on. I did too but I never stopped being hers even though she clearly stopped being mine. Add the fact I didn’t move on willingly the way she had.

…….
Aria’s pov

Watching Parker start taking the photos, I felt my heart start beating like crazy. It hadn’t been my imagination; Ezra really is here. I stared at Ezra as he walked up to his mom - who apparently is Dianne Fitzgerald with some blonde woman. I realized the blonde was Victoria… his fiancée Victoria. She laughed at something he said. He really had this life waiting for him when he left Rosewood. It was never going to be us, especially since this is his real life. Wealth, sophisticated art galleries, beautiful blonde Blair Waldorf wannabes on his arm. Her dress is cute though, off the shoulder, white but mostly covered in red flowers. Looks like a Marc Jacobs dress but I could be wrong. God I hate Hanna for making me study all those designers’ styles with her. Just as she kissed him, I looked away and turned to Riley. It pissed me off seeing Simone and Jackie flirt with him but this… this hurts. Because he isn’t mine, not anymore.

“I have to leave.” I told Riley.

“What are you talking about?” He asked concerned, unaware Ezra’s here.

That guy… Ezra Fitzgerald.” I started but he cut me off.

“Aria, again, there are probably thousands of guys named Ezra in the world, let alone New York.” Riley told me.

“No! That really is Ezra. I mean, it really is my Ezra… wait, he’s not even my Ezra anymore. He-he’s someone else’s Ezra.” I croaked and he gently held me by my shoulders.

“Tonight- forget about him. This is your night, your big article for the New York Insider. Don’t let anything that has to do with your past with Ezra get in the way of why you’re even here: you getting your big break.” He told me.

“What’s the chance you even run into him? If you do, just pretend you don’t know him. For all he knows, you could have memory loss and not remember anything.” He added.

“It feels like I don’t even know him anyway. He never told me his real last name or that this is his life.” I said, ignoring his memory loss comment.

“Stay by my side for the rest of the night?” I asked, knowing I wouldn’t be able to make it through without him.

“You got it.” He responded.

“But how am I supposed to pretend I don’t know him? I gave him my heart five years ago and… he still has it. I’m still in love with him Riles, even though us being together is long gone.” I complained.

“Again, it’s not like you’re going to bump into him. There’s a lot of people here. I know I said I’d stay by your side but you did drag me here and there are free drinks. Want anything?” He asked, noticing the bar.

“White wine. I’m going over to the sculptures, meet me over there.” I answered and he nodded.

He walked away and I turned around, bumping into someone. Looking up, I realized that I was looking into Ezra’s eyes. The eyes that have been in all my good dreams since the day I met him, his eyes that I haven’t been able to look into personally since before we broke up. This cannot be happening; damn I blame Riley for jinxing this! Five years and this is how we meet again? Me walking straight into him like a moron? Shit, what did Riley say to do if I ran into Ezra? Memories of him and I together bursted out of the file in my mind that I put them long ago, a file that I thought was mostly secured since a memory does pop up once in a while but not like this. Before I could say anything he spoke up, it feels like we’ve just been staring at each other forever.

“Aria…” He finally and my heart started beating like crazy again at the sound of his voice.

“Sorry, do I know you?” I quickly asked.

“Aria, come check this painting out.” Riley said, from a few feet away before Ezra could respond.

“Excuse me, again, I’m so sorry.” I said and hurried towards Riley.

“Can you explain this painting to me?” He asked, knowing not to say anything right now.

“Riley, you need directions to make a hot pocket explained to you.” I joked as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders.

……..

Riley rubbed my back as I downed the last of the black cherry schnapps in my glass. He wasn’t going to say anything about my drinking or anything that happened tonight. Of course, Ezra moved on, why wouldn’t he? I looked between my purple plastic cup and the bottle. I reached for the bottle and took a swig. God, he likes blondes that give Blair Waldorf vibes now? She looked like the perfect poster wife, with her stupid button nose and her stupid blonde hair and her stupid lips that were on MY Ezra… wait a minute, he stopped being mine long ago, he stopped caring about me and us long ago.

“Want me to make you something to eat? I’m sure we have some leftover pizza or I think we still have those ramen cups you like.” He asked, I burst into tears and he pulled me into his arms.

“Fight for him, you did it before.” He said softly, I shook my head.

“So, you’re just not going to fight for him?” He asked,

“He’s engaged Riley! I haven’t seen him in five damn years and he’s getting married.” I sobbed.

“I’ve been waiting for him… but he didn’t wait for me.” I choked out.

……
Ezra’s pov - few hours later

Staring out the window at the city, I couldn’t stop thinking about Aria. Of all the cities and even states in the country, she’s now in New York. Was she looking for me? But she had a date and they seemed pretty serious. Does he know about the love she had once shared with me long ago or had she forgotten all about us? I took another sip of my scotch that I poured an hour ago and barely touched. There’s no way Aria could have forgotten the love we had, there has to be a reason she was pretending not to know me. Just then I felt a hand on my shoulder, I glanced away from Manhattan’s lights to see Victoria in some pink satin slip, pretty sure she had it sent from Paris after she and her mom went last month.

“Come up to bed, I want to give you your engagement present.” She whispered.

“In a bit.” I said.

“Send him up in five minutes if he’s still down here.” I heard Victoria say.

Since it was obvious she wasn’t talking to me, it only told me that Hardy just got home. It went silent as Victoria went upstairs. Even though I told her I’d be up in a bit, we both knew I wouldn’t be up there until I knew that she was completely fast asleep. How could I be with her in that way and be thinking of Aria? Wish I could have spoken with Aria… but she chose to pretend she didn’t know me. Of all the people from my past, it had to be her. Why tonight and not two years ago? All I could say was her name, but it felt so good to say her name again.

“Dude, what are you doing? You could actually be getting some! Time after time, you find any excuse not to have sex with her… what’s holding you back?” He said.

“Aria’s here.” I said.

“Wait… here?” He asked, completely shocked.

“No. Not here, here you idiot. Here.. in New York city of all places. She was at the gallery tonight, doing the interviews for The New York Insider.” I told him

“She moved on..” I trailed off; my mind unable to shake the memory of that guy holding her hand.

“So did you man.” He said carefully.

“You know I didn’t want to, or even have a choice in that.” I reminded him.

Chapter Text

Despite my sunglasses and the shade from the trees,  I shielded my eyes and groaned. What the hell was Riley thinking when he said I should work on my article m on campus? My head is killing me, and the sun is brighter than usual. As if trying to punish me for getting drunk last night. Or maybe it was Riley who wanted to punish me for drunkenly almost going home with some random guy. Staring at my article, my mind was only thinking of Ezra. It’s ridiculous, I never should have actually thought we’d be together again. We were on two separate paths back then - he had been my teacher!

“Aria!” 

Flinching, I saw Todd from my creative writing class striding  over. We’ve worked together in the past, and I’ve read some of his assignments. His writing  isn’t bad, not as good as…. STOP THINKING ABOUT HIM. Taking a deep breath, I pulled my poker face and hoped Todd wouldn’t notice that I'm completely hung over. I need to make a mental note to kill Riley later for making me work out here. God, my head is throbbing and my Advil hasn't kicked in yet.

“Hey Todd.”

“I see you’re busy, so I’ll make this quick. So, I was wondering if you wanted to go out tonight? If you’re not busy.” He said. 

“Yeah, I’d like that.” I told him.

“Great, I’ll pick you up at six then.”

There’s no reason why I shouldn’t go out with Todd. The last five years while I waited to be with Ezra again, ending any relationship before it could get too serious… he was getting with Victoria and getting engaged. He moved on…. I need to move on too. Even if the idea breaks my heart. It would never be me and Ezra at the end, we were never going to meet again. At least not the way I hoped and waited for.

……

Lauren walked into our room and sat next to me at my desk. She didn’t say anything as she started touching up my hair. God, I’ve never been nervous - this nervous for a date before. Not even when I got back with Noel senior year, or even when I had my first date with Jason. The only time I ever felt this nervous was when I had my first date with…. No, Aria, don't! Don’t you dare start thinking about him . You are moving on just like he did. Staring at the alarm clock in our room, I sighed. Todd is forty five minutes late. Maybe it was just some joke that he asked me out, or even a bet like ‘ How to lose a guy in ten days’ or even ‘10 things I hate about you ’. Maybe it’s my karma for letting Matt go because I never got over Ezra. God, Matt had been so incredible… Yet I let my belief that Ezra and I would be together again control my romantic life.

“Breathe, maybe he’s the type of guy who’s always late. But if you want to come home at any time, text Riley and he’ll find a way to get you home. Babe, I know I said I’d help you get ready but once you leave I’m going to be dead to the world.” She continued.

“Does Riley know you’re offering his help?” I questioned and she nodded.

“I don’t like this guy.” Riley said, walking in.

He plopped down onto Lauren’s bed and we looked at him. Lauren snapped her fingers and pointed at him to get off her bed. How these two have not killed each other already is beyond me, they’re almost always at each other’s throats about one thing or another and it’s gotten worse since Lauren and Nick broke up last year. The fact neither of them moved out because of the other is shocking but I’m glad they’re both still here. Riley grunted before getting off her bed and plopping himself onto my bed.

“Todd seems like a good guy; I’ve worked with him a couple times for class projects.” I told him

“He’s late and he’s the one who set the time. Just because he seems like a nice guy doesn’t mean he is.” Riley pointed out.

“Did you tell her?” He asked, looking at Lauren.

“Yes, butt face, I told her to text you if she needs too. But if you wake me up as a ploy to bring her home I will freaking murder you.” She said.

“Wouldn’t want you to miss out on your much needed beauty sleep.” Riley mocked her.

“Guys knock it off, I’m nervous about this date without having to worry about whether I’ll be coming home to one or two roommates later.” I told them.

“Ah, she has decided not to hop in the sack with this guy already. Good girl.” Riley said and quietly applauded me.

“Whether she sleeps with him or not, is up to her. Besides, she could decide to bring him here.” Lauren responded, winking at me.

All of a sudden, our buzzer went off and Riley went to let him up. I felt my stomach knot up and Lauren took my hands in hers; maybe my heather pink cold shoulder dress was a bad idea. Helping me up, she looped her arm through mine and all of a sudden my legs felt like jelly. I haven’t felt this nervous since my first public date with Ezra. Spencer and Emily almost had to force me into my car, but that was then and this is now. It’s time to finally move on from Ezra, even if it kills me knowing we’ll never be back together. What was I thinking? That’d end it with his fiancée just to be with me? That only happens in the movies. Lauren looked at me as we made our way to the living room and I knew that she was aware of my thoughts.

“One date does not automatically mean you’ll start dating. But maybe you’ll actually have something in common with him. You look amazing” She whispered just as Todd looked over at us.

“You look smoking.” He said, eyeing me up and down.

“No killing each other while I’m gone.” I told Lauren and Riley.

“There’s this new place on Waverly place.” Todd said, leading me out.

…….

Staring at Todd’s tv, I internally groaned that I don’t have Lauren’s attitude when she has to deal with horrible customers. He hadn’t asked me what movie I would have liked to watch – he just turned on some movie called Alpha House. My stomach grumbled; the only thing I had been able to eat was a salad since he brought me to a fast food joint that had no vegetarian options. Ezra would never have been so late for a date or taken me to a fast food place where the only thing I could have was a salad or fries. Hell, he ate French vegan food for me multiple times once I went full vegetarian. When I had told him that I was going vegetarian, Ezra even helped me through the transitioning. Of course, Ezra wouldn’t have burped anytime I would try to start a conversation. While Todd kept ignoring me and kept trying to shove that damn burger in my mouth or interrupting me by burping. Feeling Todd’s hand on my thigh again, I internally groaned again and pushed it off for what feels like the millionth time.

“Where’s your bathroom?” I asked.

“Down the hall and to the left.”

“Hurry back.” He mindlessly called after me.

Making my way down the hall, I held back the urge to run. I should have just gone home the second we left the burger joint. I didn’t need a fancy or expensive dinner… just something more than just a salad, he didn’t even let me order my own fries or have one of his just because of my salad. At least I’ll have quite a story for Lauren tomorrow. Closing the door, I leaned against it and pulled out my phone to text Riley– pushing memories of the dates I’d have with Ezra to the back of my mind. They can torture me when I’m trying to sleep later, but I just need to get out of here.

‘Come meet me at campus… I need to get out of here.’

‘Already on my way.’

‘You’re the best.’

I took a deep breath and looked at my reflection in the mirror. Hell, even Matt wouldn’t have done any of this when we were together. Of the three short lived relationships I’ve had after Ezra left, Matt was the best one. But we knew we were better off as friends, even though my reason was I didn’t want to get serious about anyone but Ezra… but he was off getting serious about Victoria and proposing. Turning around, I lifted my foot and flushed the toilet with the heel of my boot before going to wash my hands. Who knows what’s on that handle, especially with the fact there are ten guys in this frat house and there has to be at least one that doesn’t know how to aim. I lived with three men before coming to college – two of them were not always good at aiming. Opening the door, I slightly jumped back to see Todd standing there with no shirt on. Clearly trying to show off his six pack, but I’ve seen better. Before I could try to squeeze past him, he pinned me up against the wall and pressed his mouth to mine. Kneeing him in the groin, I watched as he fell over and I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.

“You’re a terrible date and tonight never should have happened. Next time someone tells you they don’t eat meat… don’t try to shove it down their damn throat! If your tiny brain hasn’t figured it out; I’m leaving.” I said.

Pushing past him, I stormed towards the front of the frat house. Wonder how far Riley is from campus, we’re only a five minute walk. This whole night was a disaster just waiting to happen, ever since I said yes. Was this just because I said yes to him or just karma from wasting possible great relationships because I was stupidly waiting for Ezra? I looked around as I walked through campus, seeing other students having the time of their lives and here I am; feeling like I’m doing the booty call bounce. Even though it wasn’t a booty call. I waved to Riley as we saw each other and he started jogging towards me. Boy will he be proud of me for not sleeping with Todd. As soon as he saw my face, he pulled me into a hug and I let out a sigh.

“Thank god.” I said as he rubbed my back.

“What happened? Did he hurt you?” Riley questioned.

“No, but he definitely wanted to hook up. Pretty sure that’s all he wanted. You were right about him.” I told him.

“Shh, you can tell me I’m right tomorrow. Now let’s go over to Midnight tavern, I’ll get you some mozzarella sticks and we can get drunk.” He said.

“Wow, you’re buying me food? I feel special.” I joked.

“I’ve heard your stomach grumble twice already.” He told me.

……..

Waiting for Riley to get back from the bathroom, I took the last mozzarella stick. Someone sat down next to me as I took a bite. I just need to get over Ezra and forget all about Todd and our crap ass date, but how can I just get over Ezra? Looking towards the bathroom, I caught the eye of the guy who had sat down next to me. He’s kinda cute; blue eyes and light brown hair with a few freckles across his face. Maybe he’s what I need to get over Ezra. I took a sip of my hard cider and secretly ran my tongue over my teeth, trying to get anything out that could possibly be stuck in them.

“Can I buy you a drink? Or are you here with someone?” He inquired with a small smile.

“I’m just here with a friend. Just trying to chase my woos away.” I said as he moved his hand onto my thigh.

“If you want to chase your woos away… why don’t we go back to my place? I’m pretty good at cheering ladies up.” He asked as Riley appeared out of thin air.

“She isn’t going anywhere with you. Get your hand off my sister and leave her alone.” Riley said and I stared at him.

“Okay, you were about to nearly go screw around with some dude who you literally don’t know. You’re not being yourself Aria, are you okay?” He asked as soon as the guy was gone.

“Of course I’m not okay! He moved on, like we were- were nothing! He said we’d be together again and he’s freaking engaged to be married! I'm barely hanging on here.” I cried as he pulled me into a hug.

“Let’s get you home.” He whispered.

Chapter Text

Flashback: Tuesday night 

My iPad started ringing; indicating I had a facetime call. I quickly answered without seeing who it was and saw Spencer and Sterling. The look in Spencer’s eyes told me this was gonna be a serious conversation. Last time she had this look in her eyes was when she introduced me to Sterling and before that was when Spencer and Toby both FaceTimed  to let me know they had broken up… hearing it twice really sucked.

“I know it’s a little last minute, but are you able to come to meet Sterling’s parents? We’re going to be staying the whole weekend.” Spencer asked, before I could say anything.

“Yeah, I’m there Spence.” I said and I saw the relief in her eyes.

“Friday night  dinner will just be a bit dressy. Then you can wear whatever you want afterwards.” Sterling told me.

“I’ve never had dinner with a state senator before, so you two will need to help me. If it comes to it, Spence… I’ll need to borrow a dress.” I said and Spencer giggled.

“Not the first time you’ve borrowed my clothes.” Spencer teased.

“Do you have any food allergies?”

“Yes, I’m allergic to land animals. But I’ll eat salad.” I told him and Spencer bursted out laughing.

“I see you’re still saying that.” She laughed 

“I'll let my mother know, but she won't let you eat just a salad.” Sterling said, chuckling.

End of flashback

Glancing back from the window, I saw Spencer gently gnawing on her thumb. Except for the few times where she was about to find out whether or not she was accepted into Yale, I’ve never seen her this nervous. Not even when Sterling came with us back to Rosewood last winter break to meet Mr. and Mrs. Hastings - even though he ended up not meeting them. At least this time, there’s no chance of her and Sterling possibly running into Toby like before. Reaching over, I took her hand and held it in mine as Sterling looked over. Spencer has told me stories of her parents reprimanding her for gnawing on her thumb because ‘it’s not proper’ or whatever, and she was doing it out of nervousness. 

“My parents will adore you Spencer.” Sterling told her, placing a hand on her bouncing knee.

“Just be your usual charming self.” I added.

Giving me a look, we both knew there were multiple reasons why she was actually nervous. The first one is because her parents expect her to be more than the very best and always want her to act prim and proper – as if she were the president’s daughter or something or even wanting her to act like Melissa. Which would always put Spencer in a bad mood once her mom or dad said something that sounded like she was being compared to Melissa. It doesn’t help that since Sterling’s dad is the senator of Connecticut, she’s meeting her boyfriend’s parents AND state senator at the same time. Of course the one reason that means the most to her; this is the first serious and longest relationship she has had after she and Toby broke up freshman year.

 “I know you said your dad is the Senator, but what about your mom?” I asked, looking at Sterling.

“She's actually a heart surgeon. My older sister Victoria, is following mothers footsteps but going into OB GYN.” Sterling answered.

“We’re not late are we?” Spencer questioned before Sterling could answer me, checking my wrist to realize I don't wear watches.

“We are not late darling.” Sterling reassured us both as Spencer checked her apple watch.

The limo turned into a driveway and Spencer seemed to relax a bit. All of a sudden, she took her Apple Watch and started to hand it to me before putting it back on. If I had no knowledge of her being nervous, I do now. She has not once taken it off like this since she got it for any reason besides sleeping ro taking a shower. Her parents had sent it to her for Christmas last year as some sort of bribe or something  after Spencer found out they took Melissa and Wren to their Newport beach house. Although they had known ahead of time that Spencer was bringing Sterling to meet them, they claimed they assumed that Spencer wouldn’t be coming due to work. 

“We’ve arrived Mr. Ford, I’ll get your bags brought in ladies.” 

“Thank you Benjamin.” Sterling said.

Opening the door, Sterling held out his hand and helped Spencer out as Benjamin helped me out. I followed them towards the house, starting to get nervous too and I’m not even Sterling’s girlfriend. Before Sterling could even open the door or ring the doorbell, two ladies opened it. All of a sudden, we were inside and it felt even bigger than it looks on the outside. The foyer was all white with neutral colors popping out from framed paintings and the huge chandelier above us was gold, matching the vase on the table in the middle. At least with feeling like I don’t belong, Spencer’s with me to make it easier this time. I glanced over to Spencer to see her nerves have finally calmed down a bit.

“Aria, Spencer, this is Piper and Rosemary. They’re retired nannies, now they’re our maids as we absolutely love them and wanted to keep them with us.”  Sterling said, introducing us to the two women.

“If you need anything, please inform us.” Rosemary told us.

“Yes! That’s what we’re here for. Even if it’s to keep this one in line. He’s been a hellion since he was a child.” Piper added, pointing to Sterling.

“Hey now, I was more behaved than Tori.” Sterling said, faking offense as Mr. and Mrs. Ford came walking into the foyer. 

“Mom, father, this is my girlfriend Spencer Hastings and her best friend Aria.” He introduced us.

“Spencer, Aria, we’re so glad you two could make it!” Mrs. Ford said, hugging us both.

“You have a lovely home Mr. and Mrs. Ford.” Spencer told them.

“Oh, thank you. We’re so glad you two could make it.” Mr. Ford said.

“We’ve heard quite a lot of good things about you Spencer.” Mrs. Ford Chimed in.

“I heard a lot of good things about you two as well…. Sterling told me… I didn’t online you or anything.” Spencer rambled.

“Relax sweetheart, no need to be nervous. We’re family now.” Mrs. Ford told her as a phone rang.

“Excuse me, I have to take that.” Mr. Ford, excusing himself.

“Leonard sweetheart, I told you not to work this weekend.” Mrs. Ford gently scolded him.

“I’ll let them know I’ll call them back on Monday.” He called out as he made his way down the hall.

“Please, call me Constance. Sterling go get the girls a drink, I have to go make sure the kitchen hasn’t started slacking on dinner and Julie is out sick today. Don’t worry Aria, Sterling told me about your allergy. No land animals this weekend.” She said, giving me a soft smile before walking off.

“Julie is our personal bartender. Is there any particular drink either of you would like? Whatever you can think of, we have it.” He asked, looking at us.

“Whatever Spencer wants.” I said, looking over at Spencer.

“Wine?” She suggested and I nodded.

As they walked away, I started  to admire the different portraits on the wall. There are so many famous paintings here, quite a few are very real looking fakes of famous paintings. Looking over towards the family portrait, my stomach dropped. Sterling’s sister is the one engaged to Ezra. I still think she looks like she’s trying to be blonde Blair Waldorf but I’m sure she’s nice. Taking a deep breath, I walked towards a bookcase and saw it was just filled with little sculptures and knick knacks from around the world. At least they won't be here tonight, otherwise Sterling would have mentioned that his sister would be here. Walking towards some other painting, a butler walked up with a tray of some sort of appetizer. 

“Shrimp tartlet miss?” He asked.

“Thank you.” I said, taking one and felt my stomach knot up.

Ezra walked into the house with Victoria, taking her coat for the maid who came to greet them. Oh, crap - he can’t see me at this moment. The butler gave me one more of the tartlets before heading towards Ezra and Victoria. I quickly turned around before either of them could see me, this cannot be actually happening. Sterling and Spencer came back and handed me a glass of red wine and she saw Ezra. Spencer gave me a look that I knew meant that she was just as shocked as I am and even worried about me. Victoria has the future with him, not me. The one with the engagement ring and even though it kills me, it was never going to be me. She gets everything I had only been able to dream of. The most I ever got was  a short six and a half months with him and one photo where we have paper bags over our heads. Although, he did make our six month anniversary special by taking me to Chez Mirabelle and a black and white photo art gallery showing. Wait, why am I even thinking this? I’m supposed to be moving on from him! I gave her a fake smile, tonight she needs me and I can’t dwell on my past with Ezra and what could have been.

“Any input from you would be nice darling, your mother pushed us to get engaged to the point of planning the whole proposal. But I don’t need or want her planning the wedding too.” Victoria told him.

“Dinner is ready everyone.” Constance announced, walking into the room.

“Ladies, after you two.” Sterling said, looping his arms with mine and Spencer’s arms.

 I avoided looking anywhere near Ezra as Sterling led us towards the dining room. If I thought the foyer was impressive, this dining room puts it to shame - hell it puts Emily and Richard Gilmore’s dining room to shame.Sterling helped me and Spencer into our chairs, before sitting down across from us. Piper and Rosemary walked around the table, placing our dinner plates in front of us as their butler; Donovan followed with wine. I glanced over to Spencer and could tell that she may be from money too, but not this kind of money. The closest to a maid or butler the Hastings ever had was when Spencer and Melissa served at a dinner their parents hosted for New Years when we were ten. Of course, the fanciest food they had given us was a rack of lamb and not this bluefin tuna - which apparently really expensive according to Mr. Ford.

“This is the best bluefin tuna in Maine, about four thousand a piece. Will never get anything less.” Mr. Ford announced.

“Leonard, this is dinner time, not time to talk about how much it costs. No one cares.” Constance told him

“Sterling said you’re working towards your law degree Spencer. What made you want to go into law?” Mr. Ford asked, looking at Spencer

“I’ve always wanted to follow my parents’ footsteps and become a lawyer.” She told him.

“What kind of law were you thinking about?”

“For as long as I can remember, it's always been with family law, or divorce law. But I’m also drawn towards crime law. Even though I’m pretty sure it's due to the fact that someone made me watch law and order with her.”

“Maya got bored of it, not my fault.” I joked.

“Aria, I’ve heard you’re a writer. Is there a speciality you’re interested in?” Constance asked, turning towards me.

“Yes, I’m actually majoring in journalism at NYU with a minor in creative writing.” I answered.

“That’s a wonderful school.” She said.

“Speaking of school, Spencer, I heard you got into Yale. Was that always your goal?” Mr. Ford chimed in.

“Yes, it’s been my goal since I was five. My parents wanted me to continue the Hastings’ lineage and go to UPenn. At the end of my freshman year, I decided to transfer over to Yale. But Penn wasn’t even any of my safety schools.” Spencer answered and I could tell she feels she overdid it.

“What were your other safety schools?” Constance questioned.

“Princeton, Harvard, and Dartmouth.” Spencer responded.

“All great schools. You must be a very determined young woman.” Mr. Ford said

“The most determined one I know.” Sterling added.

Victoria turned her mom’s attention to her and Ezra’s wedding details, and I tuned them out. Spencer carefully glanced at me as I took a bite of the side salad. We both know there’s no way we’re not talking about this later when we’re alone. Mr. Ford started a conversation with Ezra about something about work. Sterling and Spencer both looked over at me and I had no idea what was coming. Sterling doesn’t know anything about my past with Ezra. Plus Spencer wouldn’t bring anything up tonight that could indicate that we even know him. Especially since tonight and even this weekend is about her meeting Sterling’s parents - not my past relationship with Ezra.

“So, how was your date the other night?” Spencer asked and I sighed.

“Terrible… even long before we even left my apartment. Before he even got to my apartment actually.” I said, her eyes widened.

“It was that bad?” She inquired.

“Yeah, I’ll tell you later.” I told her.

“Don’t you live with him?” Sterling asked.

“No, no, no, no. That’s Riley I live with and he was not my date even though he definitely would have made a better one. My horrendous date was Todd from my creative writing class.” I said, rolling my eyes at the mention of Todd.

“Riley’s the one she took to the gallery.” Spencer told him and I thought I heard what sounded like a relieved sigh.

“How did he like it?” Sterling questioned.

“Pretty sure I owe him since it wasn’t really his thing, but he hasn’t said I owe him yet. But he didn’t complain at all… so I’m going to say he might have liked it.”

“But I wish it had been Riley I went on the date with.” I said.

…….

Spencer raised herself up onto the ledge of the pool next to me. Who knows how long we have since Sterling went in just to get us some more wine and snacks. Kind of surprised that she hadn’t brought Ezra up while we were changing in our room. Looking over at her and I knew she’s bringing it up now. Little does she know that him being engaged to Victoria is no surprise to me. Neither one of us had said a word at dinner about knowing Ezra, let alone knowing he even existed. Dessert was awkward since it was key lime pie, which was the pie I used to eat with Ezra when we were together and I’m pretty sure Spencer could there had been something up with me during dessert - even though I had my poker face.

“Are you okay?” Spencer asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I lied.

“Aria, come on, it’s me you’re talking to.” She pushed a bit.

“I don’t know…. Him being engaged to her isn’t news to me. Found out when I was at the art gallery.” I admitted.

“You know I wouldn’t have asked you to come if I knew that Ezra was Victoria’s fiancé, let alone be here tonight.” She told me.

“I know you wouldn’t have, but you’re my best friend and needed me. That’s way more important to me than… whatever.” I said, motioning with my hand.

“At least you wouldn’t have said what Hanna said.” I added.

“I’m sorry, what did Hanna say?” She asked, ready to kill Hanna.

“That it’s been five years and I can’t keep expecting him to just appear back into my life. Also, I need to move on.” I repeated without having to think to remember.

“I’m going to kill her, when did she say this?” She questioned.

“Day of the Fitzgerald gallery grand reopening. Which is ironic since after she said that I literally bumped into him there.” I answered.

“Please remind me to kill Hanna for you.” She told me.

“You know just as well as I do, she didn’t mean any harm by it.” I pointed out as Sterling emerged from the house.

“She has always been good at shoving her foot in her mouth.” Spencer said, rolling her eyes.

“Does Sterling know? About….” I quietly questioned, motioning towards our scars.

”No, and I’m not ready to have that conversation. He only knows about what happened with Ali.” She answered quickly

“It may have been years, but I sometimes still can’t believe she’s gone.” I said quietly.

“As bad as I know it’ll sound, there’s times where I’m glad she’s gone.” She admitted.

…….

Looking over at Spencer, to see that she was out like a light in our bed. I quietly pulled my laptop out of my bag and opened it to see that it was almost one in the morning. After we stayed up for a while talking about our classes and my horrendous date with Todd, I ended up reading longer than I intended. No matter how hard I try, I can never put ‘Little Women’ down. As my laptop finally logged me on, it showed that the Fitzgerald gallery article was still open from before when I worked on it on the train to Spencer’s. Even though normally I work on it during work when I can - Amanda said I could work on it over the weekend instead of homework. Just as I started editing what I already had I could hear muffled sounds of people arguing in the room next to ours. Even though I can barely hear them, I grabbed my earbuds and plugged them into my phone. Obviously, Mr. and Mrs. Ford didn’t want anyone to hear or know. I turned on my music app and went to my Grateful dead playlist, to tune out the arguing.

…..

Next day

Spencer took a sip of her water as we waited for everyone to come back to the table. Victoria had gone to the ladies room, which meant I'm now holding my urge to go because I don't know if I'd be able to make it through any conversation with her. It's not her fault, or mine - but how can I converse with the woman who’s engaged to the love of my life? Actually, how the hell did we even get roped into hanging out with Ezra and Victoria? Earlier she had said that she was going to look at bridesmaids dresses with her friends, then all of a sudden they showed up on the Fords’ yacht and now we’re all hanging out together. From the corner of my eye, I could have sworn I just saw Ezra staring at me… just the way he did when we both went to the theater but he had brought Mrs Welch and I brought Holden. Like he wanted to be with me.. but that's obviously just my brain messing with me. 

‘Four years, no calls . Now you're looking pretty in a hotel bar’

“Make it five years, no damn contact.” I muttered and Spencer looked over at me.

“Spill, we still got a few minutes.” She said quietly.

“He went five damn years without contacting me, maybe what we had didn’t mean as much to him as he told me.” I whispered 

“Ar..” Spencer trailed off.

“I know he had to leave Rosewood. But he changed his number, deleted his social media, the man I loved…. he doesn’t exist anymore and maybe he never did. While I wasted who knows how many potential great relationships – he got serious about Victoria and got engaged. Even Matt was great, but I was so set on him .” I said.

“But it sounded like he was forced to even get with her.” She reminded me.

“Two years ago, they got together. What was he doing for the three years before that? Not reaching out. He knew where I was… until I started college. But he could have found me, didn’t even try. Now he’s preparing for some rose gold, ivory and silver wedding with an odd number in the wedding party.” I said, taking a drink..

“You heard her too?” Spencer asked and I gave her a look.

“Pretty sure people in Canada heard her.” I pointed out.

Chapter Text

Monday

Walking down the street towards work, James and I made our way through everyone else. Realizing someone was next to me oddly close, I glanced to see that it was Ezra… great. After the night at the gallery and having to be near him and Victoria all weekend, he is the last person I want to be anywhere near right now. Looking towards the upcoming crosswalk light, I contemplated running across the street just as the light showed the ‘don’t walk’ sign and I sighed internally. Of course, this is my luck but at least I’m practically right at work now. Glancing towards James, I saw that he was already across the street, unaware I didn’t make it with him. Damn!

“Can’t believe you’re here… in New York.” Ezra said as the light changed.

“Been here going on four years now.” I said, refusing to glance his way again.

“Why have you been acting like you don’t know me? If it’s to protect Victoria, she knew about you… and us.” He asked and my mood darkened at his words.

“Did it ever cross your mind maybe I was doing it for myself?” I asked and walked into the building.

Seeing Jackson, my mood lightened and I made my way over towards him.  I may have only known him for a short time, but we’ve gotten quite close. Especially since I get coffee every morning unless I can’t afford it. If I don’t get the offer at the end of the summer, I’m going to miss him most of all. Ever since I was accepted into the internship here, Ella and my stepdad Daniel Cavanaugh keep sending me money for the subway or even just for coffee or takeout for the week even though I have plenty of money saved. Of course, it is kinda weird that my mom’s high school boyfriend is now my stepfather and also the father of my best friend’s ex boyfriend – let alone that he sends me money every week, sometimes a couple times. Maybe it’s just weirder for me because that means I have to see Toby and we don’t ever talk about Spencer or their old relationship.

“Your usual?” Jackson asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.

“Yeah, make it the biggest size you got please.” I said and handed him my debit and punch card.

“James was confused when you didn’t run over to me, watching him look for you was pretty funny. Also… some guy is staring at you from outside.” He said and I sighed.

“Do I need to call security?” He asked, concerned.

“It’s fine…. I used to know him.” I explained as he made my drink.

He quickly made my drink and handed it over as I gave him the last six dollars in my wallet. I’ll have to stop at an atm on the way home to get more cash. I quickly gave him a small smile before making my way towards the elevators, will Ezra still be there? No, I don't care whether he’s still at the building or not. Stepping in, I turned around and my heart dropped as I saw no one at the front of the building. Seriously, what was I expecting? Shaking my head, I pressed the button and took a sip of my coffee. The doors opened and I saw James waiting for me.

“Where did you go? I walked into the building and you didn’t go frolicking towards Jackson.” James asked, jokingly.

“Where did I go? Dude, your legs are nearly three times the length of mine. Secondly, I do not frolic, I run to Jackson." I laughed.

