Bonjour, people! Here's a new fanfic written by yours truly. This time, it's a Pretty Little Liars story revolving around Aria and Ezra (who just happen to be two of my favorite characters, and there's also the fact that they were secretly together!) Please comment, rate, and review! Disclaimer: I do not own the series (television or book series). NOTE: This is actually a crossover between the Pretty Little Liars bestselling book series written by Sara Shepard and the popular Pretty Little Liars television show (based on the book series) aired on the ABC Family Channel. Disclaimer: I do not own the Pretty Little Liars book series by Sara Shepard or the Pretty Little Liars. P.S. This is set in the winter, just to let you know.

Memories of You

Aria Montgomery looked out her window at the falling snow from her window seat and then back down at her book she was reading and sighed. She couldn't concentrate; Meredith's (her father's girlfriend) house; was just too quiet. She had been living with her father and Meredith ever since her boyfriend Sean kicked her out after he found out she had been cheating on him with her A.P. English teacher, which Sean then called the police and had Ezra arrested. She had moved in with Sean because her mother kicked her out after A (who turned out to be Mona) sent her mom a text about her husband's affair and that Aria knew and hadn't told her mom about it. She turned on the radio and tuned into her favorite station. A song she knew very well started playing:

Happiness is just outside my window

Would it crash blowing 80 miles an hour?

Or is happiness a little more like knocking

On your door, and you just let it in?

Happiness feels a lot like sorrow

Let it be, you can't make it come or go

But you are gone- not for good but for now

Gone for now feels a lot like gone for good

Happiness is a firecracker sitting on my headboard

Happiness was never mine to hold

Careful child, light the fuse and get away

'Cause happiness throws a shower of sparks

Happiness damn near destroys you

Breaks your faith to pieces on the floor

So you tell yourself, that's enough for now

Happiness has a violent roar

This song probably gave no meaning to other people, but to her, it meant a lot. It reminded her of the first time she ever met Ezra, her cute, wonderful A.P. English teacher- but she didn't know that at the time. She could remember the day the met as if it had been yesterday…

*** Flashback***

Saturday, 2:30 P.M

A sixteen-year-old girl named Aria Montgomery walks into Snookers, a local bar in Rosewood, Pennsylvania .

"Amstel and a cheeseburger," she says to the bartender after crossing through the glass-paneled front doors- apparently there was no need for bouncers at two-thirty on a Saturday. The bartender looked at her questioningly but then comes back and sets a pint and a plate in front of her and turns away. She eats some of the burger and takes a big sip of the bland and watery drink to wash it down, and then spits it back into the glass. She then looks around the bar. The bulletin board had a flyer that catches her eye.

She sees a poster of Alison that says:


Alison DiLaurentis

Would now be 16

She sighs and then turns back to her drink.

"You all right there?"

Aria turned. Three stools down was a guy with curly dark hair and icy blue eyes.

Aria frowned.

"Yeah, I'm a bit jet-lagged. I just got back from Iceland. I forgot how beer tastes here. I've been in Europe for two years. Beer's better there."

"Europe?" The guy smiled. He had a very cute smile.


Aria smiled back. "Iceland."

His eyes brightened. "I once spent a few nights in Reykjavík on my way to Amsterdam. There was this huge, awesome party in the harbor."

Aria cupped her hands around her pint glass, "Yeah," she said, smiling, "they have the best parties there."

"Were you there for the northern lights?"

"Of course," Aria replied. "And the midnight sun. We had these awesome raves in the summer… with the best music." She looked at his glass. "What are you drinking?"

"Scotch," he said, already signaling to the bartender.

"Want one?"

She nodded. The guy moved three stools down next to her. He had nice hands with long fingers and slightly ragged fingernails. He wore a small button on his corduroy jacket that said, SMART WOMEN VOTE!

"So you lived in Iceland?" He smiled again. "Like for a junior year abroad?"

"Well, no," Aria said. The bartender set the Scotch down in front of her. She took a big, beer-size gulp. Her throat and chest immediately sizzled. "I was in Iceland because…"

She stopped herself. "Yeah, it was my, uh, year abroad." She'd let him think what he wanted.

"Cool." He nodded. "Where were you before that?"

She shrugged. "Um…back here in Rosewood."

She smiled and quickly added, "But I liked it over there so much better."

He nodded. "I was really depressed to come back to the States after Amsterdam."

