Disclaimer: I do not own Pretty Little Liars. It belongs to Sara Shepard.

Pretty Little Liars



A Girl Could Dream

Whenever people say they're going to stalk you, normally you believe it is a joke. Sometimes, this is not the case. Ali knew that this was not a joke. Someone was after them and wanted them all dead. No, someone wanted Ali dead. They'd just gotten the wrong person. She was sure it wouldn't happen again.

Ali shivered as she stood in the graveyard. The sun was starting to set and there were a few other people in the graveyard. Ali hoped that everyone thought she was visiting Spencer and not waiting for someone. Truth was Spencer's grave was all the way across the graveyard. She'd tried to avoid it as much as necessary. She wasn't ready to go back there yet.

Ali turned as a black car pulled up. She looked at the driver and let out a sigh of relief. She hurried through the graves and opened the passenger door and got in. she sighed in contentment as the heat greeted her. She closed her eyes as the car pulled away from the curb and just let the heat thaw her out.

"I missed you," the driver said. Ali looked over at him.

"I can't keep sneaking around, Ian. My friends are just now getting over that night," Ali told him. Ian covered her hand with his.

"I know, but I'm getting married, Ali. I can't afford for Beth to find out," Ian replied. Ali studied their hands, tears threatening to fall.

"I know," she managed to say. Ian drew her chin up for her to look him in the eye.

"I don't want to, Ali, trust me, but I love Beth, too. You have to understand that," he told her gently and turned away as the red light turned to green. He pressed the gas and started driving again.

"Stop the car," Ali said coolly, all signs of weakness gone.

"What?" Ian asked.

"Stop the damn car!"

"Calm down, why do you want me to stop?" Ian asked.

"You do not tell a girl that you love her and another girl at the same time!" Ali spat out and threw the door open.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Ian shouted as she jumped out of the car. "Ali!"

Ali broke out into an urn. She needed to get away from him.


"You were right, Mona. This was just what I needed," Hanna told Mona as they walked through the mall, their hands full of shopping bags.

"Aren't I always?" Mona asked, shooting a smile at her best friend. Hanna felt her return the smile and they walked towards Tiffany's.

"I guess," Hanna replied. They looked at each other before they burst out laughing.

Hanna browsed around the store. She was sure if her mother caught her spending any more money, she'd take her credit cards away. She'd just browse for the day, and then she'd would come back and buy what she wanted.

Hanna was inspecting a diamond bracelet whenever Mona bounded up. She had pulled her collar closer to herself and peered at the bracelet. She let out a low whistle in approval.

"You should get that," Mona said. Hanna shook her head.

"My mom will kill me if I spend any more money," Hanna told her.

"Han, I said you should get if, not pay for it," Mona pointed out. Hanna looked at the bracelet on her wrist. She understood her meaning now.

"Oh," Hanna muttered.

Hanna glanced around to see if anyone was watching. Hanna ducked out of the store with the bracelet just as the salesclerk turned around.

Hanna tried to calm her racing heart and slow her breathing. She glanced at Mona as they fled the mall. Hanna leaned against Mona's car and they looked at each other before they burst out laughing. Mona and Hanna exchanged high fives before getting into the car.

"That was such a rush!" Hanna exclaimed. Mona smirked.

"Just what you needed?" she asked. Hanna grinned.

"Exactly what I needed," she replied as Mona pulled out of the parking lot. She was right, Hanna had needed that.


"Hi, there," a girls voice said behind her. Emily spun around and found herself facing some girl she didn't know. "Maya St. Germain. I saw you out here staring at the house. You looked sad, so I thought I'd come introduce myself." She held out her hand for Emily to shake.

"Emily Fields," she replied as she shook the girls' hand.

"Did you know who lived here? Sounded like a crack case from the rumors," Maya said. Anger filled Emily inside.

"Spencer wasn't a crack case. She was murdered," Emily replied coolly. Maya held her hands up in surrender.

"Easy, cowgirl. I did say they were just rumors, did I?" Maya asked.

"You live here, now?" Emily asked. Maya nodded. "Cool . . . um, I have to go."

"Bye!" Maya called as Emily hurried away, trying to not let her desperation show.

She leaned against a wooden fence around the corner from Spencer's. This new girl was nuts. Who just walked up to someone and told them that the girl who used to live there was a crack case? Emily didn't understand it. Maybe the girl was just looking for attention or –

Emily's phone chimed and broke her train of thought. She slowly pulled it from her bag and read the message.