“Also, I was in my own personal hell. Don’t want to talk about it yet.” I told him and he nodded.

“Amanda said you’re with me today. She’s stuck in a meeting with one of her higher ups.” He told me.

…….

James held the door for me as we made our way  out of work. God, it's been the longest day. Starting with Ezra showing up out of nowhere, then Jade was being such a bitch to everyone except when Amanda wasn’t in earshot. As soon as I stepped outside I tried to hold back a groan but failed. Ezra looked at me nervously and James glanced between us, trying to figure out whether to be concerned about this. What reason does he have to even still be here? Or come back after our encounter this morning?

“Are you stalking me or something?” I asked and walked away before he could respond.

“No, I- I just can’t believe you’re here.” He answered, walking beside me.

“At the building or here in New York? Because you saw me go into the building this morning…. EIGHT hours ago.” I reminded him.

“Back in my life.” He said, giving me the same old small smile he used to.

“Just because I’m doing an article on your family’s art gallery does not mean I’m back in your life.” I snapped.

“You know what I can’t believe?” I asked.

“I can’t believe that I used to be in love with a man who didn’t even tell me his real last name. For all I know now, you could’ve been a serial killer or worse.” I told him before he could say anything.

“What’s worse than a serial killer?” He questioned, confused.

“I don’t know!” I snapped again

“Ar, you know me better than to assume that-.”

“Oh, do I? FITZGERALD!” I cut him off.

 “Just let me explain everything. Can I take you out to dinner tonight? We could get French vegan food like old times.” He begged as I felt my heart break even more.

“You have a fiancée.” I told him, storming off.

James quickly wrapped an arm around my shoulders and we walked down the steps to the subway. I know he didn’t mean it in a romantic way, but there’s no reason why we should be having any kind of dinner together. We broke up and he moved on, I’m trying to do the same. Having dinner with him would only break my heart even more. Out of all the types in the world, why the hell would he pick the one type we’d get when we went out on dates? We made it through the gates just as the subway was pulling up.

“Wanna talk about that?” He asked carefully.

“An ex. We were in love, at least I was apparently. My parents didn’t approve and he ended up having to leave Rosewood. When we broke up he said we’d be together again one day…. But that won’t be happening.” I explained.

“How do you know that?” He asked.

“He’s engaged, and he didn’t even tell me his real last name. Just a shortened version of it.” I answered.

…….

Walking into the apartment building, I stopped at the mailbox and checked the mail. After having to encounter Ezra twice in one day, I’m going to need a large glass of wine. Nothing but bills as usual, along with a sports magazine that Riley has a subscription for. I used to love being able to see Ezra and now that we’ve been apart for so long and him being engaged to Victoria…. It just hurts. Making my way up the stairs, I walked past Dylan who lives below us. He had a crush on me when I first came to New York. I kinda had one on him too. But after Noel and breaking up with Jason, I didn’t want to focus on dating. Plus, I was kinda on a search for Ezra even though I had no idea where he had gone after Rosewood.

“Hey.” I said.

“Hey.” He responded.

Walking into the apartment, I saw that no one else was home yet. Lauren is probably either at her shift at the club or the coffee house. I tossed the mail onto the coffee table, which is covered in all the other bills and pieces of written papers and Riley’s half drunk bottle of orange soda. This used to be the kind of life Ezra had with me back in Rosewood, but he’s engaged and living his true life as some wealthy gentleman with probably five maids and two butlers. As I walked into the kitchen, I saw that there was a container from Golden Dragon with my name on it, which is where most of our money goes since we never want to make the food we do have. Grabbing the container, I saw a note on the side from Lauren and that it was my usual veggie Chow Mein.

‘Got you your usual babe, see you hopefully tomorrow between working at the club and the coffee shop. <3 Lauren. PS: don’t you dare try sending me money for your food.’ 

“Will definitely bring you Zesty Al dente soon.” I said, looking at the note.

Of course, she doesn’t want me to pay her back for getting my food. Neither of us ever want the other to pay us back when we get them food. We usually just get the other food from somewhere as payback even though we tell each other not to pay us back. Walking into the living room, I set my bowl onto one of the coasters and pulled my laptop and ticket from the gallery out of my bag. As much as I don’t want to think about Ezra or his last name or anything that involves him, I kept forgetting to take it out and I need to do whatever homework Amanda emails me and Jade each night. I took a bite of my Chow Mein and sighed, realizing I didn’t grab anything to drink. The door opened and Riley walked in.

“Did Lauren order anything for me?” He questioned, seeing my food

“I don’t know, but if she didn’t you can have some of mine. But how did you know she ordered it and not me?” I told him.

“You don’t get home long enough before me to be able to order and have it delivered. It’s also not on your way home.” He said, glancing at my ticket.

“Can you grab me a bottle of water?” I asked.

“Just water?” He questioned.

“Yes.” I told him as he walked into the kitchen.

“Okay, but once I’m back in the living room… I’m not going into the kitchen to grab you alcohol.” He called out.

“How did your class go today?” I asked as he sat down.

“I skipped.” He said, handing me the water and I stared at him.

“You need that class to graduate Riles, and you have already skipped at least three or four times already.” I pointed out and he groaned.

“I am not graduating without you.” I added.

“Relax, I’ll be fine.” He said like there’s no chance of him failing.

“What’s going on?” He asked

“Dealt with Ezra before and after work, he wanted to take me out to dinner. I reminded him that he has a fiancée. It was like he had been waiting for me both before and after work.” I told him.

“Wait a minute, you turned down possibly really expensive and fancy food?” He asked and I stared at him, that’s his concern?

“How could I have gone to dinner with him Riley? He’s engaged and… and I need to move on.” I reminded him.

“Hanna was right, I shouldn’t have been just waiting for him to come back into my life. How many really good guys did I let go of before it got too serious?” I went on.

“This sounds like a girl convo and I’m not Lauren.” He said, walking out of the living room.

“Start going to class!” I called after him.

Turning back to my laptop, I opened my work email to see that Amanda hadn’t sent us anything tonight. Feeling my phone indicate that there was a notification, I glanced down and groaned when I saw it. Ezra Nathaniel requested to be your friend. Is he for real, did he seriously try to add me? After five years and him getting engaged – does he seriously think I’d want to be his Facebook buddy? Especially after this past awkward weekend and me yelling at him earlier. But the fact he’s online as Ezra Nathaniel makes sense why I could never find Ezra Fitz when I tried looking.

Chapter Text

Friday 

Spencer looked over at me nervously as she pulled into the Ford’s driveway. She’s more nervous for me as there’s a good chance that Ezra will be here today. But she did say that if this turns out to be some engagement party that we are turning around and sneaking out. Even though I want to be able to just be able to support Spencer and Sterling… It's hard when Ezra’s around. I still get the same damn ‘in love’ feelings that I had years ago and I shouldn’t! He’s engaged to someone else, I need to fight these damn feelings and move on.

“The second you want to leave, we will.” Spencer told me, snapping me out of my thoughts.

“Spencer… breathe. Everything is going to be fine.” I responded.

“But we both know there’s a chance-.” 

“Again, breathe. Could Ezra be here? Yes, but I’m here for you .” I told her.

There’s so much I want to tell her; how he seemed to have been waiting for me before work and then after I got off work. Also how he invited me out for dinner and suggested french vegan, then had the nerve to send me a freaking friend request on facebook! But telling her now would only add to her anxiety and worrying. Even if Ezra is here, that doesn’t change anything - he’s engaged and I'm starting to move on…. sort of. I looked down at my floral romper and pink lace up peep toe heels. Already know there’s a pretty good chance of wealthy socialites judging my outfit or the fact I’m not from money.  We almost didn’t leave on time because Spencer was more fretting about impressing Sterling’s parents again. I looked over at Spencer and shared a look with her as we got out of the car.

“I feel like I’m underdressed.” I said.

“You look fine Ar.” She assured me, ringing the doorbell.

“Spencer, Aria! So glad you two could make it!” Mrs. Ford said, letting us in.

“Sterling is over by the bar in the billiard room. Oh and Spencer, the partners from Armani and Waldorf are here. Don’t be afraid to introduce yourself, we put in quite a few good words for you.” She told Spencer as I saw Ezra walk in through another room.

“You did? Thank you so much, I really appreciate that.” Spencer asked.

“Of course we did, you’ll be a Ford someday and we want the very best for you. Have fun you two.” Mrs. Ford told us as Victoria came up.

“Hey Spencer, Aria. Hi mom.”  Victoria greeted us.

“Oh, Ezra’s gone.” She said, turning to see that Ezra wasn’t next to her.

“Sterling’s looking for you two girls.” She added.

“We were about to go over to him, thanks.” Spencer said before leading me away.

“Victoria honey, I thought Ezra…. Couldn’t make it.” I heard Mrs. Ford questioned quietly.

Spencer gave me a look, as we made our way towards the billiard room. Guess our mystery question of will Ezra be here is now answered. I looked around, trying to familiarize myself with the surroundings and also make sure Ezra isn’t anywhere nearby. Maybe he won’t even come near me since Victoria is here. Turning to ask Spencer something, but she wasn’t there. Crap, how did I lose her? I looked around to see a bunch of wealthy people who I don’t know. What room am I even in? Making my way through everyone, I looked around and saw I really have no idea where I’m at in this house. All of a sudden, Victoria reappeared.

“Aria! Where’s Spencer? Nevermind, I’ll find her later. Anyway, I know I haven’t known you very long, but somehow I feel connected to you on a personal, even a  friendship level. And as shocking as it might seem, I don’t have many friends… I was hoping you’d like to stand up and be my bridesmaid? You don’t have to pay for anything, any expenses will be covered by my dad. The wedding is going to be May twenty first.” Oh my god this cannot actually be happening.

“That’s so kind, but unfortunately I’ll be graduating around that time and then I have an annual family reunion that I haven’t been able to attend in years.” I lied.

“Completely understandable.” She said.

“But while I have you here… could you point me towards the billiard room? I lost Spencer and your mom said he’s there.” I asked and saw Ezra was watching me and Victoria concerned.

“Of course, keep going straight through this room then go right when you get to the hallway. It’ll be the third door on the left. No hard feelings about the wedding.” She said and walked off.

More like, I can’t watch him marry her. It’ll kill me to see them get married, I’ll either: literally die once they’re pronounced man and wife or I’ll object and Victoria doesn’t deserve that. How could I go through all the bridesmaid work when I know I still want to be with her fiancé? Seeing them get married won’t help me move on. As I got to the hallway, a server walked up and offered a tray of filled champagne flutes.

“Champagne miss?”

“Yes, thank you.” I said, taking a glass.

Wait, did Victoria say left or right? She said left then the third door on the right. I took a sip before turning left. Seeing no third door on the right, I kept going straight until I saw another corner. Turning the corner, I saw Ezra and Victoria standing alone in the billboard room. Before either of them could see me, I quickly turned around and started tiptoeing away. But something in my gut told me to stay. taking a few steps back towards the room, I stood where neither of them could see me here.

“Why would you ask Aria to be a bridesmaid?” I heard Ezra ask.

“You know why and why I told you to come today.” She responded.

Before Ezra could say anything else or they could come out and see me eavesdropping, I quickly tiptoed away. Wait, I thought Mrs. Ford had said that Sterling was at the bar in the billiard room…. but Ezra and Victoria were alone in there. There wasn’t even a bar in there either, maybe they have two billiard rooms? As I made my way back to the others, Ezra came around the corner down the hall. Does he have super powers or is there some sort of secret tunnel or something in this damn house? All I need now is to find Spencer or Sterling, not dealing with Ezra.

“Hey… you okay?” Ezra asked, walking up.

“Yeah.” I answered shortly.

“Ar, I had no idea that Victor-.”

“We don’t need to talk about it.” I cut him off.

“Ar, can we please talk?” Ezra asked under his breath as a few people walked by.

“There is nothing to talk about.” I muttered.

“I really need to talk to you.” He said, a bit louder.

“Well, I have no need to talk to you. Go find someone else to talk to. Here's a crazy idea, go talk to your fiancée.” I suggested.

“Aria, she isn't-.” He started.

“I. Do. Not. Care.” I cut him off.

Walking away from him once again, I internally groaned at the fact that I still have no idea where I am in this giant freaking house. I’m out of my element here, just like at the Fitzgerald art gallery. All these well off people, who most likely can’t even help me find Spencer since they don’t know her or wouldn’t bother telling me where the damn front door is. Crap, I went in the wrong damn direction when I walked away from Ezra. Somehow finding my way back into the living room, a woman walked up to me.

“You’re Aria Montgomery, I followed your and your friend’s story. Cassandra Davis, I’m an editor over at Downtown books publishing house in Manhattan. I’ve seen the articles you’ve worked on for The Times, you have such a new unique take on writing.” She said, holding out her hand and I shook it.

“Oh wow, thank you. That means so much.” I responded.

“I’m sure it’s a sensitive topic, have you ever thought about writing what you and your friends went through?” She asked.

“To be honest, I’m not sure if that’s something I want to write about or even could write about.” I told her.

“Completely understandable. But if you ever change your mind or you want to start writing a different book, give me a call.” She said.

She handed me a business card and walked over to another group of people. I looked up and sighed of relief when I finally saw Spencer looking at me. We made our way through the other guests, and met over by the bar. Besides after being trapped and separated in  the dollhouse, I’ve never been so relieved to find Spencer after getting split up. Wonder if she got to the billiard room because she’d definitely question why there’s no bar in there after Mrs. Ford said there was. Oh my god… was it all a giant trap somehow? I didn’t go the way Victoria gave me…. but she and Ezra were in the billiard room!

“Where’d you go?” I questioned, shoving that last thought away.

“Sterling and I were looking for you.” She lied.

“Liar.” I teased.

“Umm, Ezra’s staring at you.” She said carefully.

“That’s his problem.” I muttered.

“Anyway, who were you talking to?” Spencer asked, looking over at Cassandra.

“Cassandra Davis, she’s an editor at a publishing house and asked if I ever thought about writing a book on what we went through.” I explained.

“I’m going to take a wild guess based on your facial expression that you said no.” She guessed and I nodded.

“But she still gave me her business card, even said to let her know if I ever change my mind or if I want to start writing something else.” I told her.

“Look at you, making connections all on your own.” She giggled and I jokingly rolled my eyes.

“I don’t think that counts as a connection.” I pointed out.

“Maybe you should talk to him?” She softly suggested, reverting the topic back to Ezra.

“Can we talk about that later?” I asked and she nodded.

…..

 As we walked into the apartment, it was clear that no one was home. Spencer and I plopped down onto the couch. Neither of us had said anything about Victoria asking me to be a bridesmaid or Ezra kind of following me around like a lost puppy trying to apologize or even talk. All Spencer knows is that Victoria asked me to be a bridesmaid – but I’ve been wanting to tell her about my run in with Ezra. Though, not really sure if it’s an actual run in as it seemed like he was trying to find me. What the hell was Victoria thinking; I’m her fiancé’s EX, does she seriously want to rub it in my face that she’s the one with a future with him? Standing up; my feet reminded me why I hate wearing heels while standing or walking for long periods of time and glanced at Spencer.

“I’m getting water; do you want one?” I asked and she nodded.

“Ar, do you want to talk about it?” She asked carefully.

“Who the hell asks their fiancé’s EX to be in their wedding - let alone invite them TO the wedding? I know it's over between me and him! Is she trying to rub it in my face even more?” I snapped as Riley walked into the apartment.

“Wait, she knows the history between you and Ezra – that you two were together… yet she STILL asked you to be a bridesmaid?” Spencer asked, shocked.

“Unless Ezra for some reason lied to me about her knowing about us – which wouldn’t surprise me considering he lied to me about his last name.” I said, rolling my eyes.

“Either way, does she not know how to read a room?” She questioned.

“If she does honestly know about you two, did it occur to her that maybe there could still be lingering feelings from either of you?” Riley asked carefully.

Oh please, Ezra has no feelings for me whatsoever anymore. Lingering or not.” I said, unable to even  attempt to lie about my feelings for him as Riley went into his room.

“I can't keep this from you, Ezra asked me to help get you to talk to him.” Spencer admitted and I stared at her.

“Are you kidding me? What was so important that he had to tell me?” I questioned.

“I don't know, all he said was 'I really need to talk to her, please help me.’ I pointed out that he once knew you well enough to know you wouldn't change your mind since you're so stubborn.” She told me as I handed her water and sat down next.

“Well, I told him I don't have any need to talk to him. Hopefully he gets it.” I said.

Chapter Text

Few days later

Looking around, I took a sip of my mojito. Really wish Parker or James could have joined me, drinking alone is obviously lonely while also being peaceful at the same time. Looking towards the door, I sighed as I saw Ezra walking in. Now I really wish James or Parker were here to keep me sane. Even though they don’t really know all the history between me and Ezra… or that there even is any. At least I already paid for my drink, so I could just leave any time. Looking away before he could see me staring at him, I watched him from the corner of my eye as he walked over towards the bar and sat down next to me.

“I’ll just have a beer, any draft.”

“Hey stranger.” Ezra said as our eyes met.

“It seriously seems like you’re stalking me now.” I told him.

“Promise I'm not stalking you. We just happened to have had the same thought to come here.” He said, sitting next to me.

“I’m sorry about Victor-.”

“Just don’t. Please.” I said, cutting  him off.

“Could we talk?”

“I already told you - there's nothing for us to talk about.” I told him, taking a drink.

“Sometimes I wish she was you.” Ezra said quietly.

“I should go.” I said, quickly getting up and all but ran towards the door

“Aria, wait! Victoria and I are-.” He called after me.

The door of the pub closed before he could finish. Rushing to the street,  I managed to grab a taxi that someone was getting out of and got in just as Ezra came out. Absolutely no way was I going to wait around to see what he had to say. There’s nothing new he could tell me, I’ve known since the night of the grand reopening of his family art gallery - he’s engaged and moved on from what we had. He doesn’t need to rub it in anymore, I get that it’s over…. It's been over for a long time and I have to move on. 

…..

Walking into After Party, Dave the security guy nodded his hello to me. For as long as Lauren and I have been friends, I’ve been able to go backstage to bring Lauren food or even talk to her if one of us needs it. Of course, the manager wasn’t happy about it at first. But he warmed up as I unintentionally bribed him with an extra cupcake or when I brought everyone else cupcakes for Lauren’s nineteenth birthday two years ago. Dave instantly liked me since the first time I came here to bring Lauren food and her phone. He’s now like an uncle or something to me, yells at customers who try and get me on stage or just hit on me.

“Hey Dave.” I greeted him. 

“Montgomery, she’s in the dressing room.” He told me.

“Thanks.” I called back to him, making my way towards the backroom.

“Hey, baby. When are you going on stage?” Some guy asked, coming up and blocking my path.

“Damnit Craig, I told you if you did this again you’re banned. Get out now, or I’m calling the cops.” Dave shouted, coming over.

“So sorry about that, Aria. Finally got Steven to let me ban him, that sleazebag has been here all day.” He said as soon as the guy sulked out.

“Your dream came true.” I joked and he chuckled.

Continuing on towards the back hall, I did the code knock and Diamond; one of the other dancers opened the door for me. The first few times I visited Lauren here, it had been a bit strange since we were still getting used to being friends after finding out another roommate had been the one to make it bad between us. Plus, I had never been to a club before. I quickly slipped into the dressing room and saw Lauren reading one of her cold case novels as I made my way over to her. She looked up as I set the bag on her vanity, and pulled out her food. Setting her book to the side, she eyed me and the food suspiciously.

“Why are you looking at me like I’ve never brought you food before?” I laughed.

“Are you teasing?” She questioned.

“When have I ever teased you about gnocchi?” I pointed out

“Gnocchi? Well, thank you. What can I get you as a payback for this?” She asked, taking a bite of her food.

 “This is me paying you back for the chinese. But how much is a dance?” I joked. 

“Even though I know you’re joking, you’re never getting a dance from me. I would not be able to look you in the eyes ever again.” She said.

“Either way, I got your favorite from Zesty Al dente. Also, stop reading cold cases where the victim gets poisoned. ” I told her.

“Marry me.” She responded, ignoring my comment about reading cold cases.

“You’d marry her but you won’t give her a dance?” Bambi asked, laughing from her spot.

“Hey, you okay? I know you’d never actually try to poison me.” Lauren asked, seeing my face.

“Yeah. It’s just been a long day. We can talk about it later.” I told her.

“Kiki, you're up next after Paradise.” Ruby said, coming into the room.

“Can't wait until I pay off my student loans.” Lauren muttered, taking another bite of her food.

……

The next day

Walking out of the elevator, my phone beeped and I pulled it out to see it was an unknown number. Oh god, no this cannot be starting up! Noel is locked up and so is Mona! Taking a few deep breaths, I saw Spencer’s name in the notification and slowly relaxed. She must have just gotten a new number again. After the Dollhouse and going through all the ‘A’ drama that we had, she has changed her number about three or four times due to PTSD attacks resulting from spam bots or just some douchebag trying to scare her after finding out what we went through.

‘Aria, it’s Sterling. Don’t worry, Spencer’s fine, I just wanted to see if you wanted to come up tomorrow to surprise her. She had a few days and I thought maybe we could both cheer her up.’

‘Sounds good, I could bring her favorite takeout too.’

I took a deep breath again, it was only Sterling and ‘A’ is still gone and locked up. Walking towards my desk, I saw a small bouquet of pink peonies with baby breath. Who on earth would send me flowers to work? The last time someone gave me flowers it was my mom and Daniel at my graduation. Not many people even know these are my favorite, Ella barely knows. I sat down and picked the card out of the bouquet, seeing it was from Ezra I groaned.

‘I’m so sorry for Victoria doing that to you……’

“I can’t even read the rest of this.” I said, tossing the note away.

“Want them?” I asked James, motioning to the flowers.

“You don’t want them?” He questioned,

“He just ruined my favorite flowers.” I said, taking a bite of my breakfast wrap and he gave me a look. 

“Did he really?” He inquired, sounding like he already knew.

“No.” I muttered. 

“I think you should keep them.” He said gently.

“I think you should tell him to be with you instead.” Parker said, walking by.

“Funny.” I called after her and she winked

 ……

My phone buzzed on the table, I looked around before picking it up. Sometimes I’m still scared that it could be an ‘A’ text. Especially now, after Sterling had texted me earlier and it had showed up as unknown. As I was about to see the text, I saw a flash of familiar curled blonde hair. Seeing it wasn't Hanna or even Ali, I looked back at my phone. How could I even think it could've been Alison? She's dead and never coming back. 

‘Sorry, stuck at work. Raincheck? xoxo Hanna.’

‘Of course! Miss you. - Aria’

This dinner with Hanna was never gonna happen, it never does. No matter how much we both try, one of us always ends up having to cancel. Sometimes I wonder why we bother trying, ever since we both got to New York we’ve seen each other twice and one of those times was back home during a break. The server came back as I placed my phone back into my purse.

“Miss? If your date isn’t coming, I'm afraid I’m going to have to ask you to give up the table.” He said.

“I understand.” I told him.

Grabbing my purse, I kept my head down as I made my way out of the restaurant. As soon as I got outside, I looked up and whistled for a taxi. Maybe I can catch Lauren over at Morning Grind, coffee does sound good now. But I still need to eat…. maybe I still have a protein bar from the other day. Opening the door of the taxi, I quickly got in and the driver looked at me through the rearview mirror. 

“Where you headed?” The guy asked.

“Morning Grind coffee house please, 4758 Parkview Avenue.” I said.

Even though I need food, I just really want an iced coffee. I opened my phone and checked my notes to see when Morning Grind closes today, even though from the top of my head I know it’s a few hours until they close. Locking my phone, I stared out the window of the taxi at all the buildings starting to light up. Hanna had to work, I can't be too upset about that or even at all… I’ve had to cancel a few times due to work. Tapping my phone screen, I checked to see that there was still plenty of time to get an iced coffee. Before I knew it, the taxi was pulled in front of Morning Grind and I handed the driver a twenty before getting out. Walking into the morning grind, it was clear that it had been slow for a while. Lauren turned up from wiping down the counter and saw me. She didn't need me to tell her my order, it's the only thing I ever get from here…. except on the rare occasion I feel like doing something different.

“Hey, how was dinner with…. she didn’t show?” Lauren asked.

“She got stuck at work.” I said.

“Did you eat though?” She questioned, making my drink.

“No, I had to give the table up since Hanna didn’t show. Felt like that one scene in New girl - except three guys didn't show up.” I joked.

“Here’s your iced vanilla and hazelnut latte with almond milk and three sugars.” She said, handing over my coffee.

“I get off in like ten minutes. Go sit over there with your iced coffee and then we’ll grab something to eat somewhere. You’re hungry, I’m hungry and I’m not letting either of us go to bed hungry tonight. You’ll just get sick from not eating dinner like you did last time.” She said

“That wasn’t from not eating dinner, I also hadn’t eaten lunch that day either. And I was over heated from that heatwave.” I pointed out.

“Lauren, you can clock out now since your side work is done. There's no way we'll get slammed in the next ten minutes or anything.” The manager said.

“You sure Carol?” Lauren inquired

“Yeah, plus you had ten minutes left in your break when we pulled you back onto the floor.” Carol told her.

“Thanks Carol.”Lauren said.

“Of course, I'll make sure to put it in my notes for Drew… We all know how he gets.” 

…..

Lauren looked over at me as I took a bite of my eggs benedict. We both know that we’re both waiting for the right time to bring up the dinner with Hanna. She held up one of her disco fries and I shook my head. Cozy corner diner has the best poutine fries in New York. Despite everyone knowing they’re poutine fries, this diner calls them disco fries. Hearing my phone beep, I picked it up and saw the notification. Lauren Baker sent you $20 . Even if we go to a restaurant and one of us pays, we’ve never sent the other money. Looking up, I gave her a look.

“Why’d you send money if I'm paying? Are you feeling bad that I just bought you a burger since I’m pescatarian.” I interrogated.

“Do you want to talk about the dinner with Hanna?” She asked, switching topics.

“This has been happening for the past four years. I know how it ends every time, either she cancels or I cancel. Why do I even bother getting my hopes up anymore?”

“Okay, there’s more and I know it’s not about Hanna since you’ve been acting weird before yesterday. Spill it.” Lauren said

“To make it short, I ran into Ezra - that Ezra at the Fitzgerald opening…. he’s engaged and from the Fitzgerald family. So after five years we finally see each other again and I learn that not only is he actually wealthy; but he never told me his real last name and that he’s now engaged.” I told her, taking a sip of my strawberry milkshake.

“Now it seems that fate hates me or something, because he keeps appearing out of freaking nowhere and trying to talk to me about something. Maybe about his engagement.” I added.

“Why would he want to talk about his engagement with you?” Lauren questioned and I shrugged.

“Are you sure he’s… really engaged?” She asked carefully.

“Oh yeah, there’s no way he’s not. She had a giant rock on that finger when I stayed with Spencer at the Ford mansion over the weekend.” I answered.

“Then I ran into him again when I joined Spencer at some party the Fords’ were throwing. She asked me to be a bridesmaid and then Ezra kept trying to apologize and talk to me.” I added

“Talk about what? How his fiancee asked his ex-girlfriend to be a bridesmaid after meeting her once?” She asked.

“There's more to that, isn't there, Ar?” She asked, knowing the answer already and I nodded.

“Not sure if he meant for me to hear it but when I ran into him yesterday, he quietly had said ‘sometimes I wish she was you.’ He's engaged and I'm his ex, why the hell would he say that? Then today he sent my flowers - my favorite flowers as an apology” I questioned.

“This might be hard to hear, but maybe he still loves you?”

“He shouldn't and can't be.” I told her.

She took my hand in hers, giving it a squeeze. It was clear to the both of us that I didn’t really want to talk about it anymore. Lauren learned shortly after we became friends not to push certain topics. Which of course back then it would be about Byron and his wedding to Meredith that neither Mike or I were invited to, or the fact I can’t see my baby sister. I actually wish the topic tonight had been one of those. Hell, talking about Alison’s death would have been better than talking about Ezra and his engagement. Even if he still loves me, he’s engaged to Victoria now.

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Friday

Staring at my laptop, I couldn’t figure out how to start this prompt out. Professor Hansley had given us a website full of prompts to choose from, I had chosen one about a summer romance that ends in Autumn. Normally, these prompts are so easy to write but not this time. Maybe because I never had a summer romance, not even when Ella and Byron moved us to Iceland and I sort of dated a guy named Hallbjorn Gunterson right when we met…. But that had lasted barely two months and he made it so damn complicated to even know what we were or what we weren’t. Of course, then I came back to Rosewood and met Ezra and our story began but we never even got to the summer. Once senior year started Noel tried getting back together with me and Byron told me to just get over Ezra and go out with Noel – who ended up shooting Spencer and I before kidnapping us a month and a half after I gave in and got back together with him. Twirling my pen between my fingers, I fell into a daydream as a Sugarland song came on through my earbuds.

I snuggled into Ezra as his favorite scene of Casablanca came on and he kissed the top of my head. It's been a few days since he said he was finally going to file for divorce and give Victoria the papers. Even though I hate being the other woman, he wants to be with me and said it has always been me. His phone started ringing and I internally groaned knowing it was her calling. He got up and walked over towards the door, getting his shoes on as he answered his phone. I glanced at the clock, which told me it’s eight fifty, the usual time she calls him when he’s here.

“Hey. Yeah still at work, the meeting ran late again. Okay yeah, I’ll be on my way home soon.” He said and hung up.

“Don't go…. Please just stay with me tonight.” I begged.  

“We both know I can’t.” He said softly.

“Can’t or won’t?” I snided.

“That’s not fair.” He said and I glared at him.

“Oh! You wanna talk about fair? You’ve been saying you’ll leave her, yet here you are - still married to her! We both know you don’t even want to be with her - you weren’t even going to marry her but look what you did, you married her.” I snapped.

“Were you actually going to give her divorce papers or was that a lie?” I asked as it hit me.

He didn’t say anything as he came back over to me. I stared at him as he sat on the coffee table and took my hands in his. This brought me back to when he had been actually considering taking the dean position at the new Hollis campus  in New Orleans. By the look in his eyes, I knew that he was never going to leave her. So all this time of him saying he’d leave her and be with me was all lies. What could possibly change his plan on leaving her?  

“She’s pregnant…. I can’t leave her.” He whispered.

“Aria?” That wasn't Ezra's voice.

“Aria.” Who is that?

Snapping out of my day dream, I saw Professor Hansley looking at me concerned. Oh god, I hope I wasn't speaking out loud. I quickly looked around to see that everyone was already walking out the door. How long was I zoned out? She stood from her desk and walked over towards me. I quickly grabbed my stuff and shoved it into my backpack. Thank god I don’t have work today, because this would have made me late to my train. Hansley watched the last few students leave and turned back to me.

“Aria, you were zoned out for the last ten minutes. Is everything okay?” She questioned.

“I'm fine. Sorry, I just didn't get a whole lot of sleep last night.” I lied.

“Don't be sorry. If you ever need to miss a class, even if it's just to catch up on sleep I can just email you the notes and homework. Just let me know, even if it's after the class ended.” She told me.

“Ok, thank you.” I said, and quickly walked out of class.

……

Getting out of the cab, I gave the driver the money. I quickly grabbed the tote bag filled with Indian takeout. Would have brought wine but Sterling told me that I didn't need to worry about bringing wine, since his family has a huge wine cellar we could get some from. Shutting the taxi door, I made my way up the sidewalk towards the mansion. The Ford family may seem pretty humble, but damn they're rich. This house could fit both my moms house AND the Hastings’s house. Quickly ringing the doorbell, Sterling answered the door.

“I brought Spencer’s favorite Indian takeout dishes and that sparkling water she likes. Would have gotten coffee too, but I figured coffee and Indian might not mix well.” I said as he let me in.

“Unfortunately, Spencer said she couldn't come half an hour ago. But I think we could still have some fun together…” He trailed off.

All of a sudden, his lips were on mine. I tried moving my face away but it was hopeless. Pushing and hitting him, trying to get him off wasn't working either. Finally I kicked him in the leg, resulting in him finally getting his disgusting lips off mine. How could he do this to Spencer? Does he think I'm going to keep this between us, because he has another thing coming if he does. Before I could move - he had me pinned up against the wall.

“What's going on between you and Ezra? I know damn well that you're the reason-.” I slapped him, cutting him off

“Asshole!” I snapped.

“I know there’s something between you and Ezra!” He exclaimed.

“Screw you.” I yelled, pushing past him.

Ignoring him shouting something at me, I rushed out of the house. Looking around for some sort of indication where to go, damn I wish I knew where the hell I was. As I made my way down the street, I pulled my phone out and started to see how much a ride would be from here to Caleb’s place. There was a honk coming from behind me. There’s no reason for someone to be honking at me, I’m on the damn sidewalk. Turning  to see who was honking at me, I groaned seeing Ezra. Well this is just great! Great, just great. Sterling will probably see this and use this for blackmail or something! I actually wish it was Victoria and not him right now. He rolled the window down and pulled up next to me, looking pretty concerned. The last thing I need is to be anywhere near him. Of all the people in the world, WHY EZRA?

“Aria? What’s wrong, what happened?” Ezra questioned.

“Nothing.” I lied, strangely feeling guilty for lying to him.

“Do you want a ride somewhere?” He offered.

“I need to go see Spencer, could you take me there?” I asked.

“Of course, hop on in. I just need to know where to go.” He said and I got into the car.

“You don’t automatically know where you’re going? Wow, that’s lame.” I joked, trying to get my kind of Sterling.

“Okay, make fun of me all you want. I’m sure I’ll find something to make fun of you for.” He teasingly threatened, turning the corner.

“Gilmore avenue, I don’t remember the numbers but I know it’s the only condo building on that street.” I told him and he chuckled.

“I may not have already known where to go, but at least I can remember numbers.” He joked back.

“Do you want to talk about whatever is bothering you?” He asked after a moment of silence.

“Not really, otherwise I might make you turn around so I can actually punch Sterling in the face.” I told him.

Neither of us said anything as he slowed down to a stop light as it suddenly went from green to red. Maybe I should call Spencer… that way I could beat Sterling to it if he plans on telling her some bizarre crap story. What the hell did Spencer do to deserve this done to her? From the corner of my eye, I could see Ezra putting on some playlist. All of a sudden, B-26 came on and I completely avoided looking at him. What am I even supposed to say to Spencer? “Hey, your boyfriend is a piece of crap and kissed me.” No, that's a terrible way of saying it.

