My first PLL multi-chapter fic. I hope you have as much fun reading it as I had writing it!

Sadly, I don't own PLL. If I did, there would be a lot more Ezria.

Also, just so you know, the girls know nothing about Ezra and Aria!

"We are not what you think we are;
we are golden, we are golden."

I could hear my parents talking in hushed voices in the kitchen as I grabbed my keys and headed for the door. It was Saturday morning and I was heading to Ezra's for our weekly coffee date.

"I'll be back in a few hours," I called to them, not wanting to interrupt whatever it was they were debating now.

The voices cut off just as I was opening the front door.

"Where are you going, Aria?" My mom asked as she practically ran from the kitchen to meet me.

"Spencer's," I told her, ready to recite one of my well-practiced alibis.

"This early?" she questioned, "Isn't Spencer a late sleeper?"

"She's tutoring me in French," I lied, edging closer to the door.

"Oh, okay," My mom replied, "Do you need a ride there?"

"No, mom, I can walk. Besides," I said, "Don't you have that meeting with Mike's lacrosse coach?"

"Yeah, you're right," she admitted, "What time will you be back at, maybe we could go shopping?" I could feel my eyes bugging out of my head. Why was she being so pushy?

"I don't know, Mom." I hated lying to her. "I have a test this week and I'm totally behind. I'll ring if there's a change of plan, 'kay?"

"Okay, Sweetie." My mom smiled and stepped back, "See you later."

"Bye, Mom, love you," I said, heading out of the house at last and walking down the drive. I could feel her eyes on me and knew I'd have to walk the long way around by Spencer's.

As soon as I was out of her line of sight, I whipped out my phone and sent Ezra a text.

Sorry, going to be late. It was like the Spanish Inquisition back there. Walking the long way. Love you. XO Aria

I passed Spencer's house and felt a pang of guilt for lying to my mom. I loved Ezra, more than I knew how to express, but sometimes I wished that being in a relationship with him was not so complicated. Actually, no, scratch that, I always wished that being in a relationship with him wasn't so complicated.

My phone buzzed and my heart fluttered. I wondered if the day would ever come when a single text from him didn't give me heart palpitations.

Okay, don't be too long. I made pancakes. Ezra

I grinned at the thought of him covered in eggs and flour and quickened my pace, eager to see what sort of state he was bound to be in.

I arrived at his apartment in record time and he buzzed me up. I nearly split my sides laughing when he opened the door with a goofy smile. He had even managed to get flour on his forehead and there was butter smeared on his cheek.

"Good morning!" He chirped, stepping aside to let me in. He leant down to give me a kiss, making me duck. No chance was he getting near me with that amount of flour on his body.

"I'll go change," he said, his lip quirking up to reveal that smile that I loved so much, "Can you finish the pancakes?"

He disappeared into the bathroom while I was left to tackle the mess he had made of the kitchen.

Ezra arrived back a few minutes later while I was scooping the last pancakes off the pan.

"I like seeing you cook in my kitchen," he told me, pulling out the Nutella and, to my surprise, a fresh punnet of strawberries.

"Are you insinuating that the woman's place is in the kitchen, Mr Fitz?" I teased, putting my hands on my hips as I feigned offence.

"Not at all, Miss Montgomery," he said, playing along and putting on his best teacher voice, "I was merely suggesting that my kitchen is a place which is very becoming to you and that I would like to see you in it more often."

We both dissolved into laughter and this time when Ezra leaned in to kiss me, I let him. I sighed against him and our tongues touched for the briefest of moments before he pulled back and grinned down at me, "Breakfast?" he suggested, already leading me towards my seat.

"Mmm..." I agreed, still slightly dazed from his kiss, "But I think I know what I'd rather be having." Ezra laughed as he set the food on his small table before me.

"I can't believe you just said that," he said, still chuckling. He poured the coffee and took a seat opposite me. These were the moments that I loved the most, when it was just me and him, having a meal with our worries and cares locked outside the apartment. It almost felt like we were a normal couple.

"Any reason for the grand breakfast?" I inquired, taking a sip of my coffee. Lashings of milk and two sugars, just the way I liked it.

"Can't a guy do something nice for his girlfriend once in a while?" he asked, mock offence in his voice. It always made my heart swell when he called me his girlfriend.

"Just wanted to hear me say 'wow'?" I asked, taking a bite of my pancakes.

He smiled, "Exactly."

"Wow," I exclaimed, the second I swallowed the delicious pancake. We laughed and he ate the rest of his breakfast with a smile on his face.


We spent the rest of the morning lounging around on his sofa and watching re-runs of 'The Golden Girls' with a few stolen kisses now and then.

At twenty to three I figured it was time to leave and get back to my mom. I had decided to take her up on the shopping trip and told her that I'd meet her outside the picture house at three.

"Do you really have to go?" Ezra whined, making me roll my eyes as I pulled on my jacket and gathered my things.

"Yeah," I told him for the fifteenth time in the last five minutes, "I really do."

He walked me to the door, his hand on the small of my back, but before I could open it he span he around, grabbed the back of my head and crushed his lips against mine. My gasp allowed granted him access into my mouth and Ezra took full advantage, sweeping his tongue inside to tangle with mine. He backed me up against the door while his tongue and lips did their best to work me into a puddle.

He pulled away a few minutes later and leaned his forehead against mine as we both struggled to catch our breaths.

"Sure you have to go?" he asked again and I giggled.

"Yes, I'm sure," I told him, reaching up to brush his hair out of his eyes.

"Damn, I was really hoping that would convince you." He smiled his breathtaking, eye-crinkling smile again and I couldn't stop myself from reaching up and kissing him softly.

"I love you," I told him as I pulled away and turned to open the door.

"I love you, too," he said.

I turned to smile at him but was met by his lips once more. I laughed as I pulled away and stepped through the door.

"See you later," I told him, before practically skipping down the stairs leading me away from apartment 3-B.

I guess I should have seen it coming. The signs had all been there.

I stepped out onto the sidewalk with a huge grin on my face and turned to start walking to the picture house. My phone buzzed. My heart fluttered.

Sure you have to go? ;) Ezra

Shaking my head, I went to text him back when a car across the street caught my eye. My phone slipped from between my fingers and tumbled to the ground as I stared at my mother sitting at the wheel with fire in her eyes.

I blinked a few times, making sure that this nightmare was actually happening.

Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out.

After a few minutes, I picked up my phone and forced my legs to cooperate as I made my way to the car. My mom didn't say anything as I slid into the passenger seat or as she pulled out into the road. The silence was deafening.

Briefly, I considered saying that I was only dropping something off to Mr Fitz, but she was my mother and she'd seen enough. It was time to start being honest.

"Mom," I said, breaking the uneasy silence that had settled around us, "I can explain."

She didn't reply.

"Where are we going?" I asked. Our house was the opposite direction and I highly doubted shopping was still on the agenda. Again, she didn't answer. She didn't need to. A second later, we arrived at the police station.

So, what do you think? Should I continue? Please, review - don't make me set A on you.

Katie x