Emily stuffed her phone into her bag and hurriedly looked around. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary, but the hair still stood up on the back of her neck. This "C" was getting to her and she didn't even know who the person even was.

Emily tossed her blonde hair over her shoulder. They would figure out who this person was-this stalker. If they didn't leave Emily and her friends alone, she would report them to the police. She wasn't about to let her life be ruined by some low—life. No, she would live her life as planned, no interruptions.


"Hey, Aria," a voice called. Aria turned as Noel jogged across the school parking lot to her. "I didn't see you at my game yesterday."

"I was busy," Aria lied. Actually, she'd staged home and watched movies all day. "How'd you do?" Noel shrugged.

"Won like always."

"That's good," Aria replied. They lapsed into an awkward silence; neither knew what exactly to say.

"Aria thought back to when she would have done anything to be this close to Noel Kahn. After she met Ezra and they started secretly dating, that kind of took a back burner in her mind until that moment. Now, she would do anything to have a normal life, to date Noel and not her teacher, to not have a stalker, for her best friend to be alive. All she wanted to be was normal. That wasn't going to happen, though. Her life would never go back to normal, to the sense.

"I should go," Noel said, finally breaking the silence.

"Yeah, me too," Aria muttered and watched him jog away and meet up with his friends as her phone chimed. She pulled it out of her purse and read the message.


Aria snapped her phone shut and looked up in time to see Ezra get into his car and drive off. The message replayed in her head and it took all her willpower not to run after Noel and tell him how much she cared about him. Maybe C was right, maybe Aria did need to stop dating Ezra, and maybe her life would be somewhat normal. Then, she doubted it, but a girl could dream, right?

Aria turned and walked away. She loved Ezra, but being with him was starting to hurt her. She longed to discuss boys like normal with her friends. Only, she longed to tell the truth and not lie because her relationship was against the rules. Normal. That was what everything came back to, the longing, craving, and sense for all normality.


Spence, you would look so much prettier if you just let yourself go and stop being so uptight," Ali told Spencer. The other three chimed in with their agreement as Spencer averted her eyes out the window. "Here, I have the perfect thing for you."

Spencer watched Ali hop off the bed and disappear into her closet. She returned a moment later with a sequined, strapless black dress and strappy heels to match. She shoved it at Spencer and pushed her into the closet to change. Spencer did so, unhappily, but Ali was her best friend and she wanted to please her.

"You look great, Spencer," Hanna praised as Spencer emerged on the closet.

"Was I right or was I right?" Ali asked smugly. Spencer was silent as she looked at her reflection. She didn't even look the same.

"You were right, Ali." Too bad I can't war this tomorrow, though." Ali waved her off.

"Don't worry about it, Spence. Just take it. I'll probably never even wear it again."



"Thanks," Spencer replied as she sat back down. Ali smiled to herself. Like taking candy from a baby.


"Have you told them?" Ali looked at the girl sitting across from her.

"Told who?" she asked. The girl rolled her eyes.

"Everyone, of course!" she exclaimed. Ali didn't show the same excitement as the other girl.

"I told them I'd take care of it."

"Of course you did, that's what you tell everyone," the girl retorted.

"And you don't?" Ali shot back. The girl leaned back in the chair.

"I'm glad you came to me, Alison. I don't like someone pretending to be me. I don't need anyone else sniffing around in my life."

"Why do you think I came here first, Court? If it was you, I was going to make sure you never got out of this nuthouse again," Courtney stared at her twin.

"They don't know about me, do they?" Courtney asked Alison.

"Hasn't exactly come up."

"Even with the texts signed by my initials, might I add?" she asked. Ali was silent for a moment. "Do me a favor, sis, and make sure this bitch is buried six feet underground," Courtney said in a low voice. That, Ali thought, was something they could agree on.

The two girls fell silent as other patients and visitors talked around them. None of them were even suspicious about what the two girls had been discussing. After all, to them, they were just two sisters having a nice chat together.

They didn't have a clue what the girls were going through, not even the slightest. No one but the two sisters knew a thing and they hoped to keep it that way until they could take care of this C and keep Courtney out of the news eyes.

For once, the girls were on the same side and working together. They would figure this out and end it once and for all, if it was the last thing they did.