“How hard is it for someone to catch a freaking break?” I questioned.

“First Melissa ruins Spencer’s summer once again, because god forbid her parents ever take Spencer’s side or even stick up for her but no! And now this!” I continued.

“May I ask what Sterling did?” He asked carefully, seemingly unsure if he wanted to really know.

“The sleazeball kissed me after making me think Spencer would be there.” I answered.

Staring out the windshield, I could see Ezra gripping the steering wheel. Probably shouldn’t have said anything since Ezra is going to be Sterling’s brother in law soon. But after what he did, I don't care. He hurt my best friend… even if she doesn’t know it yet. As we got closer to Caleb’s apartment building, I could see Ezra looked pissed. Even though at first I wish it had been Victoria instead of Ezra, I’m actually glad it's him. That way I didn’t have to tell Victoria how much of a shit person her little brother is. 

“Thanks for the ride.” I said.

“Of course.” He responded.

I quickly got out of the car and made my way towards the building, hearing Ezra drive off. Walking up to the building, I looked at the mailboxes to see which condo was Caleb’s - 1E. Is Spencer or Caleb even home? She could still be at work… damn, should have texted her. But what reason could I have to text her about her whereabouts? I pulled my phone out of my purse and saw it was six forty - even with her working overtime, it wouldn't be this late. Taking a deep breath, I rang the buzzer. Hearing a sliding door open, I turned to see Spencer on the little patio.

“Ar, what are you doing here? What’s the matter?” Spencer asked.

“I need to tell you something bad.” I said quickly.

“Come on in…  wait, how did you get here? I don’t see your car.”

“It’s part of what I need to tell you.” I told her, fiddling with my thumbs.

“You’re starting to scare me Ar. Are you okay?” She interrogated.

“Pretty sure Sterling tricked me into coming up here… He tried.. or did make a move on me.” I blurted.

“He said you were having a tough week and wanted to surprise you with having me come up. When I got there. I even brought your favorite Indian takeout.” I continued, holding up the bag.

“He lied, I had a rough day or two but not to the point where I’d need you to make me feel better.” She told me.

“Already kind of figured that part of the puzzle out.” I said softly.

“So, how did you get here? I doubt you’d want to be in the same car as him after that. And New Haven doesnt have the same taxi system as New York” She asked.

“I was walking down the street from his house and Ezra happened to see me.”

“I’m so sorry.” I apologized.

“Hey, it’s not like you let him kiss you or you kissed him back… did you?” She questioned, giving me a look that said she knows.

“Not even if he paid me. I kicked and slapped him though and he deservedly got called an asshole.”

“He must have put two and two together because he asked what's going on between me and Ezra.” I added as Spencer’s phone started ringing.

“Speak of the devil.” She said, shaking her head.

“Hey you.” Spencer answered, rolling her eyes.

“I have some bad news darling. Aria isn’t as much of a friend to you as she brainwashed you into thinking. She just tried to seduce me.” Sterling said and I felt the need to gag.

“That doesn't sound like her, and I know my best friend. She doesn't just randomly seduce guys, let alone a guy that's dating her best friends…. or obviously trying to blame her.” 

“What are you going on about sweetheart? Are you drunk?”

 “Did you think I’d believe you over my best friend of eighteen years? She has been the one person in my life I’ve always known to never hurt or betray me.” Spencer questioned.

“Darling, I know it’s hard to believe that she did it.. But I’d never hurt you.”

“Do not mistake me for a fool Sterling, we’re so over. Do not ever contact me again and if you see me on campus – walk the other way.” She said and hung up.

“I’m so sorry.” I said again.

“Hey, you actually told me the truth. That dimwit lied to both of us.” She pointed out.

“I’ll brainwash the memory of tonight out of your head.” I joked and she bursted out laughing.

“Science and psychology were your worst subjects in high school! You’d be the last person to be able to brainwash people, let alone me.” She laughed.

“Well, I might as well tell my parents now. They’ll be mad if they see it online before I tell them.” She said, pulling her phone out of her back pocket.

She quickly called her parents as I opened the takeout bag. Guys really do suck, except for Caleb, Toby, Mike, and Daniel. Actually, as a brother, Mike does kinda suck and I wouldn’t know how he treated any girlfriend. If he had a girlfriend when I was in high school, he never introduced me to her, even when I saw him with a girl at a dance once. Of course, Ella and I always tried to teach him how to be a good boyfriend and how to treat any female with respect whether a girlfriend or not. Relationship wise, Ezra…. no, not thinking about him. Now is NOT the time to reminisce about how Ezra was as a boyfriend.

“Hi mom.” Spencer said, turning on her speakerphone.

“Spencer, how are your classes?” Mrs. Hastings  asked.

“They’re good, I should be able to graduate in December like I’ve been planning. But I was calling to let you know that Sterling and I are no longer together, just thought you’d like to know from me and not online.” Spencer told her mom

“Honey, whatever it is that you did I’m sure Sterling can forgive and forget.” Mrs. Hastings said and I shared a look with Spencer.

“If Melissa called to tell you that she and Wren broke up you’d be in the car on your way to console her and blame Wren without knowing anything. But god forbid you care about me. For your information, Sterling tried to get with Aria – who clearly cares about me more than my own mother.” Spencer snapped and hung up.

“I’m sure my mom would adopt you.” I said, trying to lighten the mood.

“I’d love that.” Spencer giggled as Caleb walked in.

“What am I smelling?” Caleb asked and I went over towards him.

“Rivers!” I exclaimed as he pulled me into a hug.

“She brought Indian food. I'll be right back, I need to get out of these work clothes.” Spencer said and walked towards her room.

“Hey, there’s my pequeña senorita.” He said as we pulled apart

“You do remember that I did not fully fail Spanish, so I know you just called me little.” I said.

“Yeah, I remember… especially since I was the one that had to help you.” He teased.

“Last time I saw you, we were leaving Rosewood.” I said.

“We saw each other last year over facetime.” He pointed out and I could tell there was more.

“Caleb, you know you can tell me.” I reminded him.

“I was going to propose to her over our Europe trip, thinking things were going to be finally different. But she chose work over us as she always did since starting to work for that Claudia person.” He admitted, so that’s why they canceled on meeting up with me and Spencer.

“Win her back, I can tell you still love her.” I said gently.

“Ar, are you seriously telling me to win back my ex who’s engaged to another guy?” He asked and I stared at him. 

“She’s seeing someone else? Wait… she’s engaged?” I asked, unsure which hurts more to learn. 

“You didn’t know?” He questioned.

“We barely talk anymore Caleb, let alone be able to see each other. The last time we spoke, it was more of small talk and that lasted all but three minutes.” I explained

“That sounds like when Han and I were at the end of our relationship…. Sorry. But what did she say?” He asked, knowing I was holding back.

“It doesn’t matter. Not important anymore.”  I told him quickly.

“Do we want wine with our food? Or something stronger” Spencer asked, coming back in.

“Is everything okay?” Caleb asked, looking between us.

“Just found out Sterling is a complete two timing jerk.” Spencer answered, grabbing a bottle of wine.

“That’s one way of saying it.” I said

“Plus my parents absolutely suck. There’s extra food if you want it.”  Spencer told him.

“If neither of you mind me joining.” He responded, knowing we didn’t.

Taking the bottle of wine from Spencer, he walked into the kitchen and quickly came back with some red plastic cups. Spencer started passing out the food, placing the chicken Hakka in front of Caleb as he poured the wine into the cups. I took the gobi manchurian and vegetable samosas in the middle for us to all share.

“This is a lot of food.” Caleb chuckled.

“Well, you’re not eating my chana masala. So it's not as much as you thought it was.” I said laughing.

“Can’t believe I finally got to have chana masala again! The last time I had it, I’m pretty sure we were eight.” I reminisced and Spencer laughed.

“Yes, you were so devastated that the only Indian restaurant by Rosewood closed down. Then any other restaurant we tried didn't have it.” She added as my phone beeped.

‘Hey, I know you don't want to talk to me. But I…. I really need to talk to you about something. Even if it's for thirty seconds. Just let me know.’

“Well, I have Ezra’s new number now.” I said, tossing my phone next to me.

“He either kept your number or he just remembered it.” Spencer pointed out.

“Maybe he's still in love with you?” Caleb suggested 

“There’s no way because there's nothing between us anymore. He moved on and is getting married to Victoria.”

“You still love him, don't you?” He asked.

“I'm not drunk enough to answer that. Do either of you want the last samosa?” I asked.

“It’s all yours.” They said at the same time.

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“The Met is the last on the list.” Parker said.

“Saved the last for best.” I joked and she shook her head smiling at me.

Walking into The Met, I followed Parker through the ropes as we were let through the security. Even though I've been in New York for four years, somehow I’ve never been able to make it to The Met. Hanna and I were going to come on a weekend around my birthday, but as all of our attempts to meet up go…. she ended up having to cancel due to work - or just her boss in general. Looking up from Parker’s Met pamphlet, I caught Ezra’s eye and internally groaned as he made his way over. I haven’t really spoken to him since he gave me a ride to Spencer’s. Never even responded to his text. Really hope he isn’t going to bring it up, there isn’t anything for us to talk about. 

“Hey, fancy running into you here.” He said

“Is it really? Because you seriously keep popping up anywhere I go - I'm surprised you haven’t popped up in my damn kitchen yet.” I said.

“I could…. if I knew where you lived.” He said, is he actually flirting with me while being engaged?

“Anyway, this is….. Parker? Now Parker is now MIA…. great.” I said, muttering at the end.

“Why don’t I help you find her?” Ezra asked, giving me a soft smile.

Walking away from Ezra, I started looking for Parker. There’s only so many places she could have gone, and couldn’t have been gone long either. She had just been next to me when I saw Ezra. So how did she disappear so fast like that? Feeling something brush against my hand, I glanced from the corner of my eye and saw Ezra’s hand. Great… had been hoping his offer to help find Parker had been just to be polite. Everyone around us were different heights, some about her height and others either too short or taller. There’s not that many women with red hair here… especially cherry red hair. Feeling his hand brush up against mine again, I felt the sparks that I haven’t felt with anyone else. No! Not doing this, no matter how bad I want to hold his hand! He’s engaged to Victoria, Aria Marie don’t do it.

“Where the hell did Parker go?” I asked, crossing my arms.

“This reminds me of when we went to see Pierre Basia’s black and white collection. We got lost trying to find our way out at the end.” Ezra said, trying to reminisce about our first date.

“She was literally right next to me.” I said, looking around while ignoring his tactics or whatever he’s doing.

“Remember that one gallery we went to and anything we thought could go wrong did?” He continued and I refused to let memories of that day come back.

“How can a five foot five person disappear like that?” I muttered, biting back the urge to yell at him.

“I miss those days, especially our weekends.” He said softly.

“You’re not doing a good job looking for Parker.” I told him, changing the topic.

“If I find Parker first, will you have an actual conversation with me?” He asked.

“Mhmm…. maybe.” I answered 

“I’ll take that. Pretty sure, that’s her over there.” He said, pointing.

“The hell?” I muttered, seeing Parker was hiding poorly behind a pillar.

“So….. about that conversation?”

….

Parker handed me my croissant and bottle of sparkling water as she sat down on the steps next to me. Ever since watching Gossip Girl at thirteen, I always wanted to sit on the Met steps like Serena and Blair as tacky as it might seem. Neither of us have said anything about why she vanished earlier, but I’ve been trying to come up with theories before asking her. At least Ezra only wanted to talk about the artwork with me…. at least that’s what he decided to talk about at least. Because if he tried talking to me about his engagement or Victoria asking me to be a bridesmaid or even our past, I would have refused to talk to him and walk away. And who the hell tries to reminisce about old dates with a girlfriend to that extent? Is he even aware that he’s engaged?

“Thanks Parker. How much?” I asked.

“What’s the history with you and this Ezra guy?” She answered.

“Smooth Parks, real smooth.” I said and she laughed.

“There’s definitely something that went down with you two at some point in your life. Which is why you reacted the way you did at the Fitzgerald gallery.”

“Is that why you randomly disappeared?” I questioned.

“Yes, gonna give me any details or do I need to take that croissant back?” She asked and I could tell she wouldn’t take it back.

“We dated for a while when I was sixteen, but then he had to leave Rosewood and I guess he came to New York. I was in love with him and he was too, but now I’m still in love with him which kind of sucks since he’s engaged and clearly moved on.” I explained.

“Just because he’s engaged, doesn’t mean he fully moved on.” She said carefully.

“The night we broke up, he said we’d be together again and I’ve lived the past five years based on that. Not sure what I thought he had been doing all these years but I ended things with any guy before it could get too serious… all because I was waiting for him.” I said, biting my croissant.

“Did your mom like this guy?” She pushed further.

“Before she found out we were dating, she did. As did my father.” I answered.

“I’m sure it’s hard for any mother or father to see their daughter growing up and start dating.”

Even though I hate semi lying to Parker, with everything I’ve been through and done… I can’t trust her not to go telling the cops. The only people I’d trust enough are the girls, Caleb, and Toby. But I also trust them with my life with what we all went through together. But it also took time and obviously being stalked to trust Caleb and Toby with my life. As much as I do trust Lauren and Riley, I don’t trust them enough to tell them my darkest secrets.

……

Next day

Walking out of the club, Lauren went to go grab a taxi. I know the real reason she wanted me to come with was to help get my mind off Ezra, even if it was only for a few hours. But even though I did have fun, Ezra never left my mind - or that he’s engaged. I pulled my phone out of my clutch and saw that Hanna never responded or even saw at my invitation with the club address to come with us tonight, I’m not even sure if she’s still in Rosewood or back in the city. Lauren whistled and I made my way towards a  taxi with her. Times like this when Hanna doesn’t see my text or doesn’t respond, makes me miss the days the girls and I were practically inseparable; whether running to each other for something or texting day in and out. Of course that was when Ali was still alive, but those days are long gone and Ali is dead. But seeing honey blonde hair makes me feel like Ali is just in hiding, and maybe she was never killed.

“Hey!” Lauren shouted at the taxi decided leave without us.

“Did Hanna ever respond? Is she here somewhere?” Lauren asked, looking towards me.

“No, and  she didn’t read it either.” I said, slightly disappointed until I saw another message waiting for me.

‘Hey, could we get dinner sometime? You could pick where we go or meet at. I just really need to talk… and to see you. Let me know.’

“Nothing from Hanna but another request from Ezra to take me out to dinner.” I announced.

“Damn, he really wants to see you.” She said, reading the message.

“Why doesn’t he get that I do not want to have dinner with him?” I questioned.

“Babe, maybe he just wants to be friends. There may be history with you two, but it seems that he really wants you in his life. Even if it’s not how you two wanted.” Lauren said carefully, hailing a cab.

 “Maybe I don’t want to be in his life like that because it would hurt me.” I told her as she squeezed my hand.

“Maybe you can get actual closure, not whatever it was that you got at the art gallery and weekend at Sterling’s place.” She said softly as we got into the cab.

“I know this guy, who’s single and might wanna mingle with you. With you in that dress, he'd definitely want to mingle… maybe more than mingle. Just saying.” She said as I arched an eyebrow at her.

“The man of your dreams will be betrothed to another”  A voice said in my mind

“The man of your dreams will be betrothed to another.” I said out loud. 

“What?” She questioned as she got another taxi and shoved us both into it.

“That psychic from spring break was right. The man of my dreams is betrothed- engaged to someone else.” I said softly.

“Hon, that was three years ago. Have you been holding onto that all this time?” She asked, concerned.

“No. It just popped up in my mind just now.”

“Well, you are going to have dinner with Ezra later this week. I just made it happen, it’s just pizza. If it absolutely sucks then you can kill me. But I really think you should go, even if it's for closure.” She said, handing back my phone.

“As much as I love you, there are times where I hate you.” I told her.

“I’ll set up the date with Harry too. I’m sure you could go for some Mexican or Italian this week?” She said, giving me a smile and I bursted out laughing.

“He better not look like Harry Bright from Mamma mia.” I told her.

“Way hotter.” She said with a wink.

……..

Few days later

Ezra and I sat in a booth of a hole in the wall pizzeria in Tribeca, they have the best neapolitan pizza. Somehow he remembered that it’s one of my favorite types of pizza, unless he just suggested it out of the blue. Still can’t believe Lauren set this up within the short time she had my phone. At least I had to work before this, so she couldn’t try to get to wear some seductive dress of hers. So I just threw on  my navy mock neck bodysuit and a floral pencil skirt. Why Lauren wanted me to dress up to get closure is beyond me. Maybe Lauren’s right, he may want to be friends… but is that something I’d be able to handle? Even if we weren’t destined to be together, just hanging out with him is kind of nice. As long as I ignore the butterflies in my stomach. Turns out he continued teaching, he’s over at Columbia university now; teaching english literature. Which doesn’t surprise me at all.

“Heard NYU has a study abroad program, have you done that?” He asked, taking a sip of his coke.

“I thought about it, leaning towards Florence or even London but Spencer and I had those places on our itinerary for our Europe trip last summer. And after spending the summer so far from home, it was clear I wouldn’t have been able to handle a whole school year.” I answered.

“Besides, New York is far enough from home.” I added and he chuckled.

“Speaking of home, how’s your family?” He questioned.

“That's not small talk, that's a freaking Dr. Phil episode - a two part episode. But to break it down: Ella and Byron got divorced. Then they both got remarried to other people and Mike is a pain in the ass as usual.” I told him and he held back a chuckle.

“Saw a squirrel on the way here.” He said and I looked at him slightly confused.

 “I was trying to change the topic of conversation and slightly panicked.” He admitted.

“That was the most random out of the blue thing I've ever heard.” I laughed.

“Have you’ve gone anywhere?” I asked, not sure if I even want to hear about trips he made with Victoria yet.

“No, just been waiting for yo…..the right time.” He answered.

“How am I not surprised you’re working for The Insider?” He asked, quickly switching topics.

“It’s just a summer internship.  I may not even get the job at the end of summer, I have some tough competition.” I said, and took a bite of my cheesecake.

“They’d be complete brainless imbeciles not to hire you.”

Looking up from my cheesecake, I caught Ezra staring at me the way he used to. God I just wish he wasn't with her , all I want to do is kiss him and be with him again. Hold his hand as we cross the street to Central Park, feed him pieces of popcorn as we watch Casablanca and then he jokingly feeds me a handful. STOP IT! I can't go back down that road, that road is now shut down… forever. Ezra started to say something but closed his mouth. Before he had changed topics, it sounded like he was going to say that he was waiting for me to travel anywhere. But that doesn’t make sense, he’s with Victoria now. His phone beeped, he gave me an apologetic look before checking to see who it was.

“It’s Victoria. For whatever reason, she thinks I can't do this on my own.” He sighed and I took a sip of my cherry coke.

Why would she think Ezra can’t give me closure on his own terms? Not once have I intentionally given her any reason to think that she would have to step in and have a hand in this. The waitress came and handed Ezra the check. He had insisted on paying and jokingly threatened to wrestle me to the ground if I tried, and I’m  pretty sure he would at least try. As I took the last bite of my tiramisu cheesecake, I glanced over and saw that Ezra had his copy of us in his wallet from our six month anniversary. There’s no way he kept it in there all these years… could there be? I looked away as he pushed the pizza boxes towards me.

“Take the leftovers.” He told me.

“You’re pretty bossy.” I joked.

“I must have  learned from you.” He teased, giving me that damn soft smile.

“I’m not bossy.” I laughed.

Neither of us said anything more as we got up and I followed him towards the doors. But what would our lives have been like if we ran into each other long before he even met Victoria?  Since NYU has curfews, it would've been impossible to stay at his place for a weekend or even one night - especially since I have no clue where he even lives. We’d definitely be going to all the art museums, with coffee either before or after. Would we still be ordering chinese take out all the time or would we rotate between pizza and chinese? NO! No, I shouldn't go there, not now and not ever. It isn’t fair to do that to myself and it’s not fair to Victoria. He and I are friends…ish. Walking towards the curb, I hailed a cab and Ezra stared at me seemingly wanting to tell me something. It may have been five years, but I can still read him like a book.

“Well, this is my cab. I'm calling dibs.”  I told him, receiving a chuckle.

“See you later. Thank you…. for letting me see you.”  He said, helping me in.

“Thanks for dinner. See you around.” I told him and he shut the door.

“Where to miss?

“Two seven ten High Point Avenue in Greenwich village Please.” I told him.

Unlocking my phone, a text form Ezra popped up. I was with him for nearly two and a half hours, and he couldn’t say what he texted to my face? Looking out the window, the pizzeria was long gone from view and so was any chance of seeing Ezra once last time. Tonight was a lot and even telling him that I had a date later this week was weird. All I wanted was for him to say that he wants me and not Victoria, but I know that’s never going to happen. Maybe even if it doesn’t work out with Harry, hopefully dinner with him can really help me move on - but not like how I thought the same thing about my date with Todd.

‘Hey, good luck on that date with that Vance guy. But I do need to talk to you about something… that could possibly… hopefully…. change how things are.’

Of course, he wants to tell me that he just wants to be friends. I know that’s all we ever could be now. And after tonight, I would like for him to stay in my life and to be in his… even if it is just as friends and from a distance. But all throughout dinner, neither of us said anything about our breakup or remotely close about closure. Still no clue what he had been about to say when Victoria texted him. It also didn’t help seeing that he kept the photo of us from our sixth month anniversary… and in his wallet. Well, I used to wear forks as earrings and feathers in my hair - so what other dignity could I lose by being friends with him? You added Ezra Nathaniel to be your friend. Seeing his name, it dawned on me that he never finished telling me whatever it was he was trying to tell me when Victoria texted him. Unless that had been him about to give me closure.

Chapter Text

Staring at my closet, I sighed and went through my clothes again. Even though I have multiple outfit options I could wear, it seems quite difficult to decide which one to wear. After months of entering myself into the open mic night at The Poison Apple bar and grille, they actually chose me to participate this time. Of course, after not hearing from them for a while and plus finding out about and comprehending Ezra’s engagement, I actually forgot that I had entered again. Even though I know Spencer would have come, I didn’t tell any of the girls. Just like trying to meet up with Hanna, whenever we all try to meet up - no one ever shows up or we end up canceling at the last minute.

“Wear your pink crop top and matching pants, with the gold heels.” She said, walking into our room.

“I’m sorry I won’t be able to make it tonight. Just know if I was able to call off, I’d do it in a heartbeat.” She told me for the tenth time today.

“Lauren, it’s fine. You have work tonight and that’s a very valid reason. It’s just reading my own works.” I spoke.

“I know, but what if a publisher is there and wants to publish your work?” She asked excitedly.

“Calm down. It’s a tiny pub, in Tribeca… the odds of that happening are like none to extra none.” I pointed out.

“Never say never.” She told me.

Of course, she didn't know that I had briefly thought about inviting Ezra when I first saw the email. But it’s still hard to comprehend us slowly being friends, especially with everything that has happened in the last week. Plus, with his wedding planning going on and him being with Victoria, I don’t want to cause any drama for them. It was weird talking to him about the date Lauren set me up on after he saw that Harry texted me about the date. Little did Ezra or even Lauren know that Harry had just been trying to make some other woman jealous, and we were both on the same page as we didn’t want to really see the other again. Then there was the idea I had to invite Parker or even James, but they have different articles to work on and they have deadlines coming up faster than mine.

……

“To say goodbye means so little.

We said goodbye to childhood

and it came after us like a dog

tracking our steps.

To say goodbye: to shut that obstinate door that refuses to remain closed,

the persistent scar that oozes memory.

To say goodbye: to say no; who achieves it?

Whoever found the magic key?

Whoever found the point that slides us toward oblivion,

the land that will extirpate the roots

without remaining forever closed over them?

To say goodbye: to turn one’s back; but

Who knows where the back is?

Who knows the way that does not die in the well-traveled shortcut.

To say goodbye: to yell because one is saying something

and to cry because nothing is being said;

because saying goodbye is never enough,

because to say goodbye completely

might be to find the spot where to turn one’s back,

the spot to sink oneself into the final no

while life slowly seeps out.”

“Thank you.” I said.

As people clapped, I made my way over to the bar. God, that felt amazing and I’m a little relieved that it’s over. On my way here I had no idea how anyone would react and wanted to switch poems, but I couldn’t since submissions required, I submit the work that I was going to do and there's no way to change it. I quickly unzipped my purse and grabbed my ID out from one of the pockets. Kind of wish this place was over by my apartment, just because I know everyone there and I only come here once a month if possible. Doesn’t help that no one I wanted here is here. No fucking clue where Riley is, and he said he’d be here. Making sure I had my debit card, I walked over to the bar and one of the bartenders saw me.

“What can I get you? That is, if you’re of age.” He asked, giving me a flirty smile.

“I have proof and a long island please.” I ordered and handed him my ID.

“You can put it on my tab. I’ll take a bottle of beer; any draft is fine. Thanks.”

Turning my head, I saw Ezra handing the bartender his card. Why…how is he here? There’s no way he lives in Tribeca - especially since he and Victoria both come from money and don’t seem like people who would live over here. I felt my stomach knot as I realized the burgundy t-shirt, he’s wearing is the Bon Jovi shirt I got him for Valentine's Day… three weeks before we told my parents about us. No, I’m insane. There’s no way or reason he would have kept that shirt. Well, guess I won't be flirting with the bartender now. What reason does he have to be here?

“How is it that you always appear out of freaking nowhere?” I asked as he sat down next to me.

“I can buy my own drinks.” I added.

“Never said you couldn’t. Come on, let me buy you one drink. That’s all I'm asking, besides I did buy you dinner the other day - this isn't any different.” He said.

“You don’t have to buy me a drink.” I told him.

“Well, I missed your twenty-first birthday, let alone the last five birthdays in general. I want too, promise I won't bite.” He pointed out.

“Your long island miss. And your beer.” The bartender said, placing our drinks in front of us.

“Sure you can handle a long island? You're pretty short and there’s a lot of alcohol in that.” He teased, sipping on his beer.

“I will kick your ass.” I joked back.

“Slightly hurt that you didn’t even tell me you were reading your work tonight. But you know, your writing is still as amazing as it was years ago, maybe even better.” He said.

He gave me the same smile he used to when we were together. What had been so important that he had wanted to talk to me about so badly? Before I could ask about it, the bartender came back and placed a shot in front of both of us. Ezra and I looked at each other slightly confused. Obviously neither of us ordered the shots, I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was worried something could be in mine. Even though we’re never getting back together, I do like hanging out with him as friends… despite it hurting that we’ll never get back together and the fact I’m still getting butterflies with him. The bartender motioned towards a group of either freshly new twenty one years old boys or underaged who have decent fake IDs. Ezra and I clinked our shot glasses.

“Cheers I guess.” Ezra said as we took our shots.

“Wow, that's strong.” I said, feeling the warm aftermath of the shot.

“Yet you got a long island.” Ezra joked.

“Hot damn!” Someone yelled and I took another drink.

“Wrong shot you dumbass! That was the Alice in Wonderland one.” Another yelled, okay one of them is just new at drinking or shots in general.

“I have to be honest, I’ve always wanted a rematch on that darts game we played.” He smirked as I took a slightly bigger drink of my tea.

“Really, you held onto that for nearly six years? Clearly you’re just bitter because you lost to a girl.” I teased and he chuckled before taking a drink of his beer.

“Not at all, but you are the only person I’d want to lose too.” He said softly, placing his hand gently on my knee.

“Pretty sure that’s because you suck at darts.” I joked

……

“Now, it’s a hot damn shot. Definitely a newbie, last week he did a shot all by himself and his friends had to tell him that doing shots is a social thing.” The bartender said, shaking his head.

The bartender placed the shots in front of us once again and walked off. My mind raced as Ezra and I silently toasted our second free shot. He has a fiancee at home and he’s here… drinking and flirting with me! Why the hell did I have to still feel the sparks when he had his hand on my knee? Taking the shot, I quickly shoved my racing thoughts to the back of my mind. Oh my god! I’ve been flirting back! Great, now I’m bound to be the damn mistress. Great, just great. Neither of us joined in shouting ‘hot damn.’ with everyone else after taking the shot. I glanced over to Ezra to see he was staring longingly at me. All of a sudden, he placed a hand against my cheek and gently caressed me with his thumb. Staring into his sky blue eyes, it felt like neither of us could move or even look away.

“I’ve missed you.” He breathed, leaning closer and I snapped out of it.

“You have a fiancée.” I reminded him, moving away.

“Aria… I-.”

“Thank you… for the drinks. But I have to go.” I cut him off.

“At least let me bring you home.” He said.

“I’ll be fine.” I told him, just wanting to disappear.

“You may be fine, but I don’t trust anyone else when it comes to you. Please…. you don’t even have to talk to me in the taxi.”

…..

The second the taxi pulled up to the curb, I jumped out and rushed to the building before Ezra could say anything. I shoved the key into the door and unlocked it, bolting inside. Quickly closed the door and leaned against the wall - what the hell was he doing trying to kiss me when he has a freaking fiancee? The whole ride back here felt like the times when we had to pretend we werent dating before we broke up. Even though I tried to keep myself from doing it, our hands kept touching like back then. Making my way up the stairs, I held back the tears. There’s no way I can still be friends with him, all I wanted to do was kiss and tell him to be with me and not Victoria.

“Hey, how’d it go? I swear I tried to make it, but I kept getting lost.. even a taxi driver got lost. After the third time I gave up and came back here.” Riley said as I walked into the apartment.

“It was fine.” I lied, at least I know why he wasn’t there.

“Just fine? It wasn’t completely amazing?” He pushed.

“It was pretty great, I’m just pretty tired. I’m gonna go to bed.” I lied again.

Without saying another word, I made my way towards mine and Lauren’s room. Thankfully, Riley doesn’t know when I’m lying. Before running into Ezra, before getting the tickets to the art gallery… the only time I had to lie to Riley was when I used his toothpaste when I ran out before I could buy more. ‘I’ve missed you.’ Ezra’s voice repeating those words, just as softly as he had actually said earlier. God, I can still feel the way his thumb caressed my cheek. So soft and gentle as if I could just disappear. There is no way he actually meant to try and kiss me; he’s engaged for God's sake! But… but the way he stared into my eyes; the way he used to before he’d kiss me. Like when he told me he was in love with me and wanted to kiss me, but we were in the school parking lot. My life is now turning into a confusing messy pile of something, I don’t even know what it is anymore.

…..

Staring at my ceiling, my mind wouldn’t stop racing. I glanced at my phone to see it was nearly three am, and that Lauren wasn’t home yet. Picking up my phone, I quickly opened and stared at Ezra’s contact screen. Obviously, I’m not going to text him to talk in the middle of the night, but I really should talk to him. There were quite a few things unsaid between us - that’s my fault for running away or refusing to speak to him every time he tried to talk to me about whatever it is he has to tell me. Now that he keeps staring at me longingly and trying to kiss me while Victoria’s at home waiting for him - I’m questioning WHY. Maybe Lauren was right, and he ended it with her or maybe she ended it with him? Who am I fooling, I’m just getting my hopes up with that. However, the idea of having a conversation with him about…. her and them , it hurts. We used to have those conversations; how we would live in SoHo or even Brooklyn - or even just go to Boston or even somewhere in Cali, he always said he wanted to show me around Chico. Of course, he pointed out that I couldn’t base my future education on us on the chance we didn’t even stay together. Now I have more questions now that he has tried to kiss me while Victoria is at home waiting for him, but the way he just showed up at The Ford’s… it felt like Superman was there to save the day. Blinking at my phone with my thumb hovering over the button to text him, I quickly swiped out of it and locked my phone before I could give in and text him.

“I’m in no way over you Ezra.” I said, staring back at the ceiling.

Chapter Text

“Aria?” Jackson whispered.

“I’m right here, why are we whispering?” I whispered back.

“I think Mrs. Fitzgerald is looking for you.” He said softly, I stared at him and he pointed behind me.

I turned, pretending to look for our waiter and saw Dianne Fitzgerald – if I hadn’t seen her face, her black Vera Wang pumps and matching purse made it pretty clear to me. From the time I was around Victoria, she does not dress like that and I don’t know many wealthy people. But unfortunately, Jackson’s right, she’s definitely looking for me. Her pastel yellow sheath button tab dress with a matching tweed jacket is making her look sweet and cheerful, while her facial expression looks like she could kill someone – most likely me. But what could I have done; the article isn’t out yet and there’s no way she could be looking for me because of that. As I turned back towards Jackson, Dianne saw me and made her way towards us.

“How dare you!” Mrs. Fitzgerald exclaimed.

“What?” I asked, unsure what’s going on.

“You had your chance with him, if you think for one second that I will stand by and allow you to ruin my son and his image – you have another thing coming. Ever since the grand reopening, you have done nothing but attempt to sabotage their engagement!” She told me.

“How on earth do you think I’m trying to ruin him or break his engagement? My relationship with him is long over and in the past. Now, please leave me and my friend alone, we’re trying to have a nice lunch.” I snapped.

“Don’t play stupid, you little tart. My son should be marrying Victoria! You’re lucky Victoria is graceful and doesn’t have any grudges against you.” She exclaimed.

“Tart?” I questioned and Jackson shrugged.

“Is this how you speak with all reporters who are doing articles on your art gallery or are you just making a special trip because I used to be with your son?” I questioned.

“Do not ruin him more than you already have.” She demanded before walking away.

“What the hell just happened? I feel like that was some sort of acid trip or something.” I asked.

“I don’t think his mom likes you very much. But I’m shocked you kept your cool the entire time, I would’ve cursed her out.” Jackson said.

“She was so sweet and kind at the gallery, but I haven’t run into her since then… obviously she found out I used to be with Ezra. Really wanted to curse her, once I sort of realized what was happening. But I can’t lose my cool because I’m still working on the article.” I told him.

“But how the hell did she even know where to find us?” I questioned.

“Your guess is as good as mine.”