"I cried the whole way home," Aria admitted, feeling like herself- her new, improved Icelandic Aria self- for the first time since she'd been back. Not only was she talking to a cute, smart guy about Europe, but this might be the only guy in Rosewood who didn't know her as Rosewood Aria- the weirdo friend of the pretty girl who vanished. "So, do you go to school here?" she asked.

"Just graduated." He wiped his mouth off with a napkin and lit a Camel. He offered her one from the pack, but she shook her head. "I'm gonna do some teaching."

Aria too another sip of the Scotch and realized she'd finished it. Wow. "I'd like to teach, I think. Once I finish school. Either that or write plays."

"Yeah? Plays? What's your major?"

"Um, English?" The bartender set another Scotch in front of her.

"That's what I'm teaching!" the guy said. As he said it, he put his hand on Aria's knee. Aria was so surprised she flinched and nearly knocked over her drink. He pulled his hand away. She blushed.

"Sorry," he said, a little sheepishly. "I'm Ezra, by the way."

"Aria." Suddenly, her name sounded hilarious. She giggled, off balance.

"Whoa." Ezra grabbed her arm to steady her.

Three Scotches later , Aria and Ezra had established that they'd both met the same old sailor bartender at the Borg bar in Reykjavik, loved the way bathing in the mineral-rich blue lagoon hot springs made them feel sleepy, and actually liked the rotten-egg sulfur smell of the geothermal hot spring water. Ezra's eyes were getting bluer by the second. Aria wanted to ask if he had a girlfriend. She felt warm inside, and she was pretty sure it wasn't from the Scotch.

"I kind of have to go to the bathroom'" Aria said woozily.

Ezra smiled. "Can I come?"

Well, that answered the girlfriend question.

"I mean, uh…" He rubbed the back of his neck.

"Was that too forward of me?" he asked, looking up from

under his knitted eyebrows.

Her brain buzzed. Hooking up with strangers wasn't really her thing, at least not in America. But hadn't she said she wanted to be Icelandic Aria?

She stood up and took his hand. They stared at each other the whole way to Snookers' women's bathroom.

There was toilet paper all over the floor and it smelled even worse than the worst of the bar, but Aria didn't care.

As Ezra hoisted her onto the sink and she wrapped her legs around her waist, all she could smell was his scent- a combination of Scotch, cinnamon, and sweat- and nothing had ever smelled sweeter.

*** End of flashback***

Happiness is like the old man told me

Look for it, but you'll never find it all

Let it go, live your life and leave it

Then one day, wake up and she'll be home

Home, home, home

Knock, knock.

"Come in," she said.

The door opened and Meredith walked in holding a tray with a plate of cookies and twos mugs of hot chocolate.

She walked over and sat down on the window seat, placing the mugs and plate between Aria and herself.

"How are you?" she asked, "I know about Ezra, but we don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."

"I'm fine," she said, "does dad know, too?"

"By- your father knows, but he says he won't bring it up unless you want to talk about it." Meredith told her.

"Did he tell my mom?" Aria asked.

"No, he said he thought that he shouldn't bother Ella- I mean, your mother especially since she kicked you out."

Aria sighed, thinking of her mom Ella and her brother alone in their old house. She sighed. Then she took a cookie and bit into it. A buttery, sugary, cinnamony taste filled her mouth.

"I made snicker doodles, your favorite; and I made hot chocolate with peppermint- I know how much you love it," said Meredith, "The cookies are my grandmother's recipe."

"She must have a good cook and baker," Aria said.

"She was the best," Meredith said, "when she passed away, she left me all of her cooking appliances and cookbooks in her will."

"Do you think you could teach me?" Aria asked her.

"Only if you don't paint a big red A on my chest with food coloring!" Meredith said jokingly, causing Aria to laugh, with Meredith joining in also.

"Let's go downstairs together." said Meredith, "We can bake a pie or something - well, we could bake a wedding cake!"

Aria looked at her like she was a crazy person.

"I always stock up on baking ingredients when I go to the grocery store. My grocery bill is like- two zillion!" she said, making Aria laugh.

Meredith stood up and looked at Aria, offering an elbow.

"Shall we?" she asked.

"I think we shall," Aria answered, speaking in a ridiculous British accent, causing Meredith to crack up laughing.

On her way out a box in the corner caught Aria's eye. She knew what was in that box: his things he gave her.

"Aria?" Meredith asked, sounding concerned.

"It's nothing," she said, looking back at her soon-to-be step mom and smiling then linking her own arm through Meredith's.

"Good. Now, let's go. I hear a huge cake with the works calling our name!" Meredith said.

Giggling, they skipped to the kitchen to bake something together.

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