Team Sparia

Chapter 1 - "Spencer you're drunk."

**I'm actually not sure that this story will contain spoilers but better safe than sorry ;) Clearly after the season 5 finale it doesn't follow the show and I don't think there will be "A" in this story. Nevertheless, enjoy.**

Aria's POV
"I'm sorry about Ezra." I turn my head to see my father standing in the doorway, he was wearing a black suit with a purple tie, all dressed up for his date. Since the Meredith incident, and my mom calling off her wedding with Zack, I thought that maybe they'd get back together but who was I kidding, there are no happy endings. The only good thing that had happened was that the texts and threats from 'A' had stopped but that didn't make me feel any better because if I knew 'A' he, she or it would only come back. "I'm fine dad." I reply which was true. Honestly, I hadn't felt all that sad about breaking up with Ezra because our relationship had ran its course, we ended things on a mutual level and I thought that maybe we could even remain friends. Ezra had left, though, which confused me I guess he just needed a little more time. I hadn't told any of the girls about Ezra because I wasn't quite ready too. "Okay," My dad sighed and picked up his keys, if anything I would of thought he'd be relieved he never approved of Ezra and I. "if you need anything call me." My dad crosses the living room and on the way he gives me a quick kiss on the forehead and then he heads out the front door. I snuggle deeper into my blanket that I had spread over me and turn my attention back to the movie I was watching.

I jump when I hear a loud banging at my door, it must be the pizza I ordered. "Just one sec!" I call and search for my purse that I find lying on the end table next to the couch. I open the door and almost fall over when I see who's standing there. Spencer Hastings. My best friend. "Aria!" She yells and giggles.
"Since when did Spencer Hastings giggle?" I ask when it hits me. The smell is obviously alcohol and I can smell it even when I'm standing at least a whole person away from her. "Have you been drinking?" I ask raising an eyebrow.
"Noooo." Spencer waves her hand and sways from side to side.
"Really because you can't even stand straight, the Leaning Tower of Pisa is straighter than you." I cross my arms across my chest.
"Can I come in please?" She asks and gives me the most cute puppy dog eyes I've ever seen her do. How can a drunk person do that? I look behind me and sigh, my dad was out and Mike was staying at a friends so I didn't see the harm. "Alright." I walk away from the door and Spencer stumbles in shutting the door loudly behind her.
"Ooops." She mutters to her self and stumbles some more to the couch where she collapses in a sitting position. I go into the kitchen and make a cup of coffee for Spencer and a sandwich to hopefully soak up the alcohol she had drank. Why was she even drinking? I came back into the living room and saw Spencer sitting watching the TV intently. "Eat and drink." I order and Spencer looks at me.
"Aye, aye, captain." She practically chugs the coffee down and she scoffs the sandwich I had made. "You should bee a cheff." Spencer's words were slurred slightly but she seemed to be getting a little more sober.
"Why did you get drunk?" I ask concerned for my best friend. She laughs an unhumorous laugh.
"Toby and I broke up." Spencer put her face in her hands and rubbed her face.
"Oh," I slide off the armrest of the couch and sit next to her. "I'm sorry." I wrap one of my arms around her back and another around her neck and she rests her head against my shoulder.
"Why? I mean I don't feel sad." I could feel Spencer's breath on my bare shoulder since I was wearing a tank top and it tickled.
"How do you feel?" I ask.
"Umm," Spencer shifted slightly before she answered. "I want to say relieved which probably doesn't make sense."
"No, I totally know what you mean." I broke the embrace and stood up to take the dishes away. I noticed that my pulse had sped up considerably and my hands were shaking which was weird. I walk towards the kitchen and just before I'm about to disappear around the corner I hear Spencer call out. "Aria!" I spin on my heel and look at the girl sitting on the couch. "I love you." Spencer said and I froze. I knew she meant that she loved me as a best friend but something erupted in my stomach and it felt suspiciously like butterflies.
"Spencer, you're drunk." I pause before I add a sweet smile. "But I love you too." I hurry into the kitchen and dump the dishes in the sink. I lean against the kitchen counter and let out a long sigh. What the hell was that? I've never felt like that when Spencer said 'I love you' but I felt different about it tonight. Or did I? I know that every time she said it, which wasn't often, I got a warm fuzzy feeling. I push myself off the counter and walk back to the living room. When I reach the living room I see Spencer sprawled along the couch completely unconscious. I grab the blanket that I had put on the back of the couch and I place it over her and then without thinking I kiss her gently on the forehead.