………

Looking at the flowers from Ezra, I sighed and picked them up. Everyone except me, James, and unfortunately Jade, left early after having too many shots for Delia’s fiftieth birthday. I only did two, but I didn’t want to end up too drunk at work… like practically everyone else ended up doing. As much as I would like to keep the flowers, it hurts to look at them. Wonder what Ezra’s mom would say if she knew that he sent me flowers, probably yell at me even more. Wait, she thinks I’m trying to ruin Ezra – does she know that we almost kissed that last night? Does Victoria know? Jade watched me as she finished packing up her stuff and James walked out of the break room with a candy bar. Sighing, I put the flowers back down in their spot on my desk.

“There was an accident, so our train was delayed by an hour, maybe more.” James told me.

“Guess we’re traveling by cab tonight.” I replied. 

All of a sudden, the elevator dinged and Ezra stepped out once it opened. Great, the last thing after having to deal with his mom’s bitchiness – Ezra is the last person I really want to see right now. Especially after the fact he almost kissed me last night. And that I wished that I had told him to be with me and not Victoria. He was still wearing the same t-shirt he was wearing last night and I could smell that he still had his old spice cologne on. Did he even shower? I need to not care; he’s Victoria’s fiancé and I seriously need to not care.

“Hey, could we talk?” He asked, coming up to my desk.

“I’m literally at work right now.” I told him with a sigh, as I tried to focus on getting my stuff together.

“Aria....please.” He begged.

“Why, should I?” I said, just a bit too harshly

“Aria….”

“Please, just go.” I told him, not having it in me to even talk to him anymore.

“What happened that you can’t even be in the same room as me now?” He asked.

“Did you really just ask me that? We broke up, remember that? Frankly, I don’t even want to be in the same building as you right now.” I reminded him.

“And I thought we were…  becoming friends again.” He said softly.

“Which was a mistake. And last I checked; friends don’t almost kiss their friends when they’re engaged.” I responded before I could stop myself.

“Didn’t you see my note?” He asked, seeing the flowers still on my desk.

“I couldn’t read your damn writing for once in my life.” I said.

“What happened that now all of a sudden, us being friends is a mistake? There’s no reason why we can’t still be friends! Can’t we still be friends?” He pleaded, not saying a word about almost kissing me or about his card.

How could he ask that? What had I been thinking before? There’s no way I could be friends with him when I’m still in love with him but he’s off being in love with someone else. Since we broke up, I waited for us to be together again but he obviously didn’t do the same. What makes him think we could be friends again when we’ve flirted with each other and that’s not fair to Victoria. I was better off before we came back into each other's lives, I might have been yearning for him to come back to me but at least I didn’t know he had moved on. How could we even be friends again after everything we’ve been through together? We had conversations about our future together, and now he’s begging for me to stay friends when my heart is still yearning for him.

“No, we can’t! Because it hurts, Ezra! We broke up and I waited for the day when we could be together again… then we finally meet again and it turns out you’re engaged. You wanna know something? I went through living hell, and the one person… The only person I needed more than anything changed his number and deleted any other way I could find him. It was like he never even existed.” I snapped.

“So, no. We can’t be friends and I don’t want to be.” I added, holding back my tears.

“When you were missing - I called, ready to come back and help find and bring you home. But I was told to fuck off and never call again. Hell, once I caught wind that you were back home… I went back for you.” He snapped and I stood up.

“Was it Byron?” I asked, unable to ask about him going back to Rosewood… at least not yet.

“No. It wasn’t someone I recognized.” He lied.

“You knew where I was, why didn’t you come see me then if you did go back?” I questioned.

“Because you needed normal years.” He told me.

“Nothing about my life has ever been normal, Ezra!” I snapped

“Exactly! You needed some sort of normalcy.” He responded.

“I did, he moved on.” I replied.

“If you think I actually wanted to move on from you… from us, you’re so damn wrong. Since day one, I’ve wanted to be with you despite the mixed signals I was giving. I’m still in love with you Aria and I’m always going to be in love with you! I’ve been trying to tell you, but you always find a way to run off, I called off the wedding and ended it with Victoria. Do you want to know why? Because I’m crazy in love with YOU.” He exclaimed.

Neither of us said anything as he stared into my eyes, what did he just say? There’s no way he just said he had called off the wedding and that he’s still in love with me. He probably just said that in the spur of the moment. But it does make sense of his mother hunting me down and going off on me. We could actually be together now… couldn’t we? All of a sudden, he caressed my cheek with his knuckles before cupping my face. He... called off his wedding for me, but I didn’t tell him to do that. And he’s claiming he’s still in love with me. I moved away before he could try to kiss me again, I can’t do this – he just broke up with Victoria. This isn’t the movie where the girl falls into the guys’ arms after he says he left his fiancée – this is the real world.

“Aria.” He whispered, grazing his hand over mine.

“Just go, Ezra.” I said quietly, he pulled a book out of his satchel.

“We may have broken up, but it was never over for me.” He told me, tossing it onto my desk.

He didn’t look back as he left, I sighed and eyed the book. The elevator closed and I stared at it, the title seems really familiar to me, but I just can’t put my finger on why. Jade walked up to her desk as I shoved the book in my bag. What did he think would happen; I would fall back into his arms learning he had just ended it with Victoria? At least, he didn’t show up when I was alone in the office. But I wish Jade wasn’t here because I already know she’s going to be bitchy. ‘It was never over for me.’ This man is going to drive me crazy. Hopefully, Lauren can go out with me tonight. He had come back to Rosewood for me…. But did he even get to my house or did my dad kick him to the curb and decided not to tell me. Of all the things my parents gave me once I got home after the dollhouse, nothing really helped. What I needed was to be with Ezra. While Hanna had Caleb, Emily had Maya with her, Spencer stayed with us for a bit then Toby got to go stay with her when Mr. and Mrs. Hastings wanted Spencer to remain at home. I only had the girls, and it wasn’t quite the same. I had barely been dating Noel again when he freaking shot me. Jason was there afterwards but… it didn’t feel the same and he wasn’t who I wanted it to be.

“Sounded like a whole lot of B.S. to me.” Jade snide and I rolled my eyes.

“Not in the mood Jade.” I said, willing myself not to slap her.

We grabbed our stuff and followed James towards the elevator. I swear if Ezra is still here… I’ll probably snap and smack him with my bag. The last thing I need right now is him still wanting to talk to me or even nearby. Why the hell did I tell him becoming friends with him was a mistake? James kept glancing towards me, and I forced a smile. There were a few people left in the lobby and unfortunately none of them were Jackson. After today, I could really use a coffee right now to pick me up. Ezra had been about to kiss me and I just told him to leave! What the hell was I thinking? I watched as Jade grabbed herself a cab, hopefully she won’t try to use Ezra as a way to get Amanda to fire me.

“Night Montgomery.” Jade said, sounding like she regretted trying to piss me off.

“Night Jade.” I responded as she got into a cab.

“See you tomorrow, Jade.” James called after her.

Not saying anything, James grabbed another taxi for us. After having that confrontation with Ezra, I almost forgot that we weren’t taking the train today. He let me into the cab first before getting in after me and gave the driver our addresses. We both know that he’s not going to push me to talk. Waiting five years for him, and after slowly becoming friends – it’s all over now. How could he even want to be friends with me? Especially after that? We broke up, and he said we’d be together again. Then after five years, I literally ran into him… just to find out he’s engaged. Now after what? Two weeks later, he ends it with Victoria. I locked out the window and watched the traffic. When we were kids and Mike would ask me which superpower I wanted – I always picked invisibility or telekinesis… right now, I would pick telepathy so I could just be home already and try to forget today. All of this is so confusing.

…….

“Are you working in the morning, or do you have class beforehand?” James asked as the cab pulled up in front of my building.

“I have class, should be there no later than one thirty.” I answered.

“Call off work if you need it, we both know Amanda won’t care. You came in that day when you were in extreme pain from your molar that one day.” He told me, shutting the cab door behind me.

Waving to James, I watched as the taxi drove off and turned the corner. I let myself into the building, just as my phone started ringing. It’s none of the girls, I have special ringtones for them and Ella. Just as I saw that it was Ezra calling – it became a missed call. What else could he possibly have to say after our conversation? I’m not even sure I would want to know, even though I told him to just leave…. I wished he had kissed me, wish I had kissed him. My thumb hovered over the call button and I sighed. Maybe he regrets even trying to attempt to kiss me. Just as I went to press the call, he texted and I stopped my thumb.

‘Hey, obviously that’s not how I wanted things to go down with us. But I meant every word Aria. The ball’s in your court now, whatever you want... I’ll respect your decision. But just know I’m not going to just sit and wait – I’m going to fight for us until I know what you want.’

Walking into the apartment, Riley was working on his homework. He nodded his greeting as I walked past, towards mine and Lauren’s room. Thank god, he didn’t notice my face or try talking to me. The only person I really need to talk to right now is Lauren. Hopefully she’s home, otherwise I’m just going to sleep. Who the hell does Ezra think he is? There’s no way he thought showing up at my work was a smart idea – he’s lucky Amanda wasn’t there. Because I’m pretty sure if she saw what went down, I would have lost my job… but he didn’t plan on his showing up to go the way he did. As much as I want to say I moved on and I don’t want to get back with him, I can’t. Despite the fact that after running into him and learning about his engagement and everything that has happened the last couple of weeks – I still love him and want to be with him. But I also feel pissed and have no clue why. Lauren looked up from painting her toenails, she patted the free spot on her bed. Damn, even though I was planning on talking to her – I wasn’t expecting her senses to rat me out within five seconds. 

“What’s wrong?” She questioned.

“As much as I love you, I hate your extra senses.” I told her, tossing my bag onto my bed.

“Come here, I can paint your toenails while you vent or sit and mope. You don’t even have to talk if you don’t want to.” She said, patting the spot again.

“What colors do you have?” I asked

“Girl, you know I have every color you could imagine plus glitters.” She laughed as I sat down.

“Rose gold glitter?” I asked hopefully.

“Brand new, grabbed a new bottle since Riley threw the other bottle away.” She answered, holding it up.

“Guess what else I have?”

She didn’t wait for me to guess or tell her I wasn’t going to guess. Just turned and bended over to open the bottom drawer of her nightstand, pulling out a bottle of the peach wine that we have during movie marathons. Still staring at her, I arched my eyebrows at her when she turned to see my face.

“Should’ve seen what I stored in my dorm nightstand.” She said giggling.

“Oh god.” I laughed.

“Ezra’s mother somehow tracked me down while I was out at lunch with Jackson – she berated me for trying to break him and Victoria up. Hold on, there’s A LOT more. She called me a tart, which at the time I didn’t understand why she called me a pastry. For the part you’re expecting, Ezra showed up at work when James, Jade and I were getting ready to leave. Tried to apologize for his mom’s behavior and one thing led to another. Even told me that he had ended it with Victoria because he’s still in love with me. On my way home… I got this.” I explained and showed her the text.

“Is that why you didn’t say anything to Riley when you came home? Heard the door but didn’t hear you telling him to do his homework or anything – kind of figured something was up.” She explained.

“He was doing his homework; he was practically zoned into it.” I told her.

She poured some of the wine into a cup and passed it to me. As much as I want to talk about it some more, it’s still so fresh and I feel that going in deeper would only hurt more. The last thing I needed was to have that whole conversation with Ezra. He still loves me, and it sounds like he’s always going to be in love with me. But there’s only so long he could wait for me to figure things out or until his mother pushes him into another engagement. Wait a minute…. Tonight wasn't the first time he almost kissed me – but we were kind of drunk the other night. Has he actually been trying to tell me for a while about him and Victoria without saying it? Watching me carefully as she painted my toes, Lauren held out a throw pillow to me.  I held it and stared at her and before I could ask, she gave me a look that told me. Taking a deep breath, I pressed my face into it and screamed.

Chapter Text

Going over my notecards for the last quiz we’ll be having in class before finals my phone lit up with another text from Ezra begging to talk. I had considered blocking him, but it will only hurt me more if I do that because it would really end any chance of us working out. Everything he said is still playing in my mind nonstop. It was never over for him, but he never tried looking for me and didn’t see me after the dollhouse. My emotions are all over the place; one minute I’m about to call him to tell him how I feel, then I’m pissed and ready to block his number and next thing I know I’m on the verge of crying over all of it. Riley asked if I was pregnant, and I whacked him with my notebook. He said the ball is in my court, what else could he say?

‘I know I said the ball’s in your court but I need to talk to you… to see you.’

I held back the urge to text him back, or even make plans to meet up with him. Staring at his contact photo, I quickly began typing out a response. No, I can't. This is something I need to figure out without him right in front of me. Before I could accidentally send it, I deleted it and tossed my phone onto the couch. He said he still loves me… but how could I get back together with him when he had just ended his engagement? Setting my homework down, I picked my phone back up and called Byron. Even though it’s a sensitive topic between us…. maybe he could give me some insight or something helpful. Plus, I could hear about Lola, I never get to see her since I’m in New York. Even though I barely saw her before leaving Rosewood.

“Hello?”

“Hey dad.” I said.

“Aria, how’s school?” He asked slightly distracted.

“It’s good, summer finals are coming up and in a few weeks or so I’ll be figuring out whether or not I have a permanent job at The Insider.” I told him

“Wow, it seems like you’re pretty busy these days. Lola Eve Montgomery pick up your toys, daddy’s not going to tell you a third time.” He said.

“How is Lola? And Meredith?” I asked, adding Meredith just to be polite.

“They’re great. Lola’s going into kindergarten.” He boasted.

“Last time I saw Lola, she was starting daycare. Maybe next time I’m up in Rosewood, I could come see you guys.” I suggested.

”You know why that’s a bad idea.” He said quietly.

“Right, don’t want to explain why your old kids are never around for your new one.” I snarked.

“Aria, I don’t want to fight with you. If that’s why you called, then you shouldn’t have even thought about calling.” He said annoyed.

“I called to talk to you, since you are my father too. Or you were at one point.” I said softly.

“There was a reason why I called, it wasn’t to pick a fight. Look, I know this is a sore subject between us but-.” I got cut off by Lola starting to cry.

All of a sudden, I heard nothing at all from the other end of the phone. I glanced at my phone screen and saw that Byron had hung up. Great conversation, I would say that I can’t believe he accused me of calling just to pick a fight… but it’s not much of a surprise. Our relationship hasn’t been the same since Ezra and I told him and Ella about our relationship my junior year. It’s only gotten more and more strained as the years went by; I’m the only one who ever reaches out now. Hanna doesn’t even speak or have any contact with Tom or Isabelle – just Kate as their relationship has surprisingly gotten better. She went completely off on him at graduation after he didn’t congratulate her or take any photos with her but did it with Kate. He never even checked in on her after the dollhouse, we all heard Ashley and Ella talking one night in the kitchen about how Tom didn’t seem concerned when he learned about Hanna missing or finally being  back home. Scrolling through my contacts, I saw Toby’s name. He wouldn’t hang up on me the way Byron just had, and he’s actually been a good distraction whenever I needed one. Pressing the call button, I held my breath hoping he’ll pick up.

“Aria Marie.” He greeted within two rings.

“Hey Tobes, are you busy?” I asked.

“I always have time for my little sister. What’s up?”

“Not much, just felt like talking to someone.” I told him

“You sound a little upset. Is something wrong?” He questioned.

“Nothing’s wrong.” I lied.

“I don’t fully believe you but okay. However, if Mike and I need to come up there and hurt Matt…. Let me know.” He said.

“Don’t tell anyone but there is no more Matt. I ended things with him a while ago.” I admitted.

“Any by anyone – mom and dad.” He answered.

“Precisely, and also anyone who would end up telling them.” I added and he chuckled.

“Ok… I lied about nothing being wrong.” I told him

“I knew that, but what’s wrong?” He questioned.

“Well… I just called Byron and I was pretty much told I can’t ever see Lola and then he hung up once she had started crying. But I don’t even get why I’m even upset at this; Byron has pretty much acted like I’m not his kid since the summer after eleventh grade.” I said, checking my cuticles. 

“Don’t kill me if I’m wrong or for even mentioning this; I know we weren’t really hanging out at the time or really even friends yet, but does this have anything to do with Ezra?” He asked hesitantly. 

“If you had to ask, you already know the answer.” I pointed out.

“Spencer sent me a message the other day and told me that there’s a chance you would call or even text me.” Damnit Spence.

“Wow, I don’t think I heard you even mutter her name since…. Well, you already know.”  I treaded carefully.

“You’re important to both of us, our past doesn’t matter when it concerns you.” He explained.

“Be honest with me, did he… did Ezra ever contact you after the Dollhouse?” I asked.

“No. But I have a feeling he called the house before we found you guys. I overheard Byron telling someone to fuck off. When you two broke up, you and I still weren’t really friends yet. So I don’t think Ezra would have ever thought to contact me.” I knew it had to be Byron.

“Aria? You okay, you're absolutely sure you don’t need  me to come up there?” Toby questioned.

“I’m fine. Are you trying to win the award for best big brother? Because you already have the award.” I teased.

“Then where’s my trophy?” He teased back.

“Okay, now I have to be honest.” He sighed.

“What is it?” I asked.

“You know the house that I've been building? It's actually been done for quite some time now.” He told me.

“But I don't know if I could even stay in that house.” He continued.

“Why? Are there ghosts?” I asked jokingly.

“Because I had started building it for Spencer. How on earth could I live in a house I had built for my ex girlfriend who I'm still in love with?” He rambled, probably unaware of what he just said.

“You're still in love with Spencer?” I questioned 

“Yeah, I am. I had started building the house for her.. for us, but then we broke up. Everytime I go through the house, I'm reminded of what could have been.”

“Why don't you tell her how you feel?”

“Hate to cut this short, but my break is almost up. But let’s talk soon okay?” He said quickly,

“I better go too. Still have some work to do. Thanks for talking to me.” I responded.

“Anytime.”

Hanging up, I grabbed my laptop and quickly started on my actual homework. Out of all the ways I could have ran into him again, why did it have to be this way? Ezra called to offer his help to find me, and even came back for me… but didn't even stay or reach out? We could have been friends then; he didn’t know what I needed because then he would have shown up at my house and stayed with me. Byron saw how I was, the girls even mentioned I had cried out in my sleep for him multiple times… he never even fucking told me Ezra called! Guess Ezra didn’t want to strain any relationship he thinks I still have with Byron by admitting Byron’s the one who answered the phone. Maybe he was right, maybe Ezra knew that what I truly needed was time away from him even if I didn’t know it yet.

…..

‘Hey, good luck on that date with that Vance guy. But I do need to talk to you about something… that could possibly… hopefully…. change how things are.’  

Ezra’s voice said in my head, waking me up. That’s pretty weird since that had been a text. Looking around, I saw that Lauren wasn’t in her bed and that it was nearly six ten. my phone buzzed and I picked it up to see the notification that Professor Hansley canceled class. Thank god, I can actually try to sleep in a bit more. Turning off my earliest alarm, I quickly laid back down and snuggled into my pillow. ‘Once I caught wind that you were back home… I went back for you.’ ‘I went back for you.’ ‘I went back for you.’ ‘We may have broken up, but it was never over for me.’ ‘Never over for me.’ ‘Never over for me.’ ‘Never over for me.’ Ezra repeated and I opened my eyes, knowing he wasn’t actually there. Maybe I should take the day off like James suggested, and use today to think everything out. Wait, when have I ever had to think something out? I’ve always just followed my heart - why is it different now? But he had just ended it with… wait, no, he’s been trying to tell me for a while that it wasn’t just recent. Besides, Jade would use my taking today to her advantage somehow.

“Damnit.” I muttered.

Getting out of bed, I made my way towards the bathroom to splash some water on my face. Definitely going over to Morning grind, because I’m going to need a lot of caffeine today. I grabbed my face wash and exfoliator from my organizer, turning the water on. but Ezra wasn’t even there. But he had come back for me. Quickly patting my face dry, I walked back into the bedroom and grabbed my phone to text Lauren.

‘Don’t ask why I’m awake - don’t wanna talk about it rn. I’m coming to MG in max 20 min.’

‘Ok, do you want your usual?’

‘Yes. But with like an extra shot or two please.’

‘Gotchu.’ 

Since I don’t have class now, maybe I could go into work early. Opening my work email app, I quickly typed an email explaining to Amanada about possibly coming in early and double checked it before sending it. Hopefully James didn't get to her before I did, even though I'm sure he did. Slipping on my flip flops, I grabbed my purse off the couch and headed for the door. Locking the door behind me, I rushed down the stairs and ran towards the street, hailing a taxi.

…..

“You downed that first coffee like it's a race. Okay, what brought on the need for two coffees this early in the morning?” Lauren asked as I handed her my card for a second time.

“I had a dream but I can't remember what was going on, the only thing I know is that Ezra was there - then his voice woke me up be saying something he had sent over text. While I was trying to go back to sleep, his voice kept saying what he sent in other text messages and what he said at work and even repeated himself like an echo.” I told her.

“He ended it because to him - you are the one for him. Not even in the movies, does someone call off an engagement and relationship for an ex if they didn’t think they were the one.” She told me.

“Maybe you should take the day, you clearly need to really just think about what it is you want with Ezra.” She added.

“As much as I’d like to, I’m not taking any chances of Jade taking advantage of the fact I took a day off.” I told her.

“You never told me, how did it go at dinner with him?”

“Weird? I don’t know. but the whole night I just wanted him to tell me he still wanted to be with me. It might have been my mind but it sounded like he was about to say he was waiting for me to do some traveling. Turns out he still has his copy of the photo we took on our sixth month anniversary.”

“Wait, you wanted him to say that and now he’s telling you that he ended it with Victoria because he’s still in love with you? Do you have super powers?” She asked, intrigued as my phone beeped.

Neither of us said anything, as she quickly looked concerned that she may have gone too far but I shook my head. We both know there are things neither of us know where the line is. She knows exactly where the line is when it comes to Alison and even what the girls’ and I went through junior and senior year. But a majority of the time, she never brought it up herself unless she absolutely felt like I needed to hear it.  If it hadn’t been for her, I probably wouldn’t have gone for the internship at The Insider. 

“Wear that white Malika shirt from Alice and Olivia with that cute bralette and the daysi skirt… In case you know, see him.” She smirked and I rolled my eyes before checking my phone.

‘Good morning Aria, thank you for letting me know about your class. James informed me about what happened the other day, I do insist you take the day off today. However even with you having today off, I have a project for you and Jade - so, I do need you to come in around 9am so you can pick up your part. Thank you, Amanda.’

“I was right, James convinced her to give me the day off.” I sighed.

“You don’t have to deal with Jade the bitch.” Lauren told me, trying to cheer me up.

“Bye, thanks for the coffee.” I called out, walking towards the door.

“Take one of my energy drinks - you might need it” She called after me.

……..

 As soon as I sat down at my desk, Amanda walked out of her office and motioned for me and Jade to come speak with her. Grabbing my notepad and a pen, I walked over to her with jade following close behind. Trying to get a little sneak peek at the article information packets, but couldn’t see anything insightful. Wonder if we’re going to be writing on the same topic, that would be pretty cool to…. oh wait, we did that in the beginning of summer. Then of course when Amanda asked us to critique each other’s paper, Jade circled literally everything and tried to correct every single thing - even tried to say I used the wrong punctuation when I didn't. But I just really hope mine doesn’t have anything to do with circus clowns.

“Aria, Jade. I have a little challenge for the two of you. I have two articles, one for a ballet recital and one for a political speech. Now-.”

“Obviously the political one is for me.” Jade said, cutting  her off.

“Not this time, you’ll be doing the ballet recital that's over at Manhattan's performing arts center. Aria, you’ll be over at the town hall. The mayor is giving a speech about his upcoming re-election campaign. That's the challenge, to see what you two can do with an article that isn't in your chosen field. Your articles will be your homework, I'll need it by the end of the week.” She said, handing us our information packets and went back into her office.

“God, could you have wanted a worse section?” Jade complained, looking at me.

“Switch with me.” She demanded as soon as Amanda shut her door.

“No, I don't like this any more than you do. But Amanda gave us the articles she did for a reason… or can you not handle it?” I challenged, knowing it’ll piss her off.

“I’m going to hate this so much.” She muttered, walking away.

I can already tell she’s going to be biased in her article, which is one of the big no-nos in journalism. Parker and I shared a look and it was clear she was thinking the same thing. Grabbing my bag, James and I stared at each other as I walked past. He gave me a slight apologetic look, I know he meant well. There were times I probably should have stayed home instead of working through; like when I had my molar issue that James mentioned. Part of me wonders if I’m acting like Spencer when it comes to work because I miss her and the girls.

‘You owe me.’ I mouthed and he nodded.

Walking onto the elevator, I quickly pressed the floor button. Looking through the packet, it pretty much just tells me the same thing Amanda just said; Mayor Bennett is giving a speech on the upcoming election and how he plans on running once more. Even though this is more Spencer’s kind of interest, maybe I can persuade Lauren to come with. Plus, even though we just went out a little while ago it feels like we haven't hung out in forever. Not even going to count coffee this morning. 

‘Warning, it’ll be boring but do you wanna come with me to the mayor's speech? Doing an article on it for Amanda.’

‘Sure, did you wanna meet at the apartment or there?’

‘We can meet at the apartment if that works better for you.’

….

Pacing the living room, I looked over at my phone on the coffee table. Really wish Amanda had let me stay at work. I’ve done nothing but stare at the texts Ezra had sent before. Lauren’s right; no one ends an engagement for someone else who might not even be the one. Allie didn’t end it with Roy because she only thought Noah was the one for her - she knew it was Noah for her.

“Let’s go over the facts here; he reached out when he found out I was kidnapped and even came back for me.” I said out loud.

“But he didn’t stay!” I argued

“He knew what I really needed, even if I didn't.”  I pointed out, plopping back onto the couch and reached for my phone.

Rereading his texts, I started typing a reply but deleted it instead. What am I supposed to say? Besides, this isn't a texting kind of conversation. Opening his contact info, I pressed call and quickly hung up before it could ring. The things we both said the other night, how could he actually want to  be with me still? Then there's the fact he still wants to talk to me face to face about something. Why is all of this so damn complicated and confusing! The buzzer went off and I got up, making my way over to it.

“Who is it?”

“I have a delivery for Aria Montgomery.”

“Be right down.”

Ella must have sent another care package and forgot to tell me. Grabbing the extra keys off the hook, I rushed down the stairs. As soon as I got to the ground floor, I stared at the box the delivery person was holding - it was wrapped. Which is weird that Ella wrapped the care package. She doesn’t normally wrap them. The only time she sent a wrapped package to me was a birthday present and my Christmas presents freshman year when I was stuck at school that break. But each of those times it had literally been half wrapped as if she ran out of wrapping paper, which is impossible at her house.

“Here you are miss.” The delivery person said, handing me the box

“Do I need to sign for it?” I asked.

“No, have a good day.” They said

“You too.” I managed, staring at the box.

Making my way up the stairs, I stared at the fact the return address belonged not to Ella or even Hanna but Ezra. He actually lives over by The Insider, so him showing up couldn’t have just been over by work looking for me. Probably just grabbing a cup of coffee or something. Wait, no. He lives at least half an hour away, there’s no way he just happened to be over by The Insider just for coffee or whatever. Rushing back into the apartment, I quickly unwrapped the box and opened it to see my favorite brand of salt n vinegar chips, sea salted trail mix, banana chips, mini m&ms, and even three packages of gummy bears. Seeing a card on the bottom, I picked it up. ‘I know how you like to snack while writing.’   He remembered all my favorite snacks and sent them to me? Even though I’ve practically been ignoring him? At least I could read his writing this time. Damn him for always remembering, and damn him for making me remember everything again. As I sat down and grabbed my phone, I opened my text's messages with Ezra. My mind raced with what to say to him; I really should thank him… but how am I supposed to thank him when he's waiting for me to agree to see him again? Can't exactly ignore that he wants to talk to me, or just see me in person again. Is this really confusing or am I just making it confusing for myself?

…..

Hearing commotion from Riley’s rooms I shook my head. I knew telling them not to fight over the video games was going to be useless since they’re going to fight one way or another. Grabbing my phone, I put my earbuds in and went into my music. Not paying attention to which playlist I turned on, I froze as Rod Stewart’s Have I told you lately   came on. I looked to see that I had turned on a playlist Ezra had made for me on Valentine’s day. Holding my phone in my hand, I complemented texting… no, it’s nearly ten. I am not going to be that girl who texts her ex late at night - even if he wants to get back together. Haven’t touched this playlist since before we had broken up, just never could delete it. 

Flashback:  March 2011

Ezra caressed my hand with his thumb as he drove us back to my house, thank god Ella let me go out with him tonight. But she had only done it since Byron is out of town with a few of his co-workers. He had made tonight really special even if it’s just for our six month anniversary. Looking at Ezra from the corner of my eye, it was clear that something was bugging him but he’s acting like everything is fine. Of course, we almost ran into Byron at a restaurant and so, we had to get away before he could see either one of us. Then we couldn’t find anywhere else to eat - I know he felt bad that all we got to eat was ice cream, but there’s no way it’s still upsetting him and this much.  As he slowly stopped the car at a red light, he let go of my hand and turned on some radio station that was playing ‘Have I told you lately’ by Rod Stewart.

“Have I told you lately I love you?” He asked, giving me that smile.

“I love you more.” I giggled as he brushed his lips against mine.

End of Flashback

Snapping out of my flashback, my stomach grumbled and I realized that neither me or Lauren ate dinner. I shuffled through the snacks that Ezra sent me, picking out a bag of gummy bears. Of all the things he could remember, how does him remembering my favorite snacks and candies affect me like this? Screw it, I’m going to text him. I grabbed my phone and started texting him. At this moment, I don’t care how late it is - if anything he can text back tomorrow or even in a few days. Hell, he still had our photo in his wallet… unless he just put it back there.

‘Hey, sorry for the late text, even though you didn't have to, just wanted to say thanks for the snacks.’

‘You’re welcome and I wanted to. Besides, who else is gonna eat those gross salt and vinegar chips lol.’

‘They’re not gross, you just have no taste.’

‘Really? Cause I’m in love with you, which means I have excellent taste.’

I stared at his response, feeling my cheeks heating up. Biting my lip, I tried to think of something witty but also flirty to send back. What could I even respond to that? Hearing Riley’s door open, I quickly tossed my phone to the side and opened the gummy bears. Lauren and Riley came out just as I popped a gummy bear into my mouth. As Lauren plopped onto the couch behind me, Riley went into the kitchen and we heard him rummaging for food.

“Riley won two out of three.” Lauren complained.

“I offered a rematch and you won the first round.”

“You won twice, I wasn’t going to lose three times in a row.” She said as I grabbed my phone.

A: ‘I know I haven't said anything about it, but if it's not too late could we meet sometime soon?’

E: ‘Of course, just let me know when/where and I'll be there.’

A: ‘When are you free?’

E: ‘I have tomorrow off.’

A: ‘I'm at work all day - Tuesday?’

E: ‘I have classes back to back along with meetings.’

E: ‘This used to be easier lol.’ 

A: ‘Oh shut up Fitz.’

E: ‘Make me ;)’

A: ‘Getting pretty bold there buddy.’

E: ‘Hold on - I’m dying now. That’s it… I’m dead and it’s because you called me buddy.’

“Go find him now!” Lauren giggled, reading over my shoulder

“He’s not actually dying, you know that right?” I questioned.

She rolled her eyes  and playfully nudged me. No clue how any of this is going to play out with Ezra, but I'm following my heart now. I’m pushing everything else out of the equation; his now ended engagement. When it came to relationships, it was always him. Even when we weren't together, I knew deep down that he's the one for me. Whether this brings us back together or breaks my heart just like years ago - only time will tell. 

Chapter Text

Few days later

I sighed as Caleb looked up from his Spanish textbook, he offered to be my tutor for what I… missed from being kidnapped since we’re in the same class. Even though Ella wasn’t sure about letting me go back to school so soon, I didn’t want to stay home any longer. It scares me shitless to just go to sleep and wonder if I'm going to still be home or not when I wake up. There were headlights, pulling into the driveway and Caleb glanced out the window. None of the girls said they were coming over and none of us had plans to hang out… except for me and Caleb. Looking towards Caleb, he shrugged and it was clear it wasn’t Ella and he didn’t know who it could be. The doorbell rang and he pointed his head towards the door. I rolled my eyes and went to go see who was at the door. Opening the door, I gasped as Ezra stood there staring at me with roses in his hand. As much as I want to say something, my brain and mouth aren’t cooperating together. He didn’t say a word as he sat the flowers down and pulled me into his arms.

“God, I looked everywhere for you.” He breathed, leaning in to kiss me.

Before his lips could touch mine, the room started spinning. What the hell is happening?  All of a sudden, we were back at The Times office and I looked around confused. We were just at my mom’s house…. How the hell… am I dreaming? But Ezra’s wearing the same clothes he was when he declared that he’s still in love with me. Or am I time traveling? I glanced around and didn’t see James or Jade anywhere, okay this has to be a dream. if I was time traveling, they’d still be in the room.

“I’m crazy in love with YOU.” Ezra exclaimed.

“What? We - we were just…. what?” I questioned, looking around confused.

“I’m still in love with you Aria and I’m always going to be in love with you!” He said, like I'm not having some sort of crisis.

“You already said that.” I told him.

“We may have broken up, but it was never over for me.” He told me, tossing his book  onto my desk.

“Aria.”

“ARIA.” 

“Get your ass out of bed and go to class.” Lauren said, waking me up.

“Crap!” I exclaimed, seeing it was nine thirty and jumped out of my bed.

“Grabbed you a coffee, so it should still be hot. Probably not as hot as whatever dream that was.” She teased as I rushed putting on deodorant.

“Not that kind of dream.” I told her, slipping on my flip flops.

“Well, I’m pulling a double at the club tonight. Probably won’t see you until tomorrow… maybe.” She told me and handed me the coffee.

“Bye, thanks for the coffee.” I called out, running out of the apartment.

……..

I sat down just as Professor Hansley walked in. Still can't believe  I slept through my alarm and had fallen back asleep until Lauren woke me up. I pulled my notebook out of my bag and sighed, looking at Ezra’s book… been meaning to take that out. Everyone was talking about who could be coming in today to talk about their book, Professor Hansley has managed to not only book a new author but also keep their name under wraps the entire summer. Picking up my phone, I opened the email Hansley sends out before every class. Usually, I read it on the bus ride here but I’m completely out of it today. All through the night, I just tossed and turned in my bed. We stared at Hansley, waiting for her to start class but instead, the door opened and Ezra walked in. Thought he had a work thing…. oh my god THIS is his work thing! Oh no, this isn't how we were supposed to meet up! Glancing towards Hansley, she nodded to Ezra as she was starting to take attendance on the other side of the room. If I didn't need this class to graduate, I'd be sneaking out of here.

