Chapter ten... where shit goes down.

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(A/N: I feel like i've strayed so far from the original story line and I'm worried I'll forget important things and ruin everything. Sorry in advance.)

(A/N: I feel like i've strayed so far from the original story line and I'm worried I'll forget important things and ruin everything. Sorry in advance.)

Hanna POV.

After two hours of the four of us lounging around, watching re-runs of 'Gossip Girl,' and playing video games, listening to music and fooling around, Spencer and Aria decided to hang at their own homes.

The door closed behind them, I swung my head towards the raven haired beauty with a pervy grin and raised eyebrows. Emily grinned with her brows furrowed.

"What do you need, creep?" She said playfully, strutting back to the kitchen.

"C'mon! I need help! Duh!" I urged and she turned to me with half a chip in her mouth.

Sighing, I came to the conclusion she didn't understand. "We have to make a plannnnnn. FOR SPARIA!" I shouted the ending and placed on fist on my hip, the other shot triumphantly in the air, my head tilted back.

I could almost hear Emily roll her eyes.

"Han, I want them to be together as much as the next guy, but we can't force them into a relationship," she reasoned.

"Jeez, no need to be so reasonable. Anyways, we need a plan because they need each other. They love each other, obviously, but neither of them are ever gonna make the first move unless we push them. Forcefully."

"Oh God, Hanna. You will never understand true love," Emily said shaking her head.

I smirked. "But I understand us. You and me."

"You're starting to sound a lot like a Lifetime movie," Emily teased and I winked.

"For real though," I began again, "Spence won't do anything and Aria won't if Spencer doesn't, SOOOO..... Endless cycle. We have to help them out."

Emily set down her phone and drink. "Well, then let's work on the plan," she said with a shrug. I squealed and jumped into a chair.

"OKAY. Step one. You go to Aria and talk to her about how she feels about Spence. I'll go to smarty with the same topic... except, you know. How she feels about Aria... not herself."

"Fine. One step at a time. Go off and we can meet up in an hour," Emily decided and I jumped up, stood stiff and proud, and saluted. "GOT IT, SIR- I MEAN MISS. I WILL KEEP IN CONTACT." With that, I darted off towards Spencer's house in my car.

After a 10 minute drive, I ran up the driveway after parking and stifled a laugh. I like going on missions.

Instead of knocking, I simply barged into the Hasting's residence. Maybe I could catch Spencer doing or watching something embarrassing. Instead, what I saw made me stop, drop my jaw, and squeal the loudest squeal I ever have made.

There. On the couch. Was Spencer. And... Aria. And what were they doing?

Kissing.

That's what.

I guess the mission is off.

"SO YOU BETTER AS HELL TELL ME HOW THIS HAPPENED!" I shouted at my friends. Both girls sat up quikly, heads turning my way. A rose tinted shade rose to each girls' face. Smiling, I took a few steps forward, sat in a chair facing them, resting me elbows on the coffee table between us, placing my head on my fists, not being able to contain my goofy grin.

"You don't have to tell me now. But don't expect me to say this again when Emily gets here. I just texted her," I taunted and Spencer smacking my head and Aria flopped backwards on the couch.

This should be good.

Aria POV. (Before Hanna showed up.)

"Hey! I thought since we were both going home anyways I'd come over...those two were giving me a head ache with all their lovey-doveyness" Aria explained as she walked in through Spencer's kitchen. Sitting down on the seat, across from the couch spencer was sitting, as she watched Spencer take a sip of steaming coffee.

"Shh." Spencer stated distractedly.

She eyed the brunette with eyebrows raised for a moment before leaning over to see what the taller girl was doing.

"Crossword." They said in unison.

Spencer looked up for the first time grinning.

She went back to sipping her coffee and staring at the newspaper as the room fell into silence.

Finally Spencer sighed exasperatedly, drawing the attention of the smaller girl again.

"What's wrong?" Aria asked.

"I can't get this last word." Spencer frowned down at the newspaper she was writing in "A stringed keyboard instrument. Eleven letters. Ends with RD."

"The great Spencer Hastings, beaten by a crossword puzzle?" Aria teased lightly.

Spencer huffed and glared down at the newspaper in front of her "It can't be exchequer because of the ending. It can't be a clavichord because it's too short... It's not the..."

"Harpsichord."

Spencer's eyes shot to Aria at the blurted out word.

"That's the answer." Aria explained with a shrug of her shoulders "Harpsichord."

Spencer thought over the word in her head before she broke into a grin "Aria, you're a genius!" without thinking, she leaned over the table and gave Aria a firm kiss on the lips before plopping back into her seat. It was only after she had picked up her pen, intending to finish the crossword that she realized what she had done. She froze with her pen halfway to the paper. She glanced up without moving her head to see Aria staring back at her in shock.

After what seemed like minutes but was probably only a matter of seconds, Aria stood up from her seat across from Spencer, thinking she was going to leave Spencer leaned forward placing her head in her hands and started to cry, not noticing Aria walking to the couch and sitting next to the taller girl. She leaned over, placing her hand on spencers shoulder to get her attention the leaning in to place a soft kiss on Spencer's nose before moving to her lips with an equally tender kiss. Reacting immediately Spencer deepened the kiss, reaching for Aria's waist. Aria put her arms on Spencer's chest pushing her back. Spencer looked up, confused, before Aria pushed her all the way over and moved to straddle her, resuming their deep kissing before Hanna's voice was ringing in their ears.

(A/N: Well that sucked. i wonder if any of you actually read my notes. bye.

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