Mmmm, Spencer.
"What?" I hear Spencer's voice cut through my dream and my eyes snap open in alarm. Oh, crap, did I say that out loud? I quickly glance at the clock and read it's time. "It's 10:30 get your ass out of bed." I stretch on the armchair and see that Spencer is still sprawled across the couch.
"Could you not shout please?" Spencer buries her head into the blanket blocking out the sun. I stand up and lay next to her on the couch and her eyes snap open. Was there a problem? I'd done this a million times and she hadn't cared before. I was aware, however, of the closeness of our bodies. She seemed to relax after a little bit which was good. "I have a confession." I say smiling. Spencer grabs a cushion from behind her and places it over her face in an attempt to block out the sun.
"What confession?" She nudges me lightly to tell me to go on and her voice comes out muffled.
"Me and Ezra broke up." I say and there was a long pause before Spencer replied.
"Actually it's Ezra and I-"
"I knew that." I quickly interrupt and Spencer removes the cushion from her face.
"And what?" Spencer's face was in disbelief.
"It's hard to explain. Our relationship had ran its course and we just didn't feel that way about each other anymore."
"Wait, is that why Ezra left town?" Classic Spencer. She made the link instantly, even though I wasn't sure if that was the reason that Ezra left, but either way she had made the connection.
"I don't know, maybe. He never even told me he was leaving and when we broke up it seemed like everything was cool." I reply. I feel Spencer flip over so she's lying on her back like me and I feel her shoulder pushing against mine pushing us even closer. Normally, I wouldn't mind being this close to Spencer but after my dream I was aware of her touch, breaths and warmth. My dream. That was new too, I'd never dreamt of Spencer that way before but for some reason I had and all I could think about was feeling Spencer's touch on different parts of my body other than just my shoulder. "I need caffeine." Spencer says breaking the small comfortable silence.
"I guess we should get up." I say sitting up right while Spencer still lay on her back. I look behind me at Spencer and we lock eyes and share a look I've never shared with her before. "Team Sparia are back together." I say smiling at Spencer and she laughs at me. I always thought that her laugh was the cutest thing ever, the way her eyes closed for a second and her white smile that lit up her face. I stood up and pulled Spencer up ignoring the electric current I felt when I touched her hand.

I was standing at the kitchen counter with Spencer when I heard someone walk in. "Hey dad." I say and take a small step away from Spencer it had only occurred to me that we were standing pretty close together.
"Hey." He raised an eyebrow at Spencer. "I saw you asleep on the couch when I came in last night."
"Oh sorry about that I stopped by and I think I fell asleep." Spencer replies her voice was quite quiet which was unusual for Spencer.
"It was no problem Spencer, you're welcome to stay any time you want." My dad smiles and then makes himself a cup of coffee.
"I should go home and get changed." Spencer turns her attention back to me.
"Okay, yeah but we're still meeting at the brew later, right?"
"Yeah, tell the other girls to meet us there." Spencer calls as she rushes out the door. I don't bother to reply since she was already out the door but rather I turn and see my father looking at me with a strange expression so I frown at him in confusion.
"What?" I ask my voice layered with utter confusion at the look he was giving me.
"Nothing." He replies and takes a sip of his coffee. Okay, that was weird. I didn't have time to dwell on the subject I had to get home and get dressed to meet the girls.