“Hello, I’m Ezra Fitz. Author of Ostinato and English literature professor at Columbia university.” Ezra said and I slid farther down in my seat as he looked around at everyone.

Of all the authors in the state, let alone the country, why did it have to be Ezra? Especially while we're trying to find a time to meet up, this is not what either of us had in mind! Someone passed a book to me and I saw it was the book Ezra wrote…. and the same one he had tossed onto my desk at work the other day that's now in my bag. Sliding down a bit, I made sure Ezra wasn't looking towards my area and I opened the book to see what it's even about. Oh my god! It's our story! From when we met to the night we broke up over the phone. Closing the book, I caught a glimpse of the title ‘Ostinato’ and I finally remembered where I've heard that word before.

Flashback – April 2011

Ezra brushed some hair behind my ear and pressed his lips to mine. Thank God, Byron’s out of town for the week, otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to convince Ella to let me stay with Ezra tonight. But she told me that nothing better happen between us tonight, otherwise she won’t let me keep seeing Ezra behind Byron’s back like this. Even though I've thought about what it would be like with him.. I don’t think right now is the best time and I have no idea what his thoughts are. But I’m pretty sure Ella’s coming around a bit quicker than we thought she would. Ezra slowly pulled away and I snuggled into him a bit more. He had made us shrimp and tofu alfredo. This man clearly loves me if he’s eating all this vegan and vegetarian food for me… hell, he made it for me when he can barely make a frozen pizza.

“You’re not even paying attention to the movie Ez.” I giggled.

“Not my fault, my date happens to be more beautiful than the movie.” He whispered.

“I should be taking you out to an actual movie theater, not this.” He said motioning to his tv.

“But this is so much better than an actual movie theater.” I half lied 

“How?” He questioned but he seemed to know that I’m half lying.

“Because it’s much easier to snuggle up to you.” I murmured, pressing my lips to his.

“Ostinato.” He whispered as we pulled apart.

“Mhm?” I asked, not really hearing what he said.

“Ostinato: a constantly recurring melodic fragment. You’re mine.” He breathed.

End of flashback 

“She has and always will be my Ostinato.” Ezra said, snapping me out of my flashback.

He actually wrote our love story; I remember when we talked about it a few times before we had broken up. But… but he actually did it. It never occurred to me that he’d write it while we were apart, I always imagined he’d write his book and I’d write mine after we got back together. Th-this book is our short lived love story a-and it’s in his perspective. Oh my god, he ended his engagement because he still loves me. He really hadn’t just said that out of thin air and he’s just been wanting to prove that he’s really still in love with me and not wanting to give up on us.

“Do you have any favorite scenes in the book?” Kelly asked

“Quite a few. When I first met her, when I finally told her I loved her for the first time and our first date. But any time I could spend with her was my favorite.” Ezra answered and I couldn’t hold back my smile at that.

“Was it easy to write everything since you were there?”  Kelly questioned and he shook his head.

“Not always, because I also had to go back to the times where we fought or even the breakup.” He told us.

“Why haven’t you looked for her?” Todd inquired 

“I found her, but time has passed… things have happened and changed.”  Ezra explained.

“What was your least favorite thing about writing your book?” Derek asked, wow I forgot he was even in the class.

“The last chapter, it was the night we broke up. Even though that night had haunted me, I still hated to go back to that night or even relive any of our fights.” He answered.

“What does Ostinato mean? Is she still yours?” Another asked

“It means: a constantly recurring melodic fragment. Even though time has passed and changed…  yes, she’s still my Ostinato and always will be.” Ezra responded.

“You should win her back.”

“Way ahead of you on that, I’m working on it right now.”

…..

I stared at Ezra, unable to take my eyes off him. Somehow he hasn’t seen me during class while telling us more about his process with publishing his book. His book… the book he wrote about us . I glanced at the clock, class is almost over which means he’ll end up seeing me. Am I even fully ready to see him right this very moment, or have a conversation with him here?  It’s been a few days since we last saw each other, plus we’ve sort of… kind of been flirting while trying to find time to meet up. For all I know, he could have changed his mind and gotten back with Victoria. No - he wouldn't do that to me, he'd tell me. As Ezra turned to face the other side, I grabbed my bag and carefully moved towards the aisle. God, I'm pathetic - I should just face him. Maybe I could meet him over at Columbia, that’d give me some time to think about what to say. Slowly moving my bag onto my shoulder, I quickly switched into the seat behind me and kept going. As soon as it was clear for me to do, I bolted out of the auditorium door. Leaning against the wall, I caught my breath.

“Alright, thank you for coming Mr. Fitz.” I heard Hansley say before I ran off.

……

Letting out a shaky sigh, I stared at the first page of the final chapter. We break up here and he goes off to New York to restart his life. Maybe the fact I never took his book out of my bag is some sort of sign…. actually it just proves that I probably do need to clean my damn bag  out. Feeling the tears, I wiped them away before they had a chance to fall. Even though we’ve been planning on meeting up, this felt like getting hit by bricks. Looking up, I saw little kids running around playing with their parents or the other little kids. At least, I stopped at home and changed into a white embroidered dress. So now I don’t have to meet Ezra looking like I’ve been in bed all day or something, even though I know he wouldn’t care. Inhaling, I turned my attention back to the last chapter.

‘For days, I knew it was coming whether I liked it or not. Twenty times that day: that I had either picked up my phone to text her to come over or even call her and twenty times I wimped out and  procrastinated doing it. Whether it was finishing packing or throwing out food that no longer needed to be saved. Anything that crossed my mind, I did it just to put off saying goodbye. Because once I did, it would be over and I’d need to let her go until we could be together again. Once I had finally gained the courage to ask her to come over, she said her dad forbade her from seeing me tonight and was on house arrest with no way to sneak out. As much as I hated to agree with her dad at that point, I knew seeing her would make it even harder. When I had finally gained the balls to call her, we both knew the reason. Neither of us had to say the words ‘break up’ out loud. It was like we had a silent mutual understanding - this was that kind of call. As soon as the words got brought up, she agreed that it was for the best for both of us. But I refused to think of it being over forever - still do.

“I hate that we’re doing this over the phone.” I told her.

“Me too, but it’s probably better this way.” She said.

“This wasn’t how it was supposed to end for us.” She whispered.

“I refuse to think of this as an ending and so should you. This is not our ending, not by a long shot.” I told her.

“Hey, I love you Aria.” I said softly.

“I love you too Ez.” 

That was the last thing she ever said to me, last time I ever heard her voice. It was clear that she hadn’t wanted me to hear her cry. Her voice cracked at ‘love.’ and it was only a matter of time before she hung up. All I wanted to do was to drive over to her house just to see her one last time, to kiss her one last time - didn’t give a rat’s ass that her parents didn’t want us to see each other. But I regret not fighting harder for us… for her. If there is one thing I’m 100% positive about - it’s that I know she’ll make something great out of herself one day. And even though I wish I could be by her side as she does, the last thing I want is to risk holding her back. Although life isn’t always romantic but realistic, I know that one day I’ll be with her again.

‘This is for my forever Ostinato and B-26. I love you and one day we’ll be together again.’

He knew why I hung up that night? Well, it’s not like we were fighting and I hung up in anger. All these years until getting with Victoria… he was waiting for me just like I was for him. But of course his mom had to get involved and push him into Victoria’s arms then push them into getting engaged. It really hadn’t just been recent that he ended it with her… even though he said he’s been trying to tell me that. Deep down, I knew he wasn’t lying about that. But why was it so hard for me to comprehend it until now?  Someone sat down next to me and I internally sighed. 

“He never stopped loving you. The night you and Spencer came to dinner to meet my parents, he ended it with me because he knows you’re the one for him.”

Hearing Victoria’s voice, my stomach knotted up as I turned to see her sitting on the bench next to me. Wait… he ended it that same night? Oh my god, he’s been trying to tell me since then! Why didn't he say anything at dinner? Wait, I know why - he even told me the reason: I kept walking away before he could. I looked over to see Victoria sitting with a latte in her hand, oh god she’s going to throw that on me.

“No, I'm not going to throw this on you. I can see that look in your eye. He never loved me, not the way he’s still in love with you. This is where his office is and his office hours, don’t let this go to waste.” She told me.

“I'm so sor-” she cut me off

“Don't be. I'd rather have him call off the engagement now instead of handing me divorce papers in a year. I knew he was still in love with you when we met. But as time went by, it seemed like he was trying to force himself to love me and do what his mother wanted – to an extent.” She explained.

Trying to comprehend what she's saying, I couldn't stop myself from staring at her. How could she not want to throw that drink at me? I'm the reason Ezra could never fall in love with her naturally, or even at all. Even though I know he's still in love with me, it feels different with Victoria telling me these things. What could I possibly even say to that? Before I could try to say anything, she handed over a map of Columbia university.

“And Aria? Your name is the one he says in his sleep… not mine. Also I'm sorry about my little brother, he was raised better than what he did to you and Spencer.” She apologized.

“Wait, umm Ez- Ezra being there when Sterling… did what he did.” I managed to finally say something. 

“I overheard Sterling talking to one of his friends, told Ezra he should rescue you. Also talked really loudly about wedding details, to try and push him to tell you he ended it.” She explained.

“He was in my class today and…and…. It’s always been him.” I rambled.

“Then. Go. Get. Him.” She told me.

“I will not waste this latte on you, but I will shove you into a cab if you don't go get him.”

…….

“Columbia university, that’ll be twelve fifty.”

I quickly gave the driver a twenty and got out. Walking onto the campus, I looked at the map and looked up at the buildings. Following the map, I quickly navigated my way towards the English building. Thank god it’s on the ground floor. What could I even say to him? Besides that I want to be with him, but he probably thinks I hate him or something now. No, that’s impossible because I wouldn’t have been flirting with him if I hated him. 

“Thanks.” I said to someone holding the door open for me.

All of a sudden, I was at his office - any memory of making my way here is non existent. He may not even want to be with me anymore. That's stupid, there's no way he would change his mind like that and not tell me… is there? No, I'm being paranoid or something. He literally said that he’s working on winning me back. But what he doesn’t know yet is that he already has me, I just need to find him and tell him that part. Knocking on the door, I didn't hear anyone or anything. I peeked through the blinds and sighed as I couldn't see whether or not someone was in there. Maybe he’s on his way back and I could just sit here and wait on this bench? No,  I’ll just text him and make plans to meet up. Turning the corner, I walked into someone and knocked the few books out of their hands.

“Crap! I’m so sorry.” I apologized, helping them pick the books up.

“Aria.”  I looked up to see Ezra.

“Hi.” I breathed as he helped me back up.

“You really enjoy walking into me.” He teased, setting the books on the bench next to us.

“It wasn't just me here, you walked into me too.” I pointed out.

“Were you expecting someone else to run smack into you?” I joked and he chuckled.

“No, I was hoping I'd see you. But I was not expecting anyone to come walking into me like a blind person.

“Oh, blind person huh? Takes one to know one.” I teased.

“You seem pretty alive for someone who said they were dead.” I teased.

“If calling you buddy killed you, wonder what this would do to you.”

Before he could respond, I brushed my lips against his. Realizing what I meant, he pulled me closer to him. God I’ve missed him, us…. Everything. Cupping my face, he gently tried to pull my face closer to him with no luck, getting me to giggle. I wrapped my arms around his neck and his hands moved from my face up to my hair. As we slowly pulled apart, he brushed gentle little pecks to my lips. We finally pulled apart and he rested his forehead against mine.

“God, I’ve missed you.” He breathed. 

“You have no idea.” I whispered as he brushed his lips against mine once more.

“Also, you are not very sleuthy, I saw you sneaking out of class earlier.” He told me, slowly pulling away.

“Sleuthy? That’s the non existent word you’re going with?” I giggled.

“Sounded cool, so…. yeah.”

“You… are such… a dork.” I murmured, brushing my lips to his again.

“Well, you called me buddy so I get to use the word sleuthy.” He pointed out.

Chapter Text

Next day

Walking down West 59th Avenue, I saw the sign for The Hummingbird. Ezra had insisted on taking me out for dinner before we stop at my place so I can grab some clothes for the weekend. Even though we know he would have preferred to pick me up, we agreed to meet a bit further away as neither of us wanted to risk anyone at The Insider seeing us… at least not yet. And all morning I’ve tried to think about how I’m going to tell Amanda about being with Ezra, can’t even imagine how it’ll be telling Ella. Thankfully Jade left early today, because I’m pretty sure that since everyone can tell I have good news, she would’ve followed me. At least this place isn't too far from work, hopefully Ezra wasn’t waiting long. I could see Ezra in the dining room of the restaurant as I walked in. Thankfully there was no host at the moment, so I just made my way towards him.

“Hi you.” I said as he stood up.

“Hi.” He murmured, brushing his lips to mine

“Thought last night was a dream.” I whispered as we pulled apart.

“That makes two of us….” He murmured, brushing his lips against mine again.

“Were you waiting long?” I breathed as we pulled apart.

“No, I just got here about a few minutes ago.” He told me, helping me down into the chair.

“How was your day?” I asked. 

“Way too slow, felt like time was frozen and not in a good way.” He said, giving me that smile that I love.

…….

As our waiter walked away, neither of us said a word as we dug into our food. It wasn’t even an awkward silence between us, it’s just like old times yet newer. I’m still trying to comprehend  that after all these years, Ezra and I are actually back together. No more waiting for the day we reunite, or thinking what could have been and trying to move on from what we had. This is it - him, me… us . But pretty soon I’m going to have to tell Ella about us being back together, the girls too. Although, what if it doesn’t even work out? It didn’t work out before and it got us five years away from each other. Cupping my face with one hand, he snapped me out of my thoughts.

“You’re far away.” He whispered, softly caressing my cheek with his thumb. 

“Not that far if I’m right next to you.” I joked and he chuckled.

“I know how your mind works Ar, what’s going on in there?” He inquired.

“What if we’re just fooling ourselves and it doesn-.” He carefully leaned over, pressing his lips to mine.

“It’s us, you're talking about. Just because things didn't work out last time when I didn’t fight hard enough-.”

“Do not say that Ez.” I cut him off.

“Aria, I just up and left.” He pointed out.

“No, you did not just up and leave. You didn’t have any other options at the time. Byron made it impossible for you to stay.” I reminded him.

“I did have options, tried looking at other schools and other colleges nearby but they didn’t work out. But I’m not making that decision again…. I’m here and not going anywhere this time. Not letting you go either.” He said, cupping my face.

“Me too.” I giggled as he pressed his lips to mine.

“Also, looking at other schools nearby does not support your terrible claim of just up and leaving.” I pointed out as he caressed my face.

“Should give you a fair warning, Hardy lives with me.” Ezra said, taking a sip of his coke. 

“Well, I do have two roommates who usually want to kill each other and I have two brothers. So, I’m pretty sure I can handle Hardy.” I said and he chuckled.

…..

Ezra’s pov 

Walking out of the bathroom, I saw Aria was still asleep. She was softly snoring and it was clear that her midol was either starting to or had already worn off. God, it's still astounding that we're back together. Even if it had been iffy for a bit with us, I would have gone to the moon and back to prove she’s the one for me. Hell, I should have done it years ago - proving that I am crazy in love with her to her parents. Once I moved in with Hardy after leaving my mother’s place, it didn’t take  long for him to realize I really am crazy for her. Boy was he surprised when she had comebacks waiting for him whenever he made little comments here and there last night. As I carefully laid back down, her eyes slowly opened and looked into mine. 

“Didn’t mean to wake you, go back to sleep, Ar.” I whispered.

“Really hope you washed your hands.” She yawned and I chuckled.

“Bought some more midol, tampons, and pads in case you need them.  was just putting them away. So, I promise my hands are clean. Also got you some candy – yes I even got you some chocolate and ice cream…. Also cuddles.” I said softly, draping my arm over her.

“You did not have to do that, but thank you.” She murmured.

 “How could I not take care of my girlfriend?” I whispered, brushing some hair back from her face

Hearing the word come out of my mouth, I smiled to myself just as Aria blushed. She snuggled into me, quickly falling back to sleep. For five years, I couldn’t call her that, having to stay away so she could have some normalcy and I figured out what my next step was. Even when I heard she was home safe from  that hell hole of a dollhouse - the news had called it and I went back to see her, I knew that she still needed time away from me. The last thing she needed was people possibly figuring out our past when she had reporters coming at her left and right while trying to recover from what she went through. But now, finally, I have her back and nothing else matters to me. I could lose all my money tomorrow, but as long as she’s here with me… I don’t care.

……   

Aria’s pov

Ezra slipped his arms around me as he showed me the controls of the video game controller. We’ve been playing this monster killing game for whatever reason, he kept getting killed by the monsters and now I have to kill it. Hardy left after he died a few times, since he had to get to work. Not sure who was more nervous about me and Hardy being in the same room; him or Ezra. But it wasn’t even weird - of course, Ezra warned me Hardy might make a few comments. Thank god I grew up with Hanna and Spencer in my life, because I don’t know if I’d be able to make witty comments if I hadn’t.

“I am not new to video games, Ez.” I giggled as his hands brushed mine.

“Oh, I remember.” He breathed, pressing his lips to my cheek.

“If you’re trying to distract me, it’s working a lot better than when Mike does it because he just throws crap at me.” I joked and he chuckled.

“Besides in your words ‘being a pain your ass’ how’s Mike?” Ezra asked.

“Good, over at EastView college in Philly. It’s a good thing he’s better at driving now, otherwise he’d have to get picked up from school or the station on breaks.” I said and he arched an eyebrow.

“We both know there’s a story just trying to get out of that cute mouth of yours. Spill.” He said, getting me to giggle.

“When Mike started learning to drive, he crashed the car into a fast food sign. Dad took the blame, even though I had taken over teaching Mike.”

“I’m guessing if she freaked that one time he fell off his bike - she really freaked out when that happened.” Ezra guessed.

“She doesn’t know it was him, dad took the blame.” I laughed.

“Did your dad make him nervous?” He questioned.

“Yes…. because he was nervous because Mike was driving and obviously that made Mike nervous. Which was why I took over.”

“At least you didn’t teach him when he was six years old , like I did when I was thirteen.”

“Ez! You taught your brother to drive a car at six years old?” I questioned, playfully smacking him.

“Yeah, thirteen year old boys are pretty stupid.” He chuckled

“Okay, you’re at NYU and Spencer’s over at Yale, but what about the others?” He questioned, switching the topic.

“Well, Hanna is over at The New School for fashion design. Emily and Maya are both at Danby, they’re the only ones who stayed near Rosewood. And Caleb’s over at University of New Haven.” I told him

“Hanna being at The New School doesn’t surprise me, she used to draw shoes on tests when she didn’t know a question.” He chuckled.

“That doesn’t surprise me at all.” I responded.

“Caleb didn’t go with her to New York?”

“That was originally their plan, or her plan. However, the day we all opened our acceptance letters - she found out he didn’t even apply to colleges in New York.” I explained.

“How did that go?” He asked.

“It was complete chaos, we opened each other's letters- why I don’t know. Then Hanna and Caleb had a three day silent fight after it.” I told him.

                           Flashback - April 2012

Staring at the piles of either rejection or acceptance letters, I looked up as Toby came over with the to go bag from The Grille. Can’t even count how many there are in the middle of the table, there are definitely more than ten. Caleb plopped down and picked up his pizza as Emily and Maya put their environmental science homework away. Hanna flipped through her magazine, unaware of everyone here. This is it, we all get to find out where we got accepted or rejected. But still no clue why we decided to open each others’ letters. We’re all either going to be in different parts of the country or staying near home. After the past few years… we all deserve to get as far away as we possibly can. Spencer looked over and I could tell we were the most nervous. Everyone was already opening letters; we all want to get this all over with.

“Spencer has; UCLA, Harvard, Dartmouth, UPENN, Princeton, Duke, Brown, University of Chicago, University of Oxford, University of Cambridge. What happened to Yale?” Toby said, getting straight to the point.

“Didn’t apply.” She said as I took a bite of my ravioli.

“For Maya; Danby, MIT, Columbia Chicago, University of Delaware, UC Berkeley, John Hopkins.” Caleb announced, rummaging through the envelopes.

“Thought you weren’t applying to Delaware?” Em questioned.

“I wasn’t but then I was like ‘what the hell, why not?’ Then I forgot to tell you, but we know it was more of a safety thing.” Maya told her.

“For Hanna there is; FIT, Pratt Institute, Otis College of Art and Design, California College of the Arts, and The New School.” Caleb said.

“UCLA, Emerson, NorthWestern, Columbia Chicago, Oberlin, Hamilton, Boston University, and UOSC for Aria.”

“Danby, Berkeley, UOSC, Stanford, University of Arizona, NorthWestern, and University of Louisville all obviously want Emily.” Hanna read.

“Spence, you ready?” I asked, receiving a nod.

“Still can’t believe you applied to colleges in England.” Maya said as I opened the envelopes.

“Stanford -accepted. UCLA - accepted. Harvard - accepted. Dartmouth - accepted. UPENN - accepted. To save the rest of my breath… you got accepted into all of them Spence.” I told her, sliding  her  acceptance letters over to her.

“Em’s going to Danby, UOSC or Northwestern! Unless she decides to go to Berkeley.” Maya said.

“Maya’s going to Danby, MIT, or Delaware!” Toby responded.

Feeling Toby nudge me, I looked over and it was clear we were thinking the same thing. Spence didn’t need to tell either of us; she was only nervous because of her parents and Melissa. They want her to go to UPENN just like the three of them and the last few generations of the Hastings’ family. At this point, it wouldn’t surprise me if the Hastings’ were the ones who founded the school. But I know she’s more nervous about Yale since that’s her dream school despite her parents and Melissa keep telling her about UPENN. Just like I am and NYU, Byron kept saying I should just settle on Hollis or if I really want to leave so bad, he could try and get me into Syracuse.

“Hanna got accepted into The New School!” Spencer exclaimed.

“We’re going to New York babe!” Hanna squealed, looking towards Caleb

“Yeah, about that…” He started.

“There’s ten letters left.” Hanna pointed out, interrupting him.

“Two are mine, it’s just University of Connecticut and University of New Haven.” Caleb said.

“What happened to New York?” Hanna questioned.

“I’ve been trying to tell you, none of those colleges felt right and the programs aren’t what I’m looking for.” Caleb told her.

“Guess who’s either going to California, New York or Chicago.” Maya said, looking at me.

“Caleb’s going to the University of New Haven.” Emily said softly.

No one said anything as Hanna got up and left. Now until these two talk, it’s going to be so  awkward for everyone; especially Spencer and Toby. The last time they argued, we all had to pick sides and Hanna got mad when neither me or Maya picked a side. If Spencer and I decide to go to Yale and NYU, at least the four of us will be somewhat close to each other. New Haven is at most two or three hours away. Plus, The New School is literally a few blocks away from NYU - we could see each other all the time. 

“We could apartment together if we both decide to go to Chicago.” Spencer told me.

“I could come with and get a job at some construction site.” Toby added.

“The only person who would like that is Spencer. She doesn’t already live with you - I live with you and it’s not pleasant.” I told him, giving him a look.

End of Flashback

“Spencer didn’t apply to Yale?” He questioned.

“She did, but Melissa told her she opened the letter and Yale rejected her. Of all the years I’ve known her and her family, that was the biggest fight I’ve witnessed between those two.”

“Almost went to Chicago instead, even when Spencer found out she was accepted into Yale and chose to go there.” I added.

“You almost didn't go to NYU? That's surprising.” He said.

“I know, we can thank Toby for that. He all but dragged me and Spencer there for a weekend. God he was annoying that weekend, kept pointing at everything and saying how one thing or another was bad.” I said, rolling my eyes and he chuckled.

“Well, he definitely got you exactly where you should be.” He murmured, pressing a kiss to the side of my head.

……….

Somehow, we ended up on the Brooklyn bridge after going to a few different art museums in the city. I’m pretty sure neither of us know where we’re going at this point but I don’t care where we go. If all we do is walk around the city, that's perfectly fine with me as long as I'm with Ezra. There are still some questions I have. Hell, I don't know how to ask or if he's even ready to talk about it. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and I reached up and took his hand in mine.

“How come you never told me your full last name?” I asked, biting the bullet

“You have met my mother right?” He asked, arching an eyebrow.

“Oh yeah, she’s a delight.” I said sarcastically and he chuckled

“My senior year in high school, my girlfriend had told me she was pregnant and my mother ended up paying her to take care of it. She told me she did and then disappeared. Saw a couple friends from high school a few months ago, she kept the baby and it turns out it wasn’t mine. Guess she told me the baby was mine because she knew my mother would pay her to ‘take care of it’. But she somehow managed to secure both money and a place of her own from my mother. There’s a lot more reasons with my mother, but that was the last straw. I left home before graduation and stayed with one of my friends. Then after graduation to cut any , I shortened my last name and you know the rest. so, I'm not a serial killer or whatever could be worse than a serial killer.” He chuckled, giving me a small smile.

“I’m sorry.” I said and he pressed his lips to mine

“All of that led me to you.” He murmured, slowly pulling away.

“You’re cute babe. Also your ex sounds just as delightful as your mother.” I said sarcastically.

“Tell me about it.” He chuckled.

………

Slowly opening my eyes, I couldn't figure out where the hell I’m at. I vaguely remember getting up an hour or so ago to go to the bathroom and to make sure I didn’t leak through. But I guess I didn’t realize I wasn’t at home. My stomach started to knot up as I tried to figure out where I was, it feels like I’m frozen in place and I can’t get myself to get up to find out where I’m at. Obviously I’m somewhere safe - but why can’t I remember? Did I take my medicine on time last night? The last time I didn’t take my pill on time I ended up having a panic attack when the subway got stuck in a tunnel and it was pitch dark. All of a sudden, an arm draped over me and I felt myself internally relax. That’s why I’m not panicking… I’m with Ezra. Of course my body relaxed once he touched me, he's my safe place.

“Good morning, beautiful.” He said sleepily.

“Hi.” I giggled, rolling over to face him.

“Are you okay Ar? You seemed tense until i placed my arm over you.” He asked carefully.

“I am now. Pretty sure I didn’t take my medicine at nine like I’m supposed to.”

“Pretty sure you took it a bit closer to ten.” He told me.

“That explains it. If I don’t take it on time, I end up having panic attacks. Weird thing is, I can take it earlier than nine but if I take it later then it affects me. But apparently, my body knew exactly where I was before my mind did.” I said.

He didn't say anything as he gently pulled me into his arms. I snuggled into him as his fingers slowly caressed my lower back. Knowing him, it wouldn't surprise me if he put himself in charge of making sure to remind me to take my medicine but it's not his job it's mine. But how on earth did I not know to take it on time? It's not like it's a new medicine for me! I even thought about taking it but then somehow it left my brain. Resting his forehead against mine, he pressed his lips to my forehead and caressed my cheek with his thumb.

“What?” I giggled as he stared into my eyes, as if I'd disappear.

“Your presence feels like the first sip of coffee in the morning. Comforting and needed. And when you came back into my life, I finally felt like I could breathe again. No one makes me feel the way you do."

“You came back into my life, deal with it.” He added, giving me a small smile.

“Make me.” I teased as he brushed his lips to mine again

“How about some coffee?” He asked.

“I think we should just lay here for a little bit longer.” I whispered.

“Sounds good to me.”

He draped his free arm over me and kissed the top of my head as I nuzzled my face into his chest. There's so much more  to tell him of everything that went down senior year. But even if he doesn't say it, we both know he won't push on it. He’d just wait for me to tell him on my own timeline. If I could change some of my decisions that I made that year, I would. Starting with somehow dating Noel Kahn again.

……..

Sunday night 

Walking up the stairs, I knew that Lauren was going to have a lot of questions. Especially with the fact that I put no details about my location. There’s no one I could stay with that she knows of since Harley, Kai, Brittany, or Jillian are back in the city yet. And there’s no reason for me to stay with Matt since we broke up. The only time I stayed over at Parker’s place was when I first started at The Insider and was helping her with an article and we both fell asleep. Even though Ezra had to grade some last minute papers, I don’t want to scare him by meeting both Riley and Lauren on the same day. It seemed so easy between him and Riley, even though it was only for a few minutes. But I kind of wish Ezra could have stayed just for even a tiny while, I never wanted this weekend to end. Especially after our lazy day today; all we did was lay in his bed and watch old movies like we used to do.

“Hey, watching anything good?” I asked, walking into the apartment.

“All Riley and I got was a note saying  ‘don't call the FBI, I’m fine. Be back Sunday’. So, where the fuck were you?” Lauren asked.

“I was around…” I trailed off, unable to hide my smile.

“There’s a gu-... oh my god, it’s Ezra isn’t it? Tell me EVERYTHING!” She squealed, patting the seat next to her on the couch

“Wait! Don’t start yet!”

Before I could say anything, she darted towards our bedroom. I made my way over to the couch and sat in my favorite spot. When we had gone thrifting for furniture after moving in, we couldn't find anything that would be in our very small budget and would work. Then one day we all came home to find our apartment completely furnished with thrifted stuff - even though we’re all pretty sure it was them, none of our parents will admit it. Lauren came rushing back, jumping onto the couch next to me with a bottle of peach vodka in her hand and I stared at her.

“You should be in the Olympics.” I joked.

“Spill!” Lauren exclaimed.

“Thursday in class, the mystery author came…. it turned out to be Ezra. I had been planning on meeting up with him at some point. During class, I realized he had been telling the truth about being in love with me - he wrote his point of view of our love story. After class, I went to the park to think a bit more and comprehend everything before going to find him. Victoria showed up…. I figured she would be pissed or seeking revenge, but she was trying to get me to go get him. She even gave me a map of Columbia with info on where Ezra’s office is. When I went to find him, we ended up crashing into each other again and I kissed him.”

“What?” She squealed.

“Not right away, we talked for a few minutes… okay he just teased me about walking into him and I pointed out that he walked into me too. After talking for a while, we planned on getting dinner Friday and then we stopped here, so I can grab some clothes. We had A LOT more catching up to do.” I explained

“Oh, I BET there was some catching up.” She giggled.

“Not the dirty kind you’re thinking of.”

“So, you’re telling me that after all this time, nothing hot and steamy happened between you two?” She inquired.

“Nope. And I love how you think we’d jump right into bed after all these years. And I don’t think Ezra’s planning on as you say ‘rock my body’ anytime soon. We just got back together; don't forget he recently broke off his engagement.” I told her.

“Plus, we never got that far before we broke up. There were a few times where we almost did but nothing happened. Add the fact that Mother Nature decided to visit while I was packing for the weekend – nothing was going to happen anyway.” I told her.

“Sorry, I totally forgot to tell you that our monthly bitch was back. But anyway, when do I get to meet him?” She asked.

“Maybe soon, but I can’t make any promises.” I told her

“We weren’t sure when or if you’d be home but I ordered your sweet potato and black bean enchilada with guac from Mexigrill.” She told me.

“Why would I not be back?” I questioned.

“You didn’t give us much info in your note, maybe you snapped and ran away.” She pointed out.

Sharing a look with her, we both burst out laughing as I rolled my eyes at her. There is no logical reason that would explain why I would even run away. Of course, there had been a few times where the thought popped in and right out of my mind during junior and senior year. Even after Mona was locked up in Radley, I still couldn't grasp the idea that I was safe and it didn't help that Ezra was gone. Whenever I thought about running away and trying to find him, I knew he would have just brought me back home.

“Ok, now tell me about his place.” Lauren said, bringing me out of my thoughts.

“He lives at Fifth Avenue Estates with his best friend Hardy, on the very top floor… the penthouse.” I told her

“Damn, he rich-rich then. What’s this Hardy guy like?” She inquired.

“Hardy is the guy Brittney Spears wrote ‘ Womanizer’ for.” I told her.

Chapter Text

Thursday - Ezra’s pov

Parking down the street from Aria’s apartment, I killed my car’s engine and grabbed the bag of stuff I got for her. I highly doubt Aria meant to call me as she had gotten into her apartment, she didn’t say anything that sounded like she knew we were in a call. The second I heard one of her roommates say something about staying with her and then I heard Aria getting sick. Just as I got to the door, some woman that looks around Aria’s age walked out and held the door open for me.

“Do you know which apartment Aria Montgomery lives in?” I asked, hopefully.

“Two B, take care of our girl.” She told me

“How did….”

“Always remember, girls talk. See you later Ezra.” She called.

I rushed into the building and the stairs, not wanting to waste another minute. Before, I couldn’t do anything for Aria when she got sick - even if it was just a tiny cold. But I’ll be damned if I sit by and not take care of her now. Walking into their apartment, it was clear Aria was still in the bathroom. Quietly setting the bag of stuff for her on the counter, I made my way towards the bathroom. Even though it’s impossible, the thought of someone deliberately giving her food poisoning or just poisoning her crossed my mind multiple times on  the way here. Seeing Aria with her head in the toilet broke me, if I could I’d switch with her.

“Aria baby, what happened?” I asked, sitting next to her on the floor.

“You don't want to see me like this Ez.” She muttered.

“Hey, no guy wants to see their girlfriend sick. That's why I'm here to take care of you.” I told her, rubbing her back.

“In sickness and in health.” I whispered just as she got sick again.

“We….aren’t…married.” She managed between being sick.

“Well then, this is just practice for when we are.” I murmured.

“So I have to be the one always sick when we’re married?” She questioned as I rubbed her back.

“We can discuss that later.” I said softly and saw her smile a bit.

“Did you eat something bad?” I questioned.

“I have absolutely no idea. All I know is that my cramps are being bitchier than usual.” She muttered.

“Come on you.” I said softly, scooping her up.

“I could have walked Ez.” She pointed out.

“You’re just going to be stubborn about this aren’t you?” I teased, giving her a small smile.

“One of us has to be the stubborn one, might as well be me.” She giggled.

“Would you like any tea? I brought green tea, peppermint, lemon, orange spice, and earl grey.” I asked, tucking her into bed.

“Peppermint sounds good.”

“Highly doubt you want to eat now, but I also got you pasta and vegetable soup, plant-based chicken noodle, and plant-based chicken and rice. Even got you some spiced chickpea soup. But that's for when you're feeling better.” I told her.

“You're spoiling me.” She said.

“As I should, I’ll go make your tea.” I murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Walking out of her room, I made my way back to the kitchen and pulled the box of peppermint tea out of the bag and went to fill their keurig with water, making sure there was nothing in the k-cup part. Grabbing a mug from the cabinet, I placed it under the keurig and pressed start. Even though it's due to her being sick; I wouldn't trade this time with her for anything. It’s been horrendous trying to find time to see each other between my work schedule and her having both class and work. The days I do have only a few classes; she has work and class. Even though her schedule got completely flipped today and she wasn't going to be home until six, I had been planning on coming over to surprise her. The keurig beeped, indicating the water was done pouring. I placed the tea bag into the water before adding a bit of honey,the way Aria likes it. Picking up the mug, I made my way back into her room just as Casablanca began playing. 

“Here you go.” I said, handing her the mug and sitting down in the desk chair.

“Thank you.” She murmured.

“Anytime baby. No way was I going to sit at home and do nothing, knowing you were sick.” I whispered.

“Will you lay with me? Promise I won't breathe on you.” She asked and I nodded.

“Sweetheart, you can breathe on me all you want.” I said, carefully climbing into her bed.

“You remembered about the honey?” She questioned, more shocked that I even remembered she likes honey in her peppermint tea.

“Baby, I remember every single detail.” I murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“Ez.. you are going to get sick.” She complained.

“I just kissed the top of your head.” I pointed out and gently pulled her into my arms.

Aria snuggled into me as we watched Casablanca, well more like she watched it. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, it’s like if I look away she could disappear. Slowly rubbing her arm, I bit back the urge to tell her I love her. Even though I told her that I’m still in love with her back at The Insider before we got back together, I want to make saying it to her again special. When I first said it to her the first time, it was because she thought her cousin or someone had any chance with me. But no one could ever have a chance because I’m hers and I want to be only hers until I die. Maybe I could take her out to Beacon for a weekend, it seems like she only works during the week so getting out of the city for a weekend might be easy. But hearing about how Lauren reacted to Aria’s note from when we got back together - I’ll have to remember to give Lauren the address, so she knows exactly where Aria would be at.

……

Few days later

Aria’s pov

I skipped whatever Justin Timberlake song that came on and Sugar by Maroon 5 came on. Lauren and I decided to have a girls day as neither of us had to work and my class got canceled. We haven’t had a girls’  day like this in what feels like forever. Most of the time when neither of us have work or classes, we just clean the apartment or have a movie marathon with Riley joining at some point. Stuffing a separator between my toes, I grabbed the bottle of nail polish and shook it. 

“What color are you doing?” She asked.

“Ripple reflect blue, the same as my nails.” I responded.

“That’s a cute color. Do we still have berried treasure?” 

“Should be one of the many pink polishes we both have.” I joked, handing her the organizer for the pinks.

“We needed this girls’ day” Lauren said as the timer went off for our face masks.

“Absolutely.” I agreed, peeling mine off and tossing it into our garbage can.

“Is Fitz picking you up later? She asked

“He’d prefer to, but his classes have been running late today due to early finals. So, I told him I’ll order something once I get to his place. 

“Wear that burnt orange spaghetti strap top and that one black boho floral patchwork mini skirt with those really cute knee high heels boots.” She suggested.

“You’re starting to sound like Han a little bit and it’s a bit scary.” I told her.

….

Walking into Ezra’s place, he looked up from a book that he was reading at the island. He motioned me to come over to him the moment he saw me. We both thought he wasn’t going to be home by the time I’d get here, since he had his last three classes take their finals. Oh god, when we both go back to having classes, it’s going to suck even more since we’ll both have more than a few classes in a day. At least I’m in my own apartment so I could stay with him over the weekends. I wouldn't be able to do that if I was still in the NYU dorms.

“Figured I was gonna beat you here. How did the finals go?” I asked, slipping my arms around his neck.

“So did I. But the students in my last class surprisingly finished a lot quicker than I assumed they would. And let's just say that I’m not looking forward to grading them.” He chuckled.

“Also, thank you for taking care of me the other day.”

“Anytime baby. Are your cramps any better?” He asked and I nodded.

“But I’m paying for dinner tomorrow since you already paid for the laser tag.” I told him and he chuckled.

“How about the winner gets to pay for dinner.” He suggested and I nodded.

“Deal.”

…….

Next day

Ezra came back from paying the tab, even though he only said he was going to the restroom. He threw me a wink as I gave him a look and he sat down. I was supposed to pay for dinner since he lost laser tag last night, plus he’s paid for the other times we’ve gone out - even just for the coffees over the weekend after we got back together. He softly placed his hand on my knee and gave me a small smile. Even though he wouldn't have cared what I wore, it’s pretty clear that he likes my terracotta colored Alexander McQueen interlock kaleidoscope dress… especially since this happens to stop mid thigh.

“Figured we could use some dessert.” He said.

“Thought we agreed I was going to pay? We both know you paid when you went up there.” I pointed out.

“Well, you had a long day in class and I wanted to treat my girlfriend to dinner.” He chuckled, pressing his lips to mine.

“I’m paying for the movie then babe.”  I told him.

“It’s only fair.” He agreed.

“In case I had stupidly forgot to tell you earlier, you look absolutely beautiful.” He whispered

“You don’t look bad yourself.” I giggled.

“Are you staying over tonight?” I asked, as he fed me a bite of cake.

“That was a foolish question sweetheart, anytime I get the chance to have you in my arms all night I’m taking it.” He murmured.

For the fifth time, he failed at being subtle as he glanced over towards some dude across the restaurant. He’d been staring at us since he came in. Ezra’s probably worried the guy will snap or something and become some sort of danger towards me. All of a sudden, he gently slid his hand up onto my thigh and it made more sense. He's making sure that guy knows he can't have me, as if that guy even had a sliver of a chance. I took the fork from the plate, scraping a piece up. As he glanced back at me, I arched an eyebrow and cupped his face with one hand.

“Are you claiming your territory?” I teased, holding the fork up for him.

“You are not territory…. but yes, absolutely.” He whispered, taking the bite and resting his forehead against mine.

“Good.” I giggled as he dabbed some of the chocolate onto my lip

“You better be planning on kissing me.” I giggled as he cupped my face with his clean hand.

“Exactly my plan.” He said, brushing his lips to mine.

Flashback

Peering around the corner, I couldn’t see Ezra. Somehow, we managed to find an adult only laser tag, so a bunch of twelve-year-olds can go shooting us before we even get onto the game floor. Everyone else on our teams were hiding or shooting each other. Frankly I'm shocked no one has just shot either of us yet, seems like everyone is just doing their own thing. All of a sudden, Ezra appeared, and his lips were on mine. I wrapped my free arm around his neck as he pinned me up against the wall. Smirking into the kiss, he started to pull away, but I held his face to mine. We slowly pulled away and I quickly raised my gun and shot him before he could shoot me. Not sure if he decided to kiss me just to kiss me or if he was planning on shooting me afterwards but I’m not taking my chances. He looked at me shocked as I giggled.

“Worth it.” He said, caressing my face.

“Pretty sure you were planning on kissing me, so I’d be off my game and then you were gonna shoot me?”

“Exactly my plan. Now…. I have a new plan.” He said with a smirk.

End of Flashback

……..

“But how could a movie theater be closed?” Ezra questioned as I unlocked the door to the apartment building.

“It’s New York Ez, anything could have happened. Come on, I have plenty of movies for us to watch.” I said,  holding my hand out for him.

“Lead the way.” He told me.

“Ooooh such a big strong alpha man marking his territory at the restaurant.” I teased, leading him up the stairs.

“Was just making sure he knows he can’t have you.” He chuckled.

“Oh really? Why’s that?” I flirted.

All of a sudden, he had me pinned against the apartment door. Now, if any other guy had done this, I'd probably think they were about to hurt me or something - except for Matt. But with Ezra… it's kinda hot. Especially with the way he’s giving me that small smile mixed with a smirk. Cupping my neck, he pressed his forehead against mine. Now why is it when I had gotten jealous when it came to Jackie or Simone and Victoria, I probably acted like a psycho bitch but when he gets jealous over some random dude it's hot? Neither of us said anything as he pulled me closer to him and I pressed my lips to his.

“You’re mine.” He said softly.

“As if I don’t already know that.” I giggled.

“In my defense I’m quite…. obsessed with you.” He breathed, unlocking the door for me.

“Good, because I feel the same way.” I giggled.

Walking into the apartment, Ezra followed me in and shut the door. I turned around and gently pulled him by his tie, pressing my lips to his. Somehow, we managed to make our way over to the couch. He held me on his lap as I slipped my tongue into his mouth. Kissing Ezra’s jawline, I giggled as his fingers caressed my back. Slowly pulling away, he cupped my face as our lips met once more. All of a sudden, his lips were on the front of my throat.

“Ezra…” I moaned as he pulled away

“What movies do you have?” He breathed and I stood up, taking his hand in mine once more.

“Come on, let’s go look.” I told him, leading him towards my room.

……

Staring at the ceiling, my mind raced with the same question. Was Ezra about to say ‘I love you’ earlier? It seemed like it was on the top of his tongue, but all of a sudden he shifted or whatever and just said he's obsessed with me. As much as I loved hearing him say something like that, it's been eating at me that he didn't say 'I love you’ in the first place. But he had said that he was still in love with me that night at work. All of a sudden, he giggled as he rolled over and draped an arm over me, pulling me closer to him in the process. There’s probably a logical reason for it, but even without him saying it earlier it’s not that much of a big deal…. because I know how he feels.

Chapter Text

Monday 

Walking towards the apartment building, my phone started playing B-26 and I smiled. After the long day I had, hearing Ezra’s voice is exactly what I need. Woke up at four forty in the morning and couldn’t go back to sleep. Riley had taken the last cup of coffee and left while I was in the shower without telling me that we're completely out. I knew we were low but I didn’t think we were that low. Somehow I was five minutes late to class because of traffic, even though I left ten minutes early like always and then class went longer than usual and then I got in trouble for walking out of class to call Amanda to let her know. At least I didn’t get in trouble at work, but Jade kept making comments and I was really tempted to slap her. Then I didn’t get a chance to speak with Amanda. To make it all even worse,  I couldn't even get a coffee from Jackson or really even say hi to him, coming in and he was gone by the time I got off.

“Hey you.” I said, answering his call.

“Meet me up on the roof.” He said and hung up.

What on earth is he doing on the roof? Unlocking the door and rushing towards the elevator and pressed the up button a few times. The only time I've used this elevator was when I was moving in with Lauren and Riley. It's pretty useless for me since we live on the second floor. Neither Riley or Lauren said anything about Ezra being here, and one of them would have had to let him in since the apartment door needs a key. The elevator doors opened, and I made my way towards the rooftop. As I pushed open the rooftop entrance, he was waiting for me and I saw that he had set up a candlelight picnic over by the rooftop couches. There were candles scattered around on the tables and the rooftop lights are actually working. Without saying anything and before I could say anything, he gently pressed his lips to mine. If I thought hearing his voice was the highlight of my day, then him kissing me is the highlight of my week.

“Hey there, beautiful.” He said.

“Ez.. you did all this for me?” I asked as we pulled apart

“Absolutely. How else am I supposed to pursue you?” He responded, pulling me closer to him.

“You already have me, Mr. Romantic.” I giggled, wrapping my arms around his neck as he brushed his lips against mine once more.

“How was your day?” He questioned.

“Way too long, and tiring. What about yours?”

“About the same as yours.” He chuckled.

“Are you hungry?”

“Mhm.” I nodded.

“Good, I got that vegan Alfredo with tofu-based chicken you like. Would’ve made it but we both know that would have completely failed.” He said and I giggled.

“Which would have resulted in me teasing you.” I told him and chuckled.

Taking my hand in his, he led me over towards the picnic blanket. Of all the things he could have gotten us to eat, he got us vegan food. When I had started transitioning into vegetarianism, there were quite a few times where he was worried that I was about to eat meat. But even if he hadn’t even brought dinner tonight, I’m just glad he’s here. Making sure we weren’t going to sit on the food or our glasses of sparkling water, he carefully helped me sit down onto the blanket. Just as he turned to face me, I cupped his face and pressed my lips to his.

“I promise there’s no actual chicken.” He reassured me as we pulled apart.

“Babe, I know you wouldn't feed me actual meat. You're not my brother.” I told him and he arched an eyebrow.

“Story for another time.” I promised him.

“But I also think you like vegan food more than you let on.” I added, teasing him.

“You just really enjoy teasing me about that don't you?” He questioned, cupping my face.

“Prove it.” I teased and he brushed his lips to mine.

“How do you feel about getting out of the city for a weekend?”

“With you? Definitely yes.” I giggled as he brushed some hair behind my ear.

“You better be planning on staying the night tonight.” I told him and he gave me a smile that told me he was.

……..

Stirring the creamer and sugar into my coffee, I giggled as Ezra slipped his arms around me. He had been sound asleep when I snuck out of bed. Thunder boomed just as he pressed his lips against the crook of my neck. Since ten last night it has been storming on and off all night, starting up again at three this morning and keeping me up for quite a while. The only good thing to come out of this storm is that my class got canceled. I set the spoon down and rested my arms over his as he pressed a kiss to the crook of my neck, getting me to giggle.

“Come back to bed Ar.” He breathed.

“I was going to after making our coffee. Ez, I still need to make yours. Do you want…. light, medium…. or dark roast.” I giggled as he trailed kisses along my neck.

“Ezra Nathaniel..…” I giggled as he gently turned me around to face him.

“Tell me what kind of roast you want and sit down, so I can make your coffee.” I told him

“Any roast is fine. Would you like any help?”

“I can handle the coffee babe. Go sit down.” I told him.

He chuckled and pressed a kiss to my cheek before sitting down on one of the weird bar stools Riley picked out. Nothing in our entire apartment matches except for the silverware, it’s like our own personal thrift store or something. But there are times where I wish at least the plates matched. I grabbed one of my mugs from the cabinet and placed it onto the drip tray. I’ve known multiple people to change how they take their coffee throughout the years, but Ezra still takes his coffee with just a splash of creamer and three sugars. He never cared whether it was liquid or dry creamer, which I used to tease him a bit for. From the corner of my eye, I could see him watching me as I made his coffee.

“You’re in luck sir, we had liquid creamer.” I teased, handing him his coffee and he chuckled.

“Thank you.” He whispered, still not taking his eyes off me.

“Ok, you’ve been staring at me practically since you got up. If there’s a bug on me tell me now, otherwise I will probably cry if I see it.” I told him and he chuckled, setting his coffee down.

“There’s no bug Ar, promise. Since I couldn’t keep kissing you, I might as well admire my girlfriend.” He promised, pulling me closer to him as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“Well, I was going to say this over our weekend up in Beacon, but I can’t and don’t want to wait anymore. I love you.” He told me.

“I love you too.” I murmured as our lips met.

“Both coffees are done. Which means we can go back to bed, and I can keep you warm.” He whispered, taking my hand and leading me back to my room.

…….

Taking a sip of my mimosa, I looked around at everyone else's work in progress of the Winter sunset painting that we’re all doing. Sharing a look with Lauren, it was clear that her long day was long past her. We never really get to come to Tipsy Brush as much as we’d like, so whenever we get a chance, we take it. Lauren isn’t into art as much as I am, but it's still one of the things we have in common. Turning my attention back to my own canvas, no place to put mine came to mind. My wall is covered in photos from junior high to now, plus a few pieces that had gotten published in the school newspaper and magazine are up there too. Perhaps I could give it to Ezra, he did like the mug I gave him years ago… and he still has it.

“So, where are you going to put yours?”

“Not sure. Might give it to Ezra, but what if he hates it?” I questioned, receiving a look.

“Aria. He loves you, it’s not like you haven’t given him any art before. Didn’t you make him a coffee mug or something once?” She asked and I laughed.

“Oh god. It was supposed to be, but I ended up dropping it and fortunately only the handle broke off. I was so devastated about that. But he made me feel better and decided to use it as a pen holder.” I said as my phone vibrated on the table. 

“You better answer it.” Lauren said as we saw it was Ezra.

“Hey, you. I’m making you something.” I answered.

“Oh yeah? Is it another handle-less coffee mug for pens?” He teased me.

“No. It’s a painting. That’s all you get to know.” 

“Can’t wait to see it baby. I know you’re out with Lauren, so I’ll make it quick.”

“What’s up?”

“Just wanted to say I love you.” He said and felt myself blush.

“You just can’t go five minutes without being cute, can you?” I giggled.

“Not when it comes to you baby. Go have fun. Love you.”

“Love you too.” I replied and we hung up.

Looking over at Lauren, it's clear that she's going to suggest some sort of way to seduce Ezra. It really would not surprise me if that’s where she takes this conversation. In some sort of way, she’s like my Samantha Jones or something. At least three times since telling her about Ezra’s plan for our getaway weekend, she has suggested I borrow her ‘good’ pajamas. Which is just a bralette and a pair of shorts. I could literally pull the same pieces of clothing out of my side of the closet, no clue why I’d even borrow hers.

“Seriously still trying to get me to wear your sexy pajamas?”

“Yes.” She answered bluntly.

“Aria, he’s taking you to his getaway house… with multiple places to get frisky.” She added.

“We’re not going there to get frisky. It’s so we can get away from the city and have some alone time.” I reminded her.

“What if it happens? You two are going to be all alone, don’t you want to be prepared?” She questioned.

“I highly doubt sex is on Ezra’s mind for this weekend. We just got back together. If you actually want me to be prepared, you should be making sure I have condoms and the sex talk, not sexy pajamas.” I said, laughing at the end.

“Plus… I'm pretty sure the only thing he really has planned is me wearing his shirt.” I smirked.

“If that doesn’t get him to pin you in the bed, I don’t know what will.” She giggled and I shook my head.

“Ar, are you nervous?”

“No! Yes, no, maybe…. A little. We never got that far before, and I don’t even know if he wants to be with me in that way.” I answered.

“Everything will be fine. Just breathe, even if it's not this weekend - he will want to be with you in that way. He's crazy about you, how could he not want to be with you sexually ever?” She told me.

“You haven't told him yet?” She questioned, seeing the look on my face.

“No.”

“I think you should.” She told me, even though I already knew.

………

Friday night

Snuggling into Ezra, I flipped the page of The Odyssey just as he kissed the side of my head and turned the page of The Grapes of Wrath . Can’t believe that not only did he give me a romantic picnic on my apartment rooftop, but he also planned a weekend getaway for us. We had gone to quite a few art museums today since we basically just did nothing when we got here yesterday except watch some old movies. But reading in a little town like Beacon or Rosewood is a lot nicer than reading in the city - even when I'm in my own apartment. Earlier we had played poker a few times until Ezra started trying to distract me, of course I'm pretty sure it's because I kicked his ass every single round. Tomorrow, we might head to the beach and if we do Ezra will see my scar. Which means I need to tell him about it sooner rather than later.

“You really like distracting me, don’t you?” I questioned as he placed another kiss on my shoulder blade.

“Who said anything about distracting you?” He murmured and I looked up at him.

“The fact that you're using the same technique from earlier when you were losing poker.” I pointed out.

“It’s scary how good at poker you are.” He said, setting his book aside.

 “Well, it helped that you suck at it.” I teased.

“I do not suck, I just let you win.” He joked as he pulled me onto his lap.

“Just kiss me already.” I murmured, wrapping my arms around his neck.

Instead of pressing his lips to mine, he pressed them to the crook of my neck. I giggled as he began planting little kisses in the same spot, getting me to giggle even more. Starting to think that his favorite spot on my body, of course it’s not like he has seen or explored my entire body. His lips finally found mine as I grazed my hands down his back. I really need to tell him, especially if this goes any further. At some point we’re going to end up having sex or he’s just going to see my naked body. This is something he should know before that. Slowly pulling away, I gave him one last kiss.

“Mhmm, as much as I enjoy this, there’s something I need to tell you. Don’t ask how or why I dated Noel again. Except for the last few days before everything went down, I literally have no recollection of that time.” I said as he cupped my face.

“You don’t have to tell me if you’re not ready yet, Ar.” He whispered.

“I want to. Before the girls and I got kidnapped…. Noel Kahn shot me and Spencer.”

Flashback: December 2011 

The girls and I were in a creepy motel in Philly. It's been nearly a week since we discovered that Alison is actually alive. Well, more like Noel told us and that she  didn't want to risk her life by coming back to Rosewood yet. Didn't really make sense when he first told us why she was coming to him but not us and it still doesn't make much sense now. For as long as we had been friends with Alison; these two have always been at some sort of odds with each other. Even though it made sense, it feels weird that he told us not to bring Toby. Alison doesn’t even know Maya or Caleb, so there’s no real reason to bring them. Bringing Toby won’t really make sense as they were almost always at odds with each other, plus the fact she got him sent to juvie for ‘The Jenna thing’. Emily looked out the window for the third time as if Ali’s just going to prance through the front of this building as if the world doesn’t know she’s alive.

"We're finally going to see Ali again!" Emily said excitedly.

“But why hasn’t she tried to tell us or even come to us herself? We’re supposed to be her best friends.” Spencer inquired.

“Noel said she didn’t feel safe coming on her own.” Emily reminded her.

“When has she ever been afraid to do someth- ANYTHING on her own? She’s been coming to us since someone else’s body was found and mistaken or even purposely declared as hers. She visited Hanna in the hospital, came when Aria had that flu, when I was taking medicine, and Emily - she came to you… and got you out of that barn filled with gas. Alison was coming to us- herself, but when we were in a state where we’d assume we were hallucinating. But my point - she was on her own and coming back to Rosewood.” Spencer pointed out.

“This isn’t like before for her Spencer. Her life is in danger!” Emily snapped.

“So has our lives! Ever since ‘her’ body has been found! We’ve been given the short end of the stick when it comes to ‘A’ ever since the beginning of Junior year last year!” Spencer snapped back.

“Stop, both of you. Where did Noel go anyway?” Hanna questioned, changing the subject before Spencer and Emily could continue their argument over Ali.

“Said he was going to get Ali. God, it’s creepy in here.” Spencer muttered.

“Feels like we’re about to be eaten by Hannibal Lecter.” I whispered.

“Stop watching horror movies with Toby!” Both Emily and Spencer said.

As the silence fell over us, I watched between them. Lately they’ve been arguing more and more - most of the time it’s about Ali, hell it feels the way it did before Ali went missing. But now it’s Spencer with Emily not Ali. Sharing a look with Hanna it was clear we were both worried about their arguing tearing our group apart. All of a sudden, a familiar giggle  rang through the air, making everything feel less and weirdly so even more creepy at once. We looked at one another as we heard the all familiar giggle once more. Not wasting a second, we all ran towards the other room where it came from. Alison was there, looking out of the window with her back towards us. Of course she has to be as dramatic as she can possibly be and turn around instead of already facing us.

“Ali!” 

“Did you miss me?”

My stomach dropped as we stared at Mona in a blonde wig. What is happening? How the hell did she even get out of Radley, there’s supposed to be state of the art security there. Alison’s not going to show up if she knows Mona’s here! Does Radley know she’s out? Something about Mona being here the same night as Ali coming to us isn’t sitting right with me. Noel did date Mona for a little while junior year, but there’s no way he went to Radley just to tell Mona that Ali’s alive and coming home. Makes absolutely no sense. Hell, no one else even knows Ali’s alive - let alone so close to home! Did he tell her?

“You four were so gullible, I’m surprised that detective Hastings over hasn’t figured it out yet.” Noel smirked, showing up.

“Oh my god, it all makes sense now. Why Alison never contacted us herself, or came to see us where we would know we weren’t hallucinating - Ali’s dead and has been since the night she disappeared.  It was an ‘A’ trap the entire time and we fell for it. Just like they wanted.” Spencer told us as Jenna walked in.

“Ali’s actually dead?” Emily questioned quietly.

“Yeah.” Spencer confirmed, giving her an apologetic look.

“Watching you believe that bitch was alive had been the highlight of my week.” Jenna laughed, twirling a gun in her hand.

“I enjoyed watching them argue… pretty hot.” Noel smirked and I rolled my eyes.

“You bitches took my eyesight, so I’m going to take your life.” Jenna snarled.

“Is Noel gonna help you aim?” Hanna laughed as Jenna took off her glasses…. shit.

“Aww, you think that’s cute.” She snided, holding the gun up.

“We didn’t know Alison threw a firework into the shed.” Spencer tried.

“Yet, you all never said a word. Letting Toby take the fall.” Jenna pointed out as Hanna grabbed my hand

“Just shoot them already.” Noel sighed.

“Wow, you deserve the best boyfriend award.” I said sarcastically.

BOOM  BOOM  

End of Flashback

“Show me.” I lifted the side of my tank top, revealing the scar.

“Aria…..” He whispered, barely touching the scar.

“Hey, I’m right here.” I murmured, making him look at me.

Without saying another word, he brushed his lips to mine. He ran his hands through my hair, holding my face to his. Pressing my body to his, it felt all his emotions were coming barreling out though our kiss. Still can’t recall how he even got the gun from Jenna so fast. Noel may have known how to throw a football, but he definitely didn’t know how to shoot a gun. After we were rescued, Toby would tell me after a nightmare that I’m too annoying to be killed by a bullet - of course Ella and Spencer both yelled at him to stop saying that. But strangely enough, it somehow comforted me. Maybe because I wasn’t meant to die before I could find and get back with Ezra.

…….

Sunday - Ezra’s pov

Opening my eyes, I saw Aria was still fast asleep. Hate that our weekend getaway is over and we have to go back to the city. We could always come back for another weekend. Not a bad  idea of this place turning into our little rendezvous place. All I could picture while looking to buy this place was her; doing her makeup in the bathroom or having a bowl of cereal on top of the island. She scrunched her nose just as her stomach rumbled. Maybe I could heat up from frozen waffles or something for us, if anything I’ll just order us something from the little breakfast place… I think they were vegan based. The image of her scar from being shot popped back up into my head. Just as I slowly started to get out of bed, she lifted her leg over me along with her arm.

“Mmph.” She moaned as I carefully laid back down.

Watching her sleep, if it wasn’t already clear to me it is now. She is absolutely my everything and my forever. Not being able to hold back the urge, I traced her face as softly as I could - as if she could disappear. God, what the hell was Noel’s issue that he had to shoot her and Spencer? Well, Spencer only got shot because she threw Aria behind her. But knowing that Noel would just shoot them like that boils my blood. If he wasn’t locked up, I’d go find him and kill him myself. 

“I love you.” I whispered.

“Most people just say good morning.” She murmured.

Chapter Text

Lauren walked into the living room with her hamper as I stared at my budget spreadsheet. At least I don't have many bills, so that's a plus when doing this damn budget. I quickly checked my phone to see that I still had some time before I go meet Ezra for a late breakfast and to study while he grades his students’ finals. Even though I already knew it wasn't time to go meet him yet. Despite always needing Lauren to double check, my math is surprisingly correct each time.

“Hey, I’m doing budgets. Can you double check my math here?” I asked Lauren as she walked past to grab the laundry quarters.

“Looks about right. So, we should be able to buy just enough groceries if we get generic stuff and cheap stuff. You're still good on Netflix and Spotify.” Lauren said, looking over my shoulder.

“Does anyone have anything that needs to be washed?” She called out.

“I may have already thrown a few things in your hamper.” I said and she laughed.

“Saw it.”

“What the hell happened to our quarters? We had enough for two full loads!” Lauren exclaimed as Riley walked in.

“I used them to get a sandwich from one of the vending machines at school after class the other day.”

“Are you kidding me?” Lauren responded.

“Riley! We get the laundry room once a week, it’s not like we can do laundry any day.” I explained even though he knows all of this.

“I was hungry and really wanted that sandwich. I was gonna replace the quarters. you’re forgetting that there’s a coin converting machine in the laundry room for this reason” Riley said.

“When were you going to replace the quarters? Our laundry day is today, and you’ve had who knows how many days to go down to the bank! Next time, bring food from home or use your own money. Don’t use the fucking laundry coins” She snapped at him.

“The coin converter has been broken since before we even moved in!” I added.

Sighing, I picked up my stuff and shoved them into my bag. Ever since we moved in, we all agreed that if any of us use the laundry coins for any reason other than laundry to let the others know. Although, there have been times where I’ve questioned why we don’t all just keep our own quarters separate. Especially since we all seem to do laundry in different weeks most of the time. I slung my backpack over my shoulder and shared a look with Lauren, we both know she wants to kill Riley now.

“If you kill him, at least wait until I’m home to do it.” I told her.

…. 

Flipping through my study guide for my final, it seemed like I’m not comprehending the information. This has been one of my easiest classes, add that none of this info is brand spanking new which makes this even worse. At least Ezra doesn’t have to worry about finals anymore, well now that he’s grading them. He had decided to wait until after our weekend in Beacon to start grading the finals. Staring at the notes I wrote down in my notebook, I could see Ezra looking over at me from his side of the couch.

“How about I help you study now?” He asked, setting the finals aside.

“Finish grading those finals babe. Your students already hate you for not grading their finals right away. Probably shouldn’t make them wait any longer.” I joked.

“Funny.” He chuckled.

“Okay, I need a break from studying. You finish grading those finals and I’m going to start the mac n cheese.” I told him.

Pressing a kiss to his cheek, I got up and walked into the kitchen. At least we already got everything out when we almost made the mac n cheese after we got here. But then Ezra had gotten distracted kissing me and then I had to get to studying while he graded the finals. As I began to boil the pot of water for the fusilli pasta, I went to get the butter and milk out of the fridge.

 I quickly placed the two tablespoons of butter into the frying pan to make the cheese. At least I had gotten pre shredded cheese to save time, because shredding brie, cheddar AND gouda is time consuming depending on if the cheese was just bought or in the fridge for a bit and the kind of shredder. As I added the milk, salt and pepper to the butter and flour, my phone beeped, and I saw Lauren had texted me.

‘I know it's putting you in a weird predicament, but is there any way you could ask Ezra if he could lend us a couple dollars in quarters for laundry? The bank was closed when I got there, and Riley said no one would give us quarters for cash. Couldn’t even get anything from MorningGrind or AfterParty or even the damn corner store.’

‘Yeah, I’ll ask him in a bit.’

Setting my phone down, I grabbed the Italian seasoning, Garlic powder, and nutmeg. Tossing a cup of each cheese into the pan, I looked over to see that the water still hadn’t gotten to a boil. God, how am I supposed to ask Ezra for a couple dollars? If the coin converter machine in the laundry room wasn’t broken, the whole issue wouldn’t be this bad. There had been times where we had run out of quarters, but a neighbor had helped us, or we managed to get to the bank in time. All of a sudden, I felt Ezra come up behind me.

“Like any help?” He questioned and I shook my head.

Mixing the cheese sauce, I giggled as Ezra slipped his arms around me. I bit back a moan as he pressed his lips to the crook of my neck. This man is going to drive me nuts doing that. There’s no way he finished grading all those finals. If only my finals were already done, then we could have more time together. Better ask him about the quarters now, so I don’t have to remember later. Just feels like I’m using him for money, but technically it’s also for Lauren and Riley. Damn, I think she’s right about me needing to talk to someone about my overthinking.

“You’re supposed to be grading papers Mr. Fitz.” I reminded him, receiving only a chuckle.

“By any chance, do you have a couple quarters I could borrow for laundry? I have a couple dollars; I could give you for them.” I asked and he pressed a soft kiss to my lips.

“You can just have the quarters baby; I’m not taking your dollars.” He told me.

“Thank you.” 

“Are you trying to get me to burn the cheese?” I questioned, giggling as he pressed his lips to the crook of my neck.

“I'm innocent here, just giving my girlfriend some well-deserved kisses.” He said softly and I turned to face him.

“And distracting her in the process.”  I pointed out.

“The students waited this long; they can wait a tiny bit longer while I kiss my girlfriend. Because if I don’t, I may explode which means they’ll never get their finals back.” He managed against my ear.

“Nope. Go grade those finals babe.” I told him.

“I’ll find you later.” He said softly, giving me one last kiss.

…..

I took another sip of my merlot as I waited for Ezra to find another question to quiz me. He was right about studying starting to stress me out. Which was why he got us wine in the first place. So far, I’ve gotten ten out of twelve questions right and this is the easy section. From what I know about our final; there are four sections. An easy section, a moderate section and a hard section. The fourth section is just where we write a short story or something - it could be anything.

“Which type of figurative language is used in the following sentence: ‘The silence was deafening.’ Alliteration, onomatopoeia, oxymoron, or irony?” He asked.

“Oxymoron?” I guessed.

“Mhmm.” He nodded

“Final easy question. The pattern of end rhymes in a poem is?”

“Rhyme scheme.” I answered.

“See, you got this in the bag.” He said, pulling me onto his lap.

“Yeah, ask me again in five minutes and I might say imagery. I almost did go with imagery.”

“Baby, you are not giving yourself enough credit.”

“Since we’ve been at this for almost two hours, how about we take a little break.” He suggested and I pressed my lips to his.

……

Sitting on my bed, I dumped my bag out and a bunch of cash fell out along with two sandwich bags. That explains why my bag seemed heavier than usual, but I just thought it was from one bag since Ezra put the quarters in there while I went to the bathroom before I came home. Sorting through the cash that had been put together, there seems to be about two hundred and fifty here. Where the hell did the two fifty dollars come from? Unless…. no, why didn’t he say anything about it? He probably thought I wouldn’t take it, which he’s right. It was hard enough asking him just for some quarters! Lauren thinks we should hide most of the quarters until next week. 

“Laure, I have a pimple that hurts. Could you come look at it real quick?” I called out quickly.

“Please tell me, I don’t have to pop…it.” She trailed off, shutting our door as soon as she saw the cash on my bed.

“Well, at least we’re set for quarters. But why did he give you all the cash?” She questioned quietly.

“No clue, but I need to let him know I made it home anyway. So, we’re about to find out.” I said, calling him.

“Ezra Nathaniel.” I said before he could say anything.

“It’s for emergencies, sweetheart.” He chuckled.

“Thank you.”

“Taking a wild guess that you’re home now?” He guessed.

“You’d be correct.” I answered.

“I better go finish grading these finals, otherwise you might be up my ass more than my students.”

“Okay, go finish grading babe. Thank you.”

“Anytime and stop giving me that look that I know you’re making.” He chuckled and we hung up.

“Since tomorrow is my day off, I’ll go to Bubbly bubbles laundromat over on Waverly. I can do a load for you too if you want.” Lauren said and I nodded.

……..

As I mindlessly stabbed at my salad, James looked over at me. Amanda and I were supposed to have our meeting today, but she called in sick. Maybe I should have taken her offer to video chat with her, but her kids need her way more than I need to talk with her. Really wish I could have gotten a veggie wrap or something other than this unfulfilling salad. But after getting cinnamon rolls for me and Ezra, plus our gelato - that left me with just about a hundred dollars left on my debit card. Then my subscriptions came out today and now I have seventy-five dollars left. At least tomorrow is payday, so I won’t end up completely broke… hopefully. I need to budget better for the days right before right before I get paid.

“Okay, what’s the deal?” James questioned.

“Ezra and I are back together now.” I told him.

“That’s why you seem pretty antsy to speak with her. Are you worried about how Amanda is going to take it?” He asked and I nodded.

“Hey, everything will work out. Remember, I’m editor assistant, practically Amanda junior. It’s not like you’re purposely keeping it from her. And you told someone - me.” James told me.

“Should’ve just told her when I found out after the gallery.” I muttered as Ezra texted me.

‘I have a surprise for you after dinner - it involves you getting gummy bears.’

……..

Ezra came out of the bathroom just as the last of the other guests left The Platinum theater. We’ve been here about an hour and a half after the play ended. It's a little surprising that they haven’t kicked us out yet. Although they may not care as we’re just having drinks at the bar. He somehow managed to get us tickets to A Doll’s House , which I’ve only seen once. Holy Crap! It had been with Holden when I was trying to see Ezra behind my parents back and he had brought Mrs. Welch. Of all the plays or even musicals, how is it that we saw this one tonight? Walking back over, he sat down and gave me that smile.

“Wasn’t this the play we were going to see before?” I asked and he winked.

“Yeah, but now I don’t need to be jealous over your date.” He said and I slipped my hand in his.

“Says the guy who had his own date.” I teased.

“But she wasn’t you.” He whispered, intertwining our fingers.

“And my date wasn't you.” I pointed out.

“Wanna see my favorite spot? Before you ask, my family owns this theater. So don’t start thinking that I go walking around random theaters.” He said and I nodded.

“It’s pretty disappointing that you don't go walking around random theaters babe. But next you’re going to tell me your family also built the Titanic.” I teased.

“Thankfully, no.” He chuckled.

He led me back towards the theater house that we had just been in. His family owning the theater makes sense in a lot of ways - it did seem he knew his way around the front. Also knew there’d be gummy bears, and a lot of the time you can’t find that out online. If his family didn’t own this theater, I’d be worried about us getting in trouble. Even though it hasn’t even been two hours after the play ended, everything is taken down and put away until tomorrow. Placing his hand on my lower back, he guided me up the stairs towards the catwalk.

“Hope you know, if you had a fear of heights, this wouldn’t be happening.” He told me, helping me sit down.

“I know Ez. Bet you brought all the girls here when you were younger.” I flirted.

“Nope, the only females I brought here were in books.” He chuckled.

“Such a bookworm.” I flirted.

“Takes one to know one sweetheart.” He flirted back.

“I can see why you like it up here.” I told him.

“Like it even more with you here.” He said, giving me that small smile.

“Used to come here with my dad when I was really little. But then when my parents separated, my mom demanded and got this place in the divorce. Then he died.” He told me and I rested my head on his shoulder.

“Sometime near the finalization of their divorce, I guess he had some sort of brain failure and needed surgery. But apparently it didn’t succeed. The weird thing is I don’t remember anything else after that. Not his funeral, but my mother told me he wasn’t buried and that we spread his ashes in Switzerland or somewhere.”

“You know, seeing my parents go through such a bitter divorce - it took a lot out of me. Didn’t really ever think I’d find the kind of love that’s in the movies… But then I found you.” He said softly, cupping my face.

“Ezra Nathaniel, you’re my forever.” I whispered.

“And you sweetheart, are mine.” He breathed, grazing my cheek with his thumb.

“Thank you for showing me your spot. I love you.” I whispered.

“I love you more.” He said softly.

“Not a chance, Fitz.” I giggled, brushing my lips to his.

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Ezra’s pov - Tuesday night

Aria slipped her hand into mine as we made our way towards The Glasshouse. Why my mother insisted and gave me no option but to come to some charity fashion show is beyond my understanding. Frankly, I’m more concerned about my mother being around Aria than anything else. At least I paid for our dinner, to make it up to her since she has to deal with my mother as well. Looking over at her, I pressed a kiss to her hand. God, she looks incredible. I had gotten to her apartment earlier than planned and Riley and I could hear Lauren say something about which pairs of shoes Aria should wear with some French Connection dress or something.

“You know, one of these days I'm going to kick your ass for buying dinner.” She threatened and I chuckled.

“Yeah well, you  have to deal with the wicked witch of the west - therefore I treated you to dinner.” I told her.

“How did your mother even rope you into this?” She questioned.

“Your guess is as good as mine. But how about I get us something to drink?” I asked, and she pulled her debit card out of her purse..

“Okay, I have to run to the bathroom real quick. Just get me whatever you get. And I'm paying - the code is five three seven nine.” She said, handing me her card before heading off to the bathroom.

I don’t like the idea of spending her money, especially with her still in school and only being at The Insider part time until she gets the job. Making my way towards the bar, I couldn’t figure what I could get Aria. Even though she said  she’d have whatever I got, I know she doesn’t like beer. Maybe a cosmo or something. I slipped her debit card into my front pocket. Thankfully, there was no line at the bar yet, since most people were taking the champagne being offered.

“A beer, any draft and a cosmo, please. Keep the change.” I said, handing them two twenties.

Looking around, I saw my mother speaking with a few other women. Hopefully, they will all keep her occupied long enough so that she won’t come anywhere near us tonight. The bartender handed me the drinks and I walked the farthest away from my mother. Even though it was a nice hope,my mother will not pass up the opportunity to make sure we see her - and worse; speak with her. Glancing between the bathroom and my mother, I took a sip of my beer. The last thing Aria needs is my mother up in her face as soon as she gets out of there. All of a sudden, my mother walked up with some of the women, she looked about Aria’s age or maybe younger. Crap.

"Hello darling, glad you made it.  I'd like to introduce you to Gabbie. She's one of the models tonight, and she’s available.”  She said and I glared at her.

"Mother….” I warned

“She's a lovely lady, there’s no harm in meeting available socialites . Especially since doctors aren’t good enough for you.” She said, muttering at the end.

“Have you seen Aria, you remember Aria dont you? My girlfriend .” I questioned, making sure Gabbie knew there was no chance with me.

“Sure she’s around here somewhere darling. Now, don’t be rude. Gabbie is single, dear.” She scolded me.

“You’re being quite rude towards Aria.” I pointed out, just as Aria walked up

“There you are babe, I was wondering where you were. Got you a cosmo.” I said, handing her the cosmo.

“She was in the bathroom darling, not mars.” My mother said.

“How did you know that mother?” I questioned.

“Of course you’d know that Dianne.” Aria said at the same time.

“What did my mother do?” I asked, already making an escape plan for us.

“I’m so lost right now.” Gabbie said.

“Dianne doesn't like me and that's an understatement. She locked me in the bathroom.” Aria explained.

“Mother!”

“Well, I like you.” I told her, turning my attention to Aria and getting her to giggle.

“Oh, and here’s your card back babe.” I added, slipping her debit card into her clutch.

“We both know you didn’t use my card. Hope you know that I'm beating you up later.” She told me and I gave her a wink.

"Pay no attention to the rude ones. That’s Aria and my son-.”

“Ezra, I know. Our dad talks about him all the time.”

We all stared at her. There’s no way she just said what I think she just said, our father? All the time ? But my mother told me how he died when I was little and we went to Switzerland to spread his ashes! From the corner of my eye, mother was just staring at Gabbie as if she’s only waiting to continue talking. I happened to catch Aria glancing at me worriedly. The woman has to be mistaken, there’s no way my father is actually alive. I spread his freaking ashes!

“I’m sorry, what? My father’s dead and has been for years.” I questioned 

“No, he’s quite alive. He’s over in London right now doing some financial advisory work for a client. He’s a personal financial advisor, he actually owns Harmony Wealth Finance Solutions.” Gabbie told us. What the hell is happening?

“Explain right now, mother.” I hissed.

“Oh, don’t make a scene Ezra! He chose to leave.”

“Oh… you’re Dianne.” 

Flashback:   1993

“Okay Ezra, now I’m going to say something in French and I need you to tell me in English what I said. Got it?” Miss. Susie said and I nodded.

“J’aime lire des livres.”

“You like to… eat pears.” I guessed.

“Close but no. I like to read books.”

“Let’s try another activity.” She suggested.

I watched as Miss. Susie flipped through the French book, looking for something new. Mommy wants me to be excellent at French since we get to go to France next month. But these lessons are boringer than going to school. I’d rather read my books or play with my ponies. But it’s not like I’m going to get to go anywhere in France, mommy always leaves me in the house with nanny Rose. Looking out the big window of the study, I watched as my ponies Spot and Rusty got to play. Luckies.

“Can’t we just go play with my ponies and tell mommy we learned?”

“No can do.”

Sighing, the sound of mommy and daddy fighting started to be easier to hear. They’ve been fighting a lot lately. Daddy said they’re getting a divorce - which means they’re no longer married. Really want to stay with daddy, mommy isn’t as much fun. And daddy doesn’t make me do boring things like mommy does. And mommy has a lot of male friends now, she thinks she has more friends than daddy does.

“Get out already Paul! I want you out!”

“Then talk to the lawyers, I still have a damn week to move out!” He yelled and I ran out to him.

“Don’t go daddy. Take me with you!” I yelled, hugging his leg.

“Hey, I still have one more week here with you. But I do have to go buddy, and you gotta stay here with mommy. But you take care of mommy okay? And I’ll see you every other week.” Daddy told me.

“ Don’t tell him that! I can make you look like an unfit parent. You’re never seeing him again.”

“Ezra, get back to your tutor lessons.” Mommy told me.

“No! I wanna go with daddy!” 

“Dianne, don’t do that to him. This divorce was your idea - I’m giving you everything else - even the things that were supposed to stay with me according to the prenup. Don't take him away too.”

“You cheated.”

“We were already separated and we agreed to see other people - it was in our agreement!”

“Daddy, please don’t go! Take me with you, take me with!” I begged, holding onto his leg.

End of flashback

“He didn’t leave us … you left him and made him leave. The fact he wasn’t begging you to stay, you made me believe he was dead! You lied to me my entire life.” I snapped at my mother again.

“Your father cheated, I didn’t think that was appropriate for a role model for you.” She lied. 

“Bull crap. No, you were both seeing other people. I remember that clear as day. Because you’d bitch about him going out even though you were going out way more than he was.”

“Come on, let’s get you out of here.” Aria said, leading me away.

……..

Aria and Hardy were still focused on the game of mario kart as I got Aria the yogurt covered pretzels that I only get for her and a bag of potato chips. It's pretty clear that she’s worried about me and the fact that my dad isn’t even dead like my mother made me believe all these years. Of all the things she could have said, she went with fucking death! But I have a relationship with my grandparents on his side, how have they never said anything about him not being dead at all? She looked at me over as Hardy looked for another place for their race and I threw her a wink.

“Did Z tell you how he made me move in with him?” Hardy asked.

“Was he supposed to?” Aria questioned, giving me a smile.

“Oh, we’re bringing that up huh? Well, you were being evicted and I had an extra room here. Besides, you let me crash with you.” I said, bringing the snacks to the living room.

“Extra room… or twenty. You know Z, I would totally give you my kidney.” Hardy said out of the blue

“Dude, are you okay?” I questioned him as Aria snuggled up to me.

“Play for me, while I run to the bathroom. Don’t let her win!” He said.

Tossing his controller to me, he rushed towards the bathroom. Setting it down on the coffee table, I looked over at Aria before gently pulling her into my arms. Would say I can’t believe my mother would lock her in a bathroom - but when it comes to my mother, nothing surprises me. She has been doing shit like this basically my whole life, apparently starting with my father. Still don’t get how he could just leave me with her - she got literally everything. Except his company I guess. Aria looked up at me and I kissed her forehead.

“Not even going to entertain that idea of his. Because we both know that I’d totally let you win.” I told her, getting her to giggle.

“Don’t forget your medicine.” I murmured.

“Took it already.” She told me, snuggling into me.

"You are the only thing in my life that makes sense." I whispered, kissing the top of her head.

…….

Next morning - Aria’s pov

Tucking my feet under me, I snuggled into Ezra as he pressed his lips to the side of my head. We decided to watch cartoons when we finally got out of bed and he had managed to order us breakfast and some iced coffee from a vegan place down the street while I was in the shower. He slipped his arms around me as I took a sip of the iced mocha he got me. He hasn’t said anything about last night, but I can tell it’s still eating at him and he mentioned canceling a class. I knew from stories that Dianne is not the most warm or nurturing mother, but to make her own child be under the impression their father was dead? That’s on a whole other level of messed up. At least I don’t have work

“You should steal my shirts more often.” He murmured, pressing a kiss to my ear.

“Think that can be arranged.” I giggled.

“And you are such a vegan.” I joked as he took another sip of his iced coffee.

“Someone just happened to have a very strong impact on me.” He murmured, brushing his lips to mine.

“I wanna hear more about this European trip you and Spencer took last summer; where’d you two go?”

“We were in Spain for the first week and we went to Barcelona, Madrid, Bilbao. Then we spent a week in Athens before spending our second Greece week in Santorini.”

“How did you manage three cities in one week?”

“We’d get up super early, then we’d take the night trains and take turns sleeping.”

“You must have loved getting up early.” He teased, remembering I hate getting up early

“Oh hush you.” I nudged him, giggling as he wrapped his arms around me.

“Okay, where’d you guys go after Greece?” He asked, putting us back on topic.

“We spent the three weeks after that in Italy. Rome to Naples, then Florence to Venice. Still took the night trains, but those were thankfully not as long as the ones in Spain. Then the last three weeks were spent in England: London to Oxford, then over to Manchester and Cambridge.”

“You must have been worn out.” He teased and I nodded.

“Pretty sure we lived off of coffee, high caffeinated tea, and energy drinks.” I told him

“How did the whole thing come about anyway?”

“Guess Spencer and her dad made a deal that if Spencer kept her grades up all through high school and the first two years of college, he'd pay for us to go. But he ended up adding a condition that she has to get a four-year internship.” I told him.

“That’s a big condition.” He said

“Well, that's the Hastings' family for you. They expect nothing but perfection from Spencer, while Melissa could do no wrong.” I said as he pulled me closer to him.

“They could both go on an arson spree, but they’d only defend Melissa.” I explained

“I think you’d look hot doing arson.” He whispered and I playfully smacked him.

……..

Ezra’s pov

“I will pick you up from work and then I plan on taking you out.” I told her, zipping her romper up.

“Oh you are huh?” She giggled.

“Mhmm, gotta show off my beautiful girlfriend somehow.” I told her, pressing my lips to hers

“Baby, you’re going to have to get to the station since you won’t let me drive you to work.” I murmured as she wrapped her arms around me.

“I’ll see you later. Love you.” She whispered, pulling away and got onto the elevator.

As soon as the elevator closed, I sighed. She does have to work, but it sucks since we planned on doing absolutely nothing today. Even though she might try to bring up what happened last night, I’m not ready to talk about it out loud yet. My mother kept my father away from me for what? There’s no logical reason for her to do that, he was a damn good man. But what good man stays away from his two sons? Wes was only a baby, and I was only five, almost six! And after their divorce there was man after man coming through, each one thinking he’d be our next father or something! Nothing but wealthy men for my mother; I always knew money and status were important to her, but I never realized how far up on the list they were. Wouldn’t surprise me if they were above Wesley and I on that damn list. All of a sudden, the back door opened, and I heard my mother’s heels walking towards me. Great.

“Darling, there’s a social gathering up in Tribeca tonight. I'd love to see Aria there too.” She told me.

“Why? So you can lock her in another bathroom. I want you nowhere near her. Hell! I don't even want to be around you. Get out.”

“Be there at seven. Don’t make me look ridiculous.” She said, giving me a look I knew quite too well.

…….

Aria’s pov 

Looking towards Dianne, I could tell by the look on her face we’re in for another long night. Ezra had planned on taking me out to go to The Met, but his mother roped us - more Ezra than me - into coming to a fundraiser art exhibit and auction to raise money for at The New York Society Library. At least I packed my black and nude tinsley v neck floral lace romper and teal velvet strap chunky heels when he told me to pack an extra date outfit. He led me towards some sculptures that had been made and donated for this event. As soon as he had picked me up from work I know he’s only worried about her locking me in another bathroom or something worse, but I’m more concerned about him having to face his mother.

“And after yesterday, I’m definitely not leaving your side tonight.” He told me.

“So, if I end up having to go to the restroom, you're coming with me?” I asked, giving him a smirk.

“Now I really hope you end up having to use the restroom.” He said and I playfully smacked his arm.

“Dirty man.” I teased.

“You started it.” He murmured, pressing his lips to mine.

Taking my hand in his, he led me around the different art pieces. I could tell he really didn’t want to be here, but I’m guessing his mother always gets her way. As we made it over to the black and white sketches, it was clear that Dianne had started to subtly follow us. If last night didn’t tell me anything, I’m now really beginning to understand Ezra's frustrations with her. I have quite a few words I’d like to say to her - it may not be my business, but it’s clearly affecting Ezra - no matter how hard he tries to hide it. Wrapping my free arm around his neck, I brushed my lips against his.

“Why don’t you go get us something to drink?” I suggested, smoothing out his tie.

“I’m not so-”

“Trust me. I can handle her, plus it’ll do you some good because we both know her plan of attack is towards me not you. She won’t actually attack me babe, if she’s like Spencer’s parents her image is highly important to her. Go, you need air that’s not around your mother.” I told him, cutting him off.

“I’ll be back as soon as I can. Stay around here, that way she can’t lock you in anymore bathrooms.” He murmured, pressing a kiss to my cheek.

“My son can be so dramatic.” Dianne said, walking up as soon as Ezra was gone.

“Says the woman who let her own son believe his father was dead. What kind of person- scratch that. What kind of mother lets her children think their father is dead for a majority of their lives?” I snapped

“I did what was best for my son, and I’d do it again if it meant getting rid of you . Word of advice; if any of this gets out in that little article of yours…. I will end your career before it could even begin.” She threatened me.

“Unfortunately for you, I’m not going anywhere ever . And unlike you Dianne, I can actually be professional.” I smirked.

“Also, we both know you didn’t do it for Ezra. You just like to claim that you know what’s best for him. But you don’t care as long as it doesn’t interfere with your image. As soon as Ezra had came back to New York - he was in your grasp and you found a way to go back to controlling him. He’s actually slipping from your fingertips once again and Dianne…. you don’t like that do you?” I said.

“Do you like your career?” She challenged me.

“You. Do not scare me.” I told her as Ezra came back

“Mother, I thought I made it clear that you were to be nowhere near Aria.” He said sternly.

“Oh stop acting so childish Ezra.”

“When you stop being a complete bitch, then I'll stop acting childish.” He snapped.

“Ezra Nathaniel!” Dianne exclaimed, looking around to make sure no one heard that.

“I know you’re upset, but It’s not like you were completely fatherless.” She added.

“The string of men coming in and out of the house, you consider those guys father figures?” He questioned.

“I’m speaking of Calvin, he was quite a wonderful father figure to you darling. He was the guy after your father. He took you to Disney that one time.” She told him.

“After my father what, mother? Oh. That's right, didn't die!” He snapped.

“Stay away from Aria - I mean it.” He said and quickly led me away.

“Are you okay?” He asked, concerned.

“Nothing I couldn’t handle. Now, are you okay?”

“Think we could sneak out of here with a whole bottle of wine?” Ezra asked, giving me a small smile.

“Ez… No, I don’t think we could.” I giggled.

“Do you really want to leave?” I asked, running a hand through his hair.

“Really don’t want to be in the same state as my mother right now - let alone the same building. Or even have her anywhere near you.” He breathed.

“Come on, let’s head back to your place.” I whispered.

Taking his hand, I led him towards the exit. Catching Dianne’s eye - I challenged her to even think about coming near Ezra. She can come at me all she wants. But with the complete bombshell Ezra found out last night, plus her current attitude, she doesn’t need to be stressing him out even more than she already has. Hell would freeze over before I let her near him anymore tonight. All of a sudden, Ezra dropped my hand. I turned to look at him just as he wrapped his arm around my shoulders, giving me a wink.

……..

A week later 

The bartender handed Parker and I our receipts and I quickly signed. As much as I don’t want to leave Ezra after what he learned about his father, we both know I need to tell Ella about us. Looking over my train ticket confirmation, I groaned at the fact that I’ll have to be up at the crack of dawn - just to get to the train station on time. The one bad thing about surprise visits home, I can’t always afford the train ride that doesn’t make stops along the way to the final destination and taking the bus kinda freaks me out.

“See you next week, and I can’t wait to hear about your trip home.” Parker said.

“Bye Parks.” I called after her as she left and saw Gabbie.

“Aria!” She called out, hurrying over to me.

“Hi… Gabbie.” I said, unsure about speaking with her

“Great, someone named Jade said you’d be here. I know we just met and everything is weird. But I’d really love to have a relationship with my brother, could you please talk to him about meeting me sometime for coffee or something? Our dad spoke about Ezra all the time and I… I just really want to know my brother. This is my phone number and all my socials.” She said, handing me a piece of paper.

“He needs space. Look, I get that you want to know your brother. But you need to realize that he just found out his father is alive after believing he’s been dead for who knows how long. Now all of a sudden - his father is not dead, and he has a sister.”

“Just talk to him, I’m sure you could talk him into anything.” She said, ignoring what I had just said and walked off.

“I swear one of these days, Jade is going to get me killed by giving random people my damn location.” I muttered.

Chapter Text

Staring out the window as New York buildings went by, my stomach twisted with nerves about how Ella’s going to react to my being back with Ezra. Never even told her that I ended things with Matthew, of course I had lied to the girls, saying I had. Part of me feels like she would have known the real reason I broke up with him, even if I gave some phony reason. The girls all did, but Hanna was the only one to say out loud about it. Glancing back at my laptop, I checked to see that I still have eighty percent of my battery life. The word documents on my laptop stared at me, daring me to work on either of them. I clicked onto the one for the Fitzgerald gallery, this was my first one and I want to turn this in as soon as possible. I’ve already procrastinated enough on it, especially in the beginning. But how can I write this article? Amanda still doesn't know about me and Ezra being back together and even though James said it couldn’t, someone could claim it’s biased if it were to get out. I’ll definitely talk to Amanda on Monday about this, even if I have to follow her to her train or cab. She has to know, hell I should have told her over video chat or something. Even though telling Ella about me and Ezra makes me nervous, I rather just tell her now and not risk texting her instead of Ezra again. 

“You can do this Montgomery.” I whispered to myself. 

“Oh.” I muttered and grabbed my phone.

Group chat: Aria, Maya, Emily, Hanna, Spencer

Aria: Hey guys, I decided to surprise Ella with a quick visit. I’m going to be in Rosewood for the weekend… SURPRISE!

Emily: We HAVE to catch up! Haven’t seen you in forever!

Maya: OMG – yes! Can we please meet up?!?!

Aria: Yes, that’s why I’m letting you guys know I’m home for the weekend

Hanna: I’m actually back in New York. But we should grab dinner or something once you’re back.

Aria: Yeah, totally.

Spencer: Wish I was in Rosewood right now. Miss you guys.

Hanna: Same, 

Aria: We need a five-girl reunion soon!

Maya: YES! 

Emily: Agreed! We all haven’t been home at the same time in almost four years.

…..

Making sure I had everything, I sighed internally as I put my phone back into my purse. I should tell them, but I need to tell Ella first. Dinner with Hanna won’t be happening, whether she ends up not being able to make it or even me. Thank God, grabbing a cab was easy, it’s always hell to get a cab in New York. I looked out the window of the taxi and smiled as we entered Rosewood. God, even though I was here during Spring break just months ago, it feels like it’s been longer. Hopefully meeting up with Emily and Maya won’t fall through. Has it really been almost four years since we were all together? Spencer practically shut us out for a while after she and Toby broke up but still refuses to talk about it, Hanna’s always working or partying with her new friends. Emily and Maya are the only ones who stayed close to home; they both got into Danby – they’re the only ones who I get to see when I come back to Rosewood during breaks. All of a sudden, the taxi pulled up in front of my parents’ house and I pulled out my wallet.

“We’re here miss. That’ll be twenty-seventy-five.” The driver said.

“Thank you, keep the change.” I told him, handing him a twenty and two fives.

“Have a good day.” He said as I got out.

Closing the door, I turned and stared at the house. This is it, time to tell Ella about being back with Ezra. I could hear the taxi pull away as I made my way up the driveway. My stomach knotted up as the front house got closer and I could hear The Sawyers’  grandkids splashing around in the pool in the backyard. If only to be eight again without a care in the world, except which flavor popsicle to have after swimming. Hoisting my suitcase up the front porch steps, I sighed and checked to see if the door was unlocked. No one was in the living room as I walked in and it was pretty quiet. 

 “Hello?” I called out and Ella came down the stairs.

“There’s my little New Yorker!” She said walking into the living room.

“I’m not that little mom.” I laughed as she pulled me into a hug.

“Do you have any laundry?” She asked. 

“Came home once, just to do laundry and I never hear the end of it.” I joked. 

“You know you can come home whenever just to do laundry. Anyway, you didn’t tell me you were coming home. Is everything okay at the apartment?” She asked and I nodded.

“Everything is fine, both Lauren and Riley are surprisingly still alive. I just thought I could surprise everyone with a visit. Plus, I have some news to tell you.” I told her and her eyes widened.

“Oh my god, are you pregnant?” She questioned.

“No! No, mom. I’m definitely not pregnant, nor am I having sex.”  I said.

“Are you hungry?” She asked.

“Yeah, I could go for some food.” I told her, feeling my stomach grumble.

“Well, dad and Toby are at work. Mike is out for a few hours so it’s just us. Why don’t we head over to The Grille?” She said and I nodded.

 “Perfect.” 

……..

Quite a few people kept glancing over at me as Ella took a bite of her eggplant parmigiana. I know they’re all thinking about what happened to me and the girls during our senior year. Luckily everyone stopped asking us how we were doing or what happened after Mr. and Mrs. Hastings made a scene once. I always thought it would have been Ella or Ms. Marin, who would end up causing a scene as the Hastings are quite serious about their public image when it comes to their family. All of a sudden, she glanced up and I knew it was time to finally tell her about Matt and Ezra. Now or never. At least this way she can’t kill me or make a huge scene…. well, one can hope.

“How’s Matt? You don’t talk about him much anymore.” Ella asked.

“That’s because I ended things with him before summer started. But we’re still good friends, we were better as friends anyway.” I told her.

“I thought you two were cute together.” She responded and I took a deep breath.

“Anyways mom, you’re not going to believe who I ran into a while back.” I said nervously, poking at my chickpea crab cakes.

“One of the girls?” She asked.

“Even though it would be quite a surprise if it was one of them, it wasn’t one of the girls.  Actually… It was Ezra.” I said quickly and she looked up.

“Ezra… as in Ezra Fitz, your ex-boyfriend?” She questioned.

“Well, I don’t know any other guys named Ezra.” I told her.

“Are you two back together?” She inquired.

“Yes. And I wanted to tell you right away before you somehow see or hear about it online.” I answered.

“Or if you text me instead of him again. But you’re happy?” She asked, and I nodded.

“Happier than I’ve been in a really long time. And before you ask, he doesn’t teach at my school. He’s over at Columbia.” I told her, smiling.

“Honey, I could tell that you’re happier the second I saw you in the house. I just wanted to hear you say it. But did you end things with Matt because you ran into Ezra?” She asked.

“No, I just ran into Ezra a little while ago. Long after I ended things with Matt.” I said.

“You should know that I had been coming around when everything went down. Slowly, but I was. Until I came home that night and heard you sobbing, and you told me what happened, I had no idea what Byron had done.” She admitted.

“Honestly, I kind of had a feeling that you were. Especially when you let me stay with him overnight and go on dates with him while Byron was out of town for work.” I said and something went through her eyes.

“Mom? What is it?” I asked, receiving a sigh.

“He wasn’t out of town or at work late, he had been seeing Meredith again. I had a feeling he was being unfaithful again, I ended up running into Meredith who told me and practically rubbed it in my face. But when I came home, I was planning on confronting him but heard you. Once you had finally fallen asleep, I confronted him about what happened with you and Ezra and on him cheating again. He just said you were lucky he didn’t go to the cops.” She admitted.

“Mom…” I trailed off.

“Was I happy you were dating your English teacher? Absolutely not, I wanted to kill him. But your father didn’t understand that if we’d gone to the cops, it would’ve put you in the spotlight even more than you already were at the time. Even though I may not have been approving at first, I would rather have you two together here, where we could keep an eye on you instead of taking the chance of you running away with him.” She said and I didn’t know what to say.

“Hope you know that Toby and dad will be upset that you didn’t call either of them for a ride. You know, they would’ve left work just to pick you up.” She said, changing the subject.

“How about I let them take me back to the train station?” I joked.

They’ll pretend to fight over who gets to bring you, but we both know dad will pretend to let Toby win as usual. Are you here for the whole weekend?” She inquired.

“Yeah. Is that okay?” I asked and she nodded.

 “Honey, I don’t get to see you as much now that you’re a big star journalist. You could stay here for two weeks, and I wouldn’t care.” She told me.

“There’s a chance I won't get the job at the end of summer.” I reminded her.

“Don’t be absurd, you’ve been dreaming about being a journalist for The Insider since you were little.” She told me.

…….

Pulling in front of The Radley, I took a deep breath. The last time I was here, we thought we were about to see Alison again. But instead of seeing Ali, Spencer and I got shot and we all got kidnapped hours later. I had hoped they would just tear the building down when Radley got sold but no, the new owners just turned it into a hotel. Cutting the engine, I took a deep breath. Even though Ella pushed me to meet with Emily and Maya, I still feel a bit guilty for ditching her. We hadn’t had a mother-daughter day since we were starting to prepare to leave for Iceland and she just wanted to take my mind off that and the fact Ali was missing, and I was feeling extremely guilty for not telling her about Byron’s affair. But she had pointed out what I already knew; I’ve barely seen the girls since we all split for college. I grabbed my purse and made my way into the building that once was part of my worst nightmare. Walking in, it was like a whole new place and had no history of what had gone down four years ago.

“Emily’s at the table already.” I turned to see Maya.

“It’s been WAY too long, Ar.” She said, pulling me into a hug.

“Agreed.” I responded as we made our way towards the bar.

“Oh my god!” Emily gasped, scrambling out of her chair.

“Em!” I squealed, pulling her into a hug.

“We got married because my dad had a medical scare.” Emily blurted out.

“Oh my god! Is he okay?” I questioned and she nodded.

“Yes, thank God. But we both know I’ve always wanted my dad to give me away and him being in the Military my whole life - there was always that chance he wouldn’t come home to do that. So, when we found out - Maya talked to my parents and my mom gave Maya my grandmother’s ring to give me.” Emily said.

“I was already talking to them about proposing. The scare just gave me the idea to elope… with your parents there.”

They showed me their rings and I couldn’t help but think about how little the girls and I really don’t talk anymore. How, if it hadn’t just been a scare - Mr. Fields had been like another father to me for as long as I’ve known Emily. Even with him always being deployed - he did his damnedest to be there for Emily and when my uncle Scott died back in sixth grade - he did his best to come home and be there for me, Mike, and even Ella and Byron. Throughout the past four years, the girls and I have completely gone MIA with one another - even with the occasional random message or call.

“Aria, he’s completely healthy now. He was already dishonorably discharged from the military before it happened. He’s the new gym teacher at the high school.” Emily said softly, reading my mind.

“To make this conversation more positive… What's new with you? Any new guy trying to win your heart?” Maya questioned, changing the subject.

“No, just focusing on my internship at The Insider.” I lied.

“Speaking of positivity, what happened to your twitter and Insta? I miss seeing all of SwimmerFields93’s funny retweets and positive affirmations. Your Insta is like dead.”  I said, snapping out of my thoughts.

“Ended up not going on for like a month, and just decided to delete it. I just deleted Instagram off my phone since I didn’t really go on there.  But if you remember Hanna made me, get twitter so I could keep up with it. I don't even know who she wanted me to follow. The only time I hear something now is if Maya or my parents say something.” Emily said.

“Your mom keeps up with the Kardashians?” I joked and Maya busted out laughing.

“Oh my god, no! she doesn’t even know which Kardashian or Jenner is which. She keeps thinking Kendall is the one who had the sex tape.” She laughed.

……..

Pulling into the driveway, I hate that I didn’t tell Emily and Maya about reconnecting and rekindling my relationship with Ezra. Toby’s truck pulled up in the driveway next to me and he quickly got out. I grabbed my purse and quickly got out, closing the door as quietly as I could. There’s no way he thought I was Ella, she still has long hair and once I came home from The Dollhouse, I refused to let my hair get longer than my shoulders. Pretty sure I was afraid I’d wake up and have less hair again. Following Toby, I bit my lip from laughing at the fact he wasn’t acknowledging whoever he could assume is behind him. Just as I was about to enter the house, he shut the door in my face. Maybe he didn’t even realize anyone was in Ella’s car. I opened it and walked in, Ella was watching and trying not to laugh. 

“Don’t be an ass, Tobias James.” I joked and he spun around.

“What the fu- what are you doing here?” He asked, pulling me into a hug.

“It’s this new thing called visiting.” I responded sarcastically. 

“Hey kiddo! I didn’t know you were coming! You’re just in time too, dinner’s ready and it's the veggie alfredo you like.” Daniel said, pulling me into a hug.

“Surprise!”

“This is why you told me I’d want to make my veggie alfredo?” He asked, looking at Ella.

“Absolutely. But honey, how did you not figure it out? You only make it when she’s here.” She said.

“Mike! Dinner!” Ella called out.

“Can you two get water for everyone, unless either of you want something different.” Dad asked, looking towards me and Toby

Following Toby towards the pantry dad and the boys put in last year, I saw photos from all of our childhoods plastered on the fridge and on the corkboard, Ella bought for whatever reason three years ago. Opening the mini fridge that holds sodas, juice, iced tea, water and multiple bottles of Ella’s special occasion wine, Toby passed two bottles of water for dad and Ella. 

“What do you want? For tea, we have plain sweet, lemon, and raspberry tea. But Mom also attempted to make a cherry almond iced tea the other day… we’re all afraid to taste it.” Toby asked.

“Raspberry.” We both laughed.

“Can I have a beer?” Mike asked, coming down the stairs.

“No!” Ella and I both exclaimed.

“Oh great, you're home.” Mike joked as we sat down.

“So, I have some news.” I said.

“You’re pregnant?” Mike asked.

“No! Why is that everyone’s first thought?” I questioned as Ella chuckled.

“You’re in college.” Mike pointed out and I rolled my eyes.

“Are you being safe?” Dad questioned, even though it’s clear he was uncomfortable asking.

“Oh my god. I’m not having sex.” I groaned.

“Thank god.” He muttered with relief in his voice.

“What’s your news that doesn’t involve your nonexistent sex life?” Toby asked, helping me out and I threw him a grateful look.

“First, it’s been a while, but I ended things with Matt. But we’re still really good friends. Secondly, I recently ran into an ex, and we got back together.” I spoke.

“Well, it’s obviously not Jason, he’s still in some other country and you didn’t really date much….” Mike said and looked at me as he realized it.

“Does this have anything to do with the phone call we had?” Toby asked, already knowing.

“What phone call?” Ella asked.

“Sorry mom, that's brother and sister confidentiality.” Toby replied and she rolled her eyes.

“Do you need more train money?” She asked, turning to me.

“I’m fine with train money. You’re already paying my rent for the apartment; you don’t need to keep sending me money.” I told her.

“Honey, I’m your mother. It’s my job to take care of you when you need it.” She pointed out.

“I’m honestly okay with money mom. Now, if The Insider wasn’t a paid internship, then I’d probably take you up on more train money.” 

“I could use some money.” Mike pipped up.

“For what?” Ella asked.

“I don’t know, you’re offering Aria money.” He said and I laughed.

“For her transportation. She takes the train to and from work, she took the train here. Plus, she takes cabs.” Ella told him.

“Why didn’t you call me?” Dad and Toby both questioned.

“Because it would’ve ruined the surprise – out of the four of you, none of you can keep a secret. Besides, I can get myself home at times.” I told them.

“I’m taking you to the station when you leave.” They both said and looked at each other.

“You’re not, I am.” Dad told Toby.

“No, I’m taking her.” Toby argued.

“Told you.” Ella whispered, smiling as she took a sip of her water.

“Warning, I’d have to be there pretty early. My train leaves at five forty.”  I told them.

“Michael, if you absolutely need money for something that you can’t just wait for your birthday or Christmas, Daniel and I will think about it.” Ella finally responded to Mike.

“Let’s be real, I’ll still give you some money.” Dad half whispered to Mike.

“You could also get a job. Those give money.” I joked.

“I have a job.” He told me.

“You have a job and you didn’t tell me? Ass.” I said and he laughed.

………

Looking around at everyone, Dad started clearing our plates. It felt amazing to have a family dinner on a random weekend. I’d never think I would miss having dinner every night with them but living in New York and not coming home except for holiday breaks makes me miss it. All throughout dinner, we kept joking about not trying the tea Ella made. Cherry almond tea does sound good, but knowing Ella’s kitchen skills - we’d most likely receive food poisoning from it. Mike and I got it once from her making us scrambled eggs when we were little. Ella rose from the table and made her way over towards the cabinet that holds her weekly wines, which meant we were going onto the porch to have wine soon after clearing the table. Once I turned eighteen, she’d let me have one glass with me when I come home during breaks. On my birthday, she told me that now I could have more than one glass since I’m the legal drinking age.

“You girls go relax, have some wine on the porch. It’s actually cooler out tonight” Dad said. 

“Don’t you need help?” I asked.

“Not from either of you, the boys can help.” He told me, receiving groans from Toby and Mike.

“Red, white, or rose?” Ella asked, looking through her wine cabinet.

“Whatever you want.” I told her.

“The amount of wine in that little cabinet plus in the mini fridge is a bit concerning.” Toby joked.

“Well, she’s living with three men. She deserves all that wine.” I said laughing.

“Hey, I’m only here until I’m done finishing the house. If you want.” He said and I saw something flash through his eyes.

“Ready?” Ella asked and I eyed the two bottles of wine.

“Yes, and do you believe we’re going to drink two bottles of wine?” I questioned.

“Maybe not you, but I probably could.” She said and I laughed.

“Not kidding, she’ll finish half a bottle by herself. Once a week she finishes half a bottle.” Dad called after us.

Following Ella out the front door, we sat down on the swing. It feels like yesterday that Emily and I were on this same swing, talking about how we thought Alison was messing with us when everything first started. Handing over my glass of white, Ella must have known what I was thinking about. She gave me a small smile and brushed some hair behind my ear. We didn’t really talk much about my senior year after I finally came home, it was too painful for both of us. It was hard enough talking to Sullivan about it after Ella put me back in therapy, how could I talk to my mom about what I had gone through? She couldn’t hold it together when she saw my gunshot scar, I don’t blame her for that though.

“Honey, I know this might be a touchy topic but are you planning on telling Byron?” She asked.

“Haven’t really thought about it, but probably not. He has made it pretty clear that I’m not his daughter anymore without disowning me or anything. I called him a little while back just to talk. It didn’t last long, Lola started crying and he hung up without warning or a goodbye. Why should he bother with the old kids when he has a new one?” I told her, taking a sip of my wine.

“Aria…” She said concerned.

“It’s fine. He didn’t even believe in me when it came to NYU and The Insider. He never once reached out since I moved to New York, it's usually me reaching out.” I added. 

“When you do bring Ezra home, he’s sure to find out through the gossip vine. We both know how vicious Rosewood gossipers can be.” She warned gently.

“I’m okay with that. It’s not like I’d be bringing Ezra over to see him anyway, pretty sure if Byron never sees Ezra again it’d be too soon.” I told her.

“Even though you said no earlier, are you and Ezra… having sex?” She asked and I nearly choked on my wine.

“Same as before mom, I’m not having sex. Not with Ezra, not with anyone.” I promised her.  

“Ok. But do I need to-.” 

“Mom, I’m twenty-one, you already gave me the sex talk when I was nine. I know to be safe and how to be when the time comes.” I said, cutting her off.

“Yeah, and I regretted giving you the talk an hour later because you went and mortified your brother by giving the talk to him.” She reminded me.

“Someone had to do it, because let’s be real – neither you nor Byron were going to do it. You know, I really enjoyed our day today.” I said, resting my head on her shoulder.

“Me too. And even though you’re all grown up, you’ll always be my little girl.” She said, kissing the top of my head.

……..

Sitting on top of my bed, I stared at Ezra’s contact screen. I know I told him that once I tell Ella about us, I’d let him know how it went. It’s not like he doesn’t know I came this weekend, and I’m ambushing him with the news or anything. Sometimes, us being back together still feels like a dream. I quickly pressed the call and waited for him to answer. Maybe I should have told Emily and Maya, but I want to be able to tell all the girls together… even though that’s quite a wish right there.

“Hey beautiful.”  Ezra answered.

“Hi you. I’m not disturbing you am I?” I asked.

“Not at all, you could never disturb me. Besides, Hardy is forcing me to watch some stupid wrestling match. You’re giving me a great reason not to watch it.” He told me.

“So, there’s a reason for my call. You know, besides saving you from having to watch wrestling.” I told him and he chuckled.

“Thank you for that. But, what’s your reason?” He asked.

“Remember how I told you I was going to tell my mom this weekend?”

“Mhm.” He answered, unsure of what’ll come out of my mouth next.

“She took it surprisingly well. And apparently, she had been coming around when we broke up.” I said, not daring to bring up Ella mentioned us running away together.

“How is your visit home going so far?” He asked.

“Good, I finally got to see Emily and Maya after who knows how long.” I said.

“You should tell the girls if you want.” He said softly.

“Part of me wants to, but the other part of me wants to wait.” I told him.

“Whatever you decide, I’m all for it.” He told me.

The last time I told the girls, ‘A’ had threatened Hanna to try and expose my relationship with him out to my mom. But there’s no ‘A’ this time, there’s no real reason to not tell the girls now. Our stalkers are long locked up for the rest of their lives. Mainly due to the fact they’ve tried to kill us enough times, and actually managed to almost kill both me and Spencer. So, it’s not like they could threaten to tell them if I don't or anything. But what if he just thinks I’m trying to keep us a secret?

 “No, I don’t think you're just trying to keep us a secret babe. Even if it’s months from now that you tell them, that’s all up to you.” He said.

“Did I say that out loud?” I questioned and he chuckled.

“Nope. I’m just good at knowing what you’re thinking.” He told me as there was a giant thud downstairs.

 “What was that?” Ezra asked. 

“That would be Toby and my dad fighting over who brings me to the train station Sunday. Dad will be giving up in three… two… one.”  I told him.

“Alright, you win Toby.”  Dad declared loudly.

“You’re good.” Ezra chuckled.  

“This happens a lot. Dad always fakes a bad move and lets Toby win. Pretty sure he’s just getting tired of trying to not actually win.” I explained and he chuckled again.

“How about I pick you up from the station when you get back to the city?” He asked. 

“It’s an early ride babe.” I told him. 

“I don’t mind, especially if I get to see you.” He told me and I felt myself blush. 

“Only if you want to.” I spoke.

“I definitely want to, because it involves time with you. Just let me know when to be there.” He told me.

“As much as I'd rather talk to you, Hardy is staring at me and it’s starting to freak me out. But I’ll talk to you later and see you Sunday morning.” He added, and I giggled.

“See you Sunday babe.” I replied and hung up.

Hanging up, all I could hear was the television downstairs and soft mumbles of Ella and Daniel talking. Not even out of the city one day and I miss hearing all the cars, people, all the city noises. But most of all, I already miss Ezra. But I’m seeing him Sunday and get to spend the entire day with him. Glancing out my window to see nothing but streetlights and empty yards, Rosewood doesn’t even feel like home anymore. The second I drove across the New York state line four years ago, that became home. Seeing that it’s pretty early for even Emily and Maya to both be asleep, I quickly pulled up my texts with Maya. Ezra’s right, I should tell the girls… even if it’s not all together like I wanted.

‘Hey, hope it’s not too late but could we FaceTime?’

Without missing a beat, Emily started a facetime, and I quickly answered it. Ever since we became friends and got our first phones, if any of us needed to facetime or actually see another in person - we knew we could count on each other. Spencer and Ali had it a bit easier together than the rest of us since they were next door neighbors. Those carefree days are long behind us, along with those days of ‘A’ and trying to find out who killed Ali. Even though we all needed each other after the doll house, we were scared shitless of our phones, which led to our parents allowing us to all stay together at different houses for a while. Which I guess led to Maya finding out about mine and Ezra’s relationship because I cried out for him a few times.

“Hey, what’s going on Ar?” Emily asked.

“There’s something I didn’t tell you at lunch. I was going to wait until I got all five of us together but that’s a long shot.” I rambled.

“Okay, you’re starting to scare me a bit Aria. Oh my god, are you preggo?” Maya questioned.

“No! I’m not pregnant! A few weeks ago, I ran into Ezra and…. we’re back together now.” I answered.

“I knew there was something you weren’t saying.” Emily said, smiling.

“So…. Anything steamy?” Maya smirked.

“First Lauren, then Ella and Mike and now you Maya? Is there something in the air that makes people think I’m sleeping with him already or sleeping with anyone in general?” I asked, bit amused, 

“Damn, your mom asked you if you two were feeling each other up?” Emily laughed.

“Don’t get me started on that.” I muttered.

Chapter Text

Handing the bartender a ten for their tip, I took the two vodka and sprites and made my way over back to the table Lauren had found and grabbed for us after she showed her ID to the bartender. The code nightclub was mildly busy for a weekday, especially one around colleges and in the summer.  Lauren looked over from checking her nails and saw that I got us our drinks. After we both had a long day, we decided to come out tonight for a few hours to destress. Setting everything down, I stuffed my ID and debit card back into the secret pocket in my clutch. 

“I really think red’s your color.” Lauren said.

“Well, Ezra definitely enjoys it when I wear red. Also, this dress is NOT my friend.” I smirked.

“Next time you see Ezra… wear that dress and it’d definitely be your best friend.” 

“Vodka and sprite with a cherry.” I said, changing the subject and slid the drink towards her.

“Oh, I love you.” She declared.

“I have a boyfriend.” I teased.

“Stop rubbing it in.” She laughed.

“Okay, I know that face. Spill.” She said, staring at me.

“The day I came home from telling Ella about getting back with Ezra, I told him about my run in with Gabbie.” I told her.

“His sister right?” She asked and I nodded.

“Well now, it seems he thinks I’m trying to help Gabbie meet him and now it’s a little weird. One minute we’re fine, next he’s avoiding any type of conversation if it could possibly lead to Gabbie.” I said.

“This is a lot for him.” Lauren said what I already knew.

“I know. But there were basically two choices: tell him and have him think I’m helping her. Or not tell him and he could find out some other way and be upset I never told him. Either way it’s a lose-lose for me until he listens that I’m not trying to help her.” I explained.

“Totally understand, but with all this new info coming out to him… he’s probably not thinking straight.”

“Ever since telling him Sunday, I don’t even know how to comfort him or be there for him. I never knew someone to be dead for years then find out they’re alive. But it’s also like he doesn’t know himself  if he wants to be comforted or to be alone.”

“Alright, we’re taking it waaay back to the nineties for a bit. To start off here is Livin’ La Vida loca.”

Sharing a look, I held out my free hand for hers and she took it. We made our way towards the dance floor, nightclubs have really never been my thing. But Lauren usually makes it a bit more enjoyable, plus we don’t stay out for hours - three hours is usually the max. Finding the group of girls we normally dance with when we’re all here, they waved us over and we made our way to them. Finally, everything started to feel alright. All of a sudden, some guy walked right up to Lauren.

“Name’s Jack. I’ve seen you over at After Party quite a few times.” He said, dancing a bit too close to Lauren.

“Ok.” She said, unsure where this was headed.

“Think I could get a dance with you.. for free since you’re not working?” He asked, looking her up and down.

“Like you said, I’m not working. Plus, I don’t do shit for free.” She told him.

“Whatever, just know that I always get what I want in the end babe.” He said and walked off.

“Are you okay if we get out of here now? I’m officially grossed and creeped out.” She asked and I nodded.

“We’re just gonna get out of here, does anyone want our drinks?” We asked.

“Yeah, that guy was such a creep.” One girl said, taking mine.

“He was gross.”  Another added, taking Lauren’s drink.

We started making our way back to the exit, thankfully The Code is a 21+ club and they take IDs seriously. I remember Hanna telling me about this place not letting her in with her fake ID for her 20th birthday since they have a way to tell fake IDs from the real ones. The guy reappeared and started doing the whip dance or something as he tried to get closer to Lauren. Taking her hand in mine, I quickly pulled her away and we switched directions as soon as we were out of his sight. Sharing a look, we busted out laughing at his poor attempts to get with her. All of a sudden, some girl came storming towards us with two drinks and purposely threw them onto us.

“Hey!” We both exclaimed.

How dare you try to sleep with my bae!” She shouted at Lauren as the guy walked up.

“What did he tell you?” Lauren yelled back, glaring at him.

“That you hit on him!”

“That’s all?” Lauren questioned.

“I wasn't trying or even wanting to hit on him! He wanted a freaking free lap dance!” Lauren exclaimed.

“Show me the receipts bitch.” 

“He came up to me. What receipts do you want to even see? And you sound like you just learned about slang.” Lauren snapped.

“Unless you show me the receipts…. you’re obvi lying because you’re being sus.”

“Ok…. you really did just learn slang, didn’t you? HE CAME ONTO ME!” Lauren yelled.

“Are you calling my bae a liar?”

“You know what? Yes. We are! Because HE came to HER, not whatever twisted scenario he told you. We were minding our own business when HE came up…. again, to HER. Even if she was hitting on him - how would she know that he had a girlfriend? Last I checked there’s nothing wrong with hitting on people in clubs.” I snapped.

“We should speak in a way she’ll understand.” Lauren told me.

“I-D-F-W-H. Your bae is thirsty. A-F” Lauren snapped at the girl, pointing at whatever his name was.

“Can we PLEASE stop speaking in slang?” I begged.

“I. Do. Not. Want. Your. Man.” Lauren snapped, just as someone in a business suit walked up.

“Hi, I’m the assistant manager and I’ve been watching you four for a while, come with me.”

……….

The assistant manager looked at us as if he was waiting for us to explain ourselves. Even though he had told us not to say anything, so not sure if he actually is waiting or not. We first thought he just meant talking to the other two, but when we tried to explain our side - he told us to shut up and he’d find out what happened. Lauren pointed towards a pen and paper on the desk. Nodding, he handed it to her. I watched her as she wrote down what happened. She handed it over and he looked it over. Without saying another thing, he took the paper and walked out of the room.

“Douchebags.” Lauren muttered after a few minutes

“Did he really tell us to shut up when we tried to explain our side?” I questioned, and she nodded.

“So ready for bed now.” I said, yawning.

“With you on that, sorry for this.”

“Do not apologize. That guy came onto you TWICE, twisted it around to his girlfriend and SHE assaulted us by throwing drinks on us. If that happened just because you said no - think about what could've happened if you agreed.” I pointed out.

“Next time we want to destress - I vote to do something other than going clubbing.”

“No argument from me on that.”

“What is taking so long?” Lauren asked. 

“Maybe they’re looking over some footage? But the assistant manager said he had  been watching us for a while, he had to have seen that we didn’t do anything wrong.” I said as two cops walked in.

“Both of you, get up.  You two are under arrest for assault, disorderly conduct, and attempted prostitution.”

“WHAT?” We both questioned as they led us out.

“ You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you-.”

The voices went silent as I realized what was happening. The cops were cuffing us and putting us in the back of a cop car! Well, this is definitely the opposite of destressing. Lauren and I shared a look and I knew she was thinking the same thing. But we shouldn’t be the ones getting arrested, we had done nothing wrong but somehow this douchebag and his girlfriend got us kicked out after he wouldn’t leave us alone then lied to his girlfriend about what happened and she spilled drinks on us. Staring out the window, I saw the guy and his girlfriend watching. He smirked at the fact he got away with this and that his girlfriend actually believes he did nothing wrong… poor girl.

…..

Pacing the cell they shoved us in, I could see Lauren watching me from the bed. It feels like we’ve been here forever. Oh god… what’s going to happen once Amanda finds out that I’ve been arrested? What about NYU? Could they kick us out? Taking a deep breath, I nearly gagged as the stench of urine and other gross smells went into my nostrils. Shit! Jail is NOT the place for people to do deep breathing exercises! 

“I’m going to lose my job because of that douchebag. What if we get kicked out of school? Our senior year hasn’t even started yet!” I rambled.

“Babe, they haven’t put us in the system, let alone fingerprint us. For all we know, we just might be being detained - not even arrested. Didn’t even take our mugshots, I might smell but I still look hot enough for a photoshoot.”

“Ok, Haley Dunphy. Mugshots are not photoshoots.” I responded.

“Just trying to lighten the mood. Everything will be fine Ar. But we’re gonna have to call someone else.” Lauren said from the bed.

“I know. Guess, I’ll call Ezra since Riley probably won’t answer another call.”

“Think he’d stop at our apartment to get the emergency money he gave us?” She questioned.

“If Riley isn’t answering his phone, I highly doubt he’ll answer the buzzer. Besides, Riley might not even be home.” I pointed out.

Getting up, I walked towards the cell bars. I have no idea what time it is, and Ezra could be getting worried since I haven’t called to let him know that we got home yet. I told him Lauren and I were going to be out for an hour or two and that I’d call once we got home safely. Feels like we’ve been here for hours and no one will tell us what time it is. Well, this should be an interesting conversation to have with him. Even though I know he’d help us, it’s just so weird asking him for money – it was hard enough asking him for a couple dollars for laundry… of course he gave us nearly three hundred. “In case of emergency” His voice repeated in my mind. Before I could ask for my one phone call, an officer came up and I shared a look with Lauren

“Can I get my one phone call now?” I asked.

“Actually, you’re both free to go.” He told us.

“Are you two okay? What happened?” Ezra asked, walking up behind the officer.

“My one phone call can either read minds or is physic and hasn’t told me yet.” I said.

“Actually, I called your phone and a cop answered.” He told me.

“I feel like they shouldn’t be allowed to do that.” Lauren said.

“Wait, what time is it?” I questioned.

“Now, it’s about one-ten. Come on, let’s get you two home.”

Ezra took my hand in his as we followed him through the station. It seems even bigger now that we’re actually leaving it. A few cops looked over at us from speaking with the ones who arrested us. God, I  hope we don't have to go to court. Despite that  even though the club doesn't either, we don't rock solid evidence that we were in the right. 

“What happened?” Ezra asked us carefully. 

“Some douchebag wanted a free lap dance, I said no. Then tried again before being ignored and he went crying victim to his girlfriend. Who spilt drinks on us and somehow we got blamed for the entire thing.” Lauren explained.

“Even though the assistant had to have seen the whole thing.” I added.

“Bet he already had called the cops before I wrote down what happened.” Lauren said as we got outside and saw the guy, as if he were waiting for us.

“Ladies, I’ve decided you can both have me.”

“I’d rather rot in jail.”

“Leave them the hell alone .” Ezra threatened.

Chuckling, he walked towards us and punched Ezra in the mouth, making him stumble a step. All of the sudden, anger from everything that happened tonight and the fact he just hurt Ezra,  boiled over. I stormed over towards both of them and swung my fist at his stupid face. Just as he stumbled over, Ezra gently pulled me away from the guy. Now I understand that this is the kind of reason Ella made Mike and Toby teach me how to defend myself.

“Go fuck yourself!” I snapped as Ezra gently pulled me away from the asshole.

“Crazy bitches.” He muttered before running away

“He’s not worth it Ez.” I said, holding Ezra back as he was about to chase after the guy.

“Well, you are worth everything to me and so is the safety of you both.” He told me.

“Come on. Let’s go get you cleaned up.” I said.

“Says the one who smells like urine and alcohol.” He teased and I playfully smacked him.

….

Ezra wrapped his arms around my waist as I applied a bit of pressure with a bag of frozen peas to his lip. Neither of us were paying attention to whatever we turned on when we got here. Lauren had gone straight into the shower then gone to bed, luckily for me it was just my dress that smelled. Ever since I started tending to Ezra’s lip cut, he keeps trying to tend to my hand even though it’s fine. Once again, he took the bag of frozen peas off his face and placed it on the hand I used to punch the guy.

“Those peas are for your lip Ez, not my hand.” I told him.

“It’s just a little cut Ar. You, on the other hand, already have a bruise forming.” He said softly, brushing his lips to mine.

“Come on, I’m going to tuck you into bed then get going.” He said, slowly pulling away.

“Stay.” I whispered.

I quickly pulled myself onto his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck and saw the hesitation in his eyes. Even though it’s been weird between us, I just don’t want him to leave. Although we were all cute and the way he was kissing me earlier after Lauren got in the shower… it’s still weird and frankly it’s making it weirder for me at least. Maybe I shouldn’t have told him Gabbie asked me to talk him into meeting with her, but I didn’t want to keep that from him and have him find out another way. All I want to do is get him to listen to what I had told Gabbie about giving  him time. But this also might be karma or something from when I kept running from him when he tried to tell me about ending things with Victoria. Before I could even open my mouth to beg him to stay once more, he spoke up. 

“For you, anything.” He said softly, giving me a small smile.

“Good, because it’s nearly three in the morning. You do not need to be out this late.” I murmured, getting off his lap.

“Come on.” I added, holding my hand out or his.

“I won’t wake Lauren up with my giggling?” He questioned, slipping his hand into mine.

“Nope, she’s a heavy sleeper unless Riley blares a video game or her alarm for work goes off.” I explained, leading him into my room.

“Did I tell you how incredibly good you looked in that dress?” He whispered as I kicked the dress closer towards the hamper.

“Despite that it smelt like jail urine and tequila sunrise?” I asked, handing him his pajama pants

“Even then, baby. But not as good as you look in my shirt.”

He added with a smirk, eyeing me up and down. I playfully smacked him with a pillow as he climbed into bed with me. As soon as we were both lying down, I snuggled into him and he kissed the top of my head. He took my hands in his as I started to play with his fingers. Letting go of my hands and cupping my face, he brushed multiple kisses along my face.

“Thank you for saving us.” I said softly.

“Anytime baby.” He whispered.

“How about there not be any more times?” I suggested.

“Also, you were gonna stay the night whether you liked it or not.” I told him.

“Were you planning on sitting on me to force me to stay if I tried saying no?” He questioned, trying not to laugh.

“Yes.” I answered bluntly.

“You should know that I can’t say no to you.” He breathed before brushing his lips against mine.

“Now if I use that to my advantage, you only have yourself to blame for telling me that.” I giggled.

…..

Slowly opening my eyes, I saw Ezra wasn’t next to me. I sat up and looked over to see the alarm clock said it was eight twenty and there was a piece of paper next to it. Even though he doesn’t have to work, I guess we’re sort of back to it being weird and him avoiding talking to me about Gabbie. Before I screwed everything up, all he wanted was to be able to spend time with me and hell I wanted that too.  Even though I can’t do anything about my schedule, it has been a bit easier to see him during the week with one of our obstacles out of the way. But now, we’re in this -whatever it is. Picking up the paper, I smiled as I saw his handwriting.

‘Good morning beautiful, I would have said goodbye but I didn’t want to wake you up so early. Talk to you later. I love you.’  

He and I both know he just didn’t want to risk me trying to make him talk about Gabbie wanting him to meet with her. But how can he be all flirty with me one minute but avoid me the next? I know I did the same thing before we got back together but, I wasn’t flirting with him…. oh wait, I kind of did. Maybe I shouldn’t have told him about running into Gabbie - let alone her asking me to talk him into meeting with her. There has to be some way I can make it up to him… if I ever get him to  listen that I wasn’t trying to get him to see her. My phone beeped and I looked over, hoping it was Ezra but sighed when I saw Mike’s name.

‘Are you coming home for my birthday?’

‘Not missing it.’

‘Can you bring Ezra?!?!? Please, please, PLEASE!!!!!’

‘You kinda sound obsessed with him. But I’ll ask him.’   I sent and switched over to Ezra’s contact.

‘Are you doing anything on the weekend of August 8th?’

‘I am now, what are we up to?’

‘Mike’s inviting you to his birthday.’

‘Then I’ll definitely be there - even though I’d come if it wasn’t his birthday.’

……

Staring at Ezra’s door, I felt nervous all of a sudden. Between the emergency money, the bail money from last night, and all the dates he’s paid for; he has spent a lot of money on me. Even when I’m the one who’s planning on paying - he somehow manages to pay before I can. At least Hardy’s home so that I could give the money to him to give to Ezra. But with giving this to Hardy, not sure why I’m even nervous about it. Just before I could knock, my phone chirped and I saw Lauren message me.

‘Turns out the girls we danced with at The Code heard about what happened and went to the management and told them what really happened. The management called since they have our numbers due to the times we’ve left things there…. they apologized and dropped the charges and said we could return if we want to.’ 

“Hey you.” Ezra said, opening the door.

“Hi.” I responded, surprised that he’s home.

“I was going to leave this with Hardy to give to you. But guess I could leave it with you.” I said, handing him the envelope.

“What is it?” He asked.

“The bail money from last night.”

“Baby, I’m not taking it back. I’d spend my last dollar if it meant you were out of jail.” He said.

“You cannot keep paying for all our dates then. Because between the bail money, the laundry coins AND emergency money, plus all the dates. That’s too much Ez.” I told him.

“Okay, how about we go back and forth taking turns paying?” He offered and I arched an eyebrow at him.

“And you can kick my ass when I pay on your turns.” He added, giving me a small smirk.

“I can agree to that, you got yourself a deal Fitz.” I agreed and he pressed his lips to mine.

“We had to seal it, so now it’s official. But you should know that I’d willingly spend all my money on you - in jail or not.” He murmured, before leading me into the penthouse.

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Groaning, I rolled over and glanced at my phone before pulling my pillow under my head. It’s five fifteen, an hour before my alarm for work. There’s weird noises coming from Riley’s room, he better not be blaring another damn video game. Wait a minute, why is he even up this early? He’s just lucky Lauren had to work early, otherwise she would kill him and as of right now…  and I would let her. Sighing, I got up and made my way towards Riley’s room, can’t even make out what his stupid game is even saying.

“Riley, turn the damn game- oh my God!”

“Fuck!”

“Hell!”

“Oh shit!” I exclaimed

I spun right around and rushed out of the room. Leaning against the wall, I couldn’t believe what I just witnessed. Of all the people in the world, Riley and… Lauren ? They’re always at each other’s throats, and now they’re sleeping together? Wait a minute, I thought Lauren said she had to work the morning shift, why the hell is she on top of Riley instead of the coffee shop? My head throbbed as all these questions ran around my head, more questions popping up no matter how hard I try to forget.

“Hope we have Advil.” I muttered and made my way to the kitchen.

…..

Grabbing my purse, I sighed. I know there’s things that all of us need to say but none of us are willing to bring it up. Even though I don’t need to leave for my train yet, everything is weird now between all of us and I just need to get out of here. Neither me or Lauren have been able to look at each other, even before when one of us was doing something weird or even dumb - we could still look at each other. But now that I know that neither her or Riley want to kill each other like I thought before…. it’s all different. Making my way towards the door, my mind raced with so many questions and I stopped just as I reached the door.

“Did you really have to work or was that a lie?” I asked, looking at Lauren.

“I did have to work, but as I was getting ready, a manager messaged me saying I didn’t have to come in since the big manager’s coming in. So, I went into Riley’s-.” 

“No need for a recap, we all know what happened next.” I said, interrupting her.

“There’s no feelings involved at all, it’s strictly… Well, you saw what it is. Neither of us could actually get feelings for the other.” Lauren said.

“Besides, the world would burst into flames if that ever happened.” Riley joked.

“Leaving now Just please just keep it down and put a sock on the door so I don’t have to endure that again.” I said, opening the door.

“Just so you know, we never did it next to you.” Riley called after me.

“Gee thanks for that common courtesy.” I said sarcastically, walking out.

……..

My phone buzzed as I clicked save on my Fitzgerald article. Picking up my phone, I smiled seeing  it was Ezra texting me. I can't wait to get off work so I can go see him, and I'm definitely glad that I’m staying at his place this weekend because I haven’t been able to get my mind wrapped around the fact that Lauren and Riley are Friends with benefits. Wait, they’re not even friends… would that make them roommates with benefits? Is Lauren and Riley always being at each other’s throats for some sort of act? Okay, I definitely need to stop thinking about this and them together.

‘Hey beautiful’

‘Hi you.’

‘What do you think about a nice home cooked meal for dinner? And by homecooked meal, I mean Chinese takeout on plates.’ 

‘Sounds perfect to me.’

………

“I’m so sorry that it's taken this long to meet with you Aria.” Amanda said, shutting her door.

“Oh, that’s fine. It’s given me time to prepare.” I told her.

“Is everything alright? You’re not leaving us are you?”

“Absolutely not, it took my mom eighteen years to get me out of the house. I’m not going anywhere until I get told I do have to leave.” I said and Amanda let out a chuckle.

“Good, because with the summer’s end around the corner…. I want to see whatever more you could give. Because whether you or Jade get the internship, I know you’ll go far in a career of writing. If it’s journalism, or even writing the next best seller.”

“Thank you, that means a lot coming from you. Now the thing is, I don’t think I should be writing the article on the Fitzgerald art gallery any longer.”

“Why? Does it have anything to do with Dianne Fitzgerald coming here looking for you?” She asked

“Wait, she came here too?” I questioned, shocked.

“Yeah. I don’t know much about what happened that day, I was on the phone at the time but I heard Jade telling her where you were. But does it?” She asked again

“Sort of. Long story short, I was with her son quite some years ago…. And we recently got back together. The last thing anyone needs is someone claiming I’m being biased or-.” Amanda cut me off

“I trust you Montgomery, you were straight up with me and I appreciate that. There’s no way this article could be biased one way or another. You’re both adults here and I wanted you on this article to see what you could really give me before I make my final decision. Your private life is that - private.” She said, leading me out.

“Thank you Amanda.”

“Of course, see you next week. Enjoy your weekend.” She told me.

“Have a good weekend.” 

I sat back down at my desk, pulling my thumb drive out of my bag. It felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I can finally breathe again when it comes to telling Amanda and the article. Sliding the drive into the computer, I quickly moved the updated documents onto it. Saving my work on my laptop as well, I shut everything down and clocked out. Parker waited for me by the door for me, we managed to make it onto the elevator before the doors shut. Ezra said he'd be waiting for me right outside when I get off, when I texted him ten minutes before I had to clock out. As if she was sensing my thoughts, Parker nudged me and gave me a smirk as we got out of the elevator. Walking out of the building, I didn’t see Ezra as Parker started heading towards the cross walk.

“Bye Parks.” i called after her

“Later!”

“Hey beautiful.” 

“Oh crap! God, Ezra you scared the crap out of me.” I said, turning around to see Ezra leaning against the wall.

“I’m sorry Ar, didn’t mean to scare you.” He said, cupping my face and pressing his lips to mine.

“You’re forgiven.” I giggled as we pulled apart.

 “Long day?” He asked, seeing my face. 

“You have no idea.” I sighed.

“I know I promised Chinese takeout; but since you had a long day and to make up for scaring you, why don’t we go out somewhere and save take out for another day? There’s a pretty good vegan Thai place I go to sometimes, or there’s Italian, or that French vegan place we like. Whatever you want.” He told me, taking my hand in his. 

“French sounds good.” I said and he chuckled 

“Thought you’d like it.” 

“Why? Cause it’s vegan?” I joked

“Does this place have strong alcohol?” I asked, slipping my hand into his.