Hi guys, sorry for the huge delay in updating. My laptop crashed and I had to take it in to get fixed, and then when I got it back, this next chapter was gone because I hadn't saved it onto my USB :( And I had no motivation to write it again until recently. But anyway, here we are. Thank you for all of your reviews once again :)

The day of the party has finally arrived, and it has taken all of Emily's willpower not to inform Hanna of the fact that the entire population of Rosewood High's Senior Year will be in attendance. She's unsure how Hanna missed the memo. Spencer had worked it out within a day, and it hadn't taken Aria much longer. Emily sworn them both to silence, and the three of them had taken much pleasure in indulging Hanna's delusions for the past few days. Emily had begrudgingly agreed to be the one to go over to Hanna's house and help her get ready, as the others didn't think they'd be able to keep a straight face.

Now Hanna stands facing her mirror, admiring her costume.

"I mean, I know it's cliche," she says, running her hands down her white dress, "But I have to look good. And Marilyn looked as good as you can get, so surely some of that has to rub off on me?"

She twirls around and her mouth falls open as she sees Emily sprawled out on her bed, still in her track pants and hoodie.

"Em!" she cries. "Why aren't you dressed? The others will be here soon!"

Emily stifles a laugh as she sits up on the bed. "I'm just wearing shorts and a tank top Han, I'll take five minutes to get ready." She glances out the window and sighs. It had been drizzling rain all day, and the temperature had been getting lower and lower by the hour. Perhaps shorts and a tank top wasn't the best idea for a costume in October, but she figures that Hanna will feeling the cold just as much in her dress.

Hanna rolls her eyes. "Shorts and a tank top? Please tell me you're not going as some hockey player or something."

Emily lazily throws a pillow at Hanna before answering. "Nope. And I don't even play hockey."

"Whatever," Hanna says dismissively. "What's Alison wearing anyway?"

"No idea, she won't tell me." Emily tries her best to sound slighty disinterested, but in truth, Ali's costume has been a source of great intrigue to her for a while now. She'd been pestering Ali about it all week, but all she'd gotten out of her was a few cryptic remarks and the advice to be patient. She makes a mental note to never let Ali live it down if her costume turns out to be a letdown.

"Interesting." Hanna remarks absently. She makes one last adjustment to her hair, before her phone beeps from her desk. "Aria says they're on the way," she announces, before sending a pointed look at Emily. "So hustle."

"Hustle?"

"Hey, don't question my vocab. Now come on, we are going to be the 'it' girls of Rosewood tonight, and I am not having you showing up looking like a dad's lazy Sunday. So move it."

Emily makes the wise decision to avoid meeting Hanna's eyes as she gets up off the bed. "Isn't it better to be fashionably late?" she teases as she starts to get changed.

"Fashionably late? No chance. I'm not missing a second of this."

Emily grins widely, glad that she is facing away from Hanna. After a minute she turns around, dressed in a gray tank top and light brown shorts, to see Hanna nodding approvingly.

"I don't know who you're meant to be, but damn. You're going to be the hottest bitch at this party, that's for sure."

Emily blushes, pleased, before reaching back into her bag and pulling out a toy pistol and 'firing' it at Hanna. "I'm Lar-"

"Hey guys!" Emily is cut off by Aria's greeting. Aria, as per usual, had gone all out for her Halloween costume. Sporting a purple and black striped top hat on her head, along with similarly covered stockings and dress, she's clearly none other than the Mad Hatter.

"Woo, Em, nice legs!" calls Spencer as she enters the room.

"Shut up!" Emily pokes her tongue out at Spencer in response.

"Sansa, really?" Aria asks Spencer.

There's a steely glint in Spencer's eyes as she responds to Aria. "Excuse me, but Sansa Stark is the dark horse in the Game of Thrones, just you wait and –"

Emily isn't even listening to Spencer's spiel, because there in Hanna's doorway is Ali. And her costume is anything but a letdown. She's looking the hottest Emily has ever seen her as Madonna, circa 1984, complete with the wedding dress, crucifix, big hair and all. She's leaning against the door way, and Emily swears that her eyes sweep approvingly over her legs before reaching her face. There's an approving twinkle in her eyes, and Emily moves towards her, only half aware that there are other people in the room.

Ali barely has time to move off of the doorway before Emily meets Ali's lips with her own. Ali is just leaning forward into the kiss, when Emily hears a cough from behind her.

She turns around to see Spencer, Hanna, and Aria grinning at her, before Hanna starts to usher them out the door. "No time for P.D.A ladies, we have a party to get too."

They're halfway down Hanna's driveway when Ali takes Emily's hand in her own and leans over to whisper into her ear. "Madonna and Lara Croft. If I wasn't so modest, I'd say that's a match made in heaven."

To Hanna's slight annoyance they arrive about fifteen minutes late, but Emily isn't complaining. Entering Noel's cabin, Emily takes a moment to assess the party, which is going off even now. The makeshift dancefloor is already packed, dozens of half-drunk teenagers bobbing around to the music. There's a couple hooking up in the corner of the room even at this early stage of the party. Someone is lining up a batch of shots on the kitchen counter.

Hanna spots the shots being lined up at the same time as Emily. Her eyes light up and she grabs Emily by the elbow, pulling her towards the kitchen.

"Look, free booze. This is my type of party."

"Seriously?"

Hanna, who had actually brought a jacket, rustles in her pocket for a minute, before pulling out a flask. "Well, I brought this as well, but why use this when I can drink that?"

Shaking her head, Emily follows Hanna over to where the shots are sitting. Hanna grabs two of them and passes one to Emily, before downing her one without even waiting for Emily. Emily downs her own shot, the taste of tequila burning down her throat, when she feels someone nudge her from behind.

"Has she found out yet?" Ali asks, nodding towards Hanna.

Emily shakes her head, as Hanna tries to subtly down another shot. Emily scans the room for Spencer and Aria, hoping they'll babysit Hanna for her tonight. She curses them both when she can't see them anywhere, knowing full well that they've disappeared just for this very reason.

"Ohhhhhhhh my god I love this song!" Hanna squeals, dragging Ali and Emily towards the dancefloor. Hanna elbows a few people out of the way as she pushes her way to the middle of the dancefloor, receiving several dirty looks, and Emily apologises profusely, even though her efforts are drowned out by the music.

They successfully work their way into the centre of the crowd, and Hanna starts doing her self-proclaimed 'best' dance moves, arms and legs flailing everywhere. One of these days Emily will point out to her that these moves only seem to come out when Hanna has had a shot or two. Ali grabs Emily's hand and bops along to the music in a more measured manner, much to Emily's relief.

The music fades out, and Hanna wipes her forehead, breathless. "I need another drink," she declares, pushing her way out of the crowd once again.

Emily and Ali follow her once again, and they're back at the kitchen counter, where another lot of shots are ready and waiting, when Hanna's eyes fly wide open.

"What's she doing here?" she asks, aghast.

Emily follows her gaze to one Mona Vanderwaal, who is perhaps one of the last people that Hanna would have been expecting to show up to a party like this. Emily snorts, as Ali pats Hanna on the shoulder.

"Sorry, I forgot to mention. It's actually open invite this year," she says through laughter.

Hanna's eyes flick from Ali, to Emily, to Mona and back to Emily once more.

"You knew about this?" she asks, eyes flashing dangerously.

"We all did," Emily says. If she's going down, Spencer and Aria are going down with her.

Hanna's eyes flick down to the shots on the counter. "Right. This calls for revenge." She picks up two of the shots and passes them to Emily. "Drink up."

"What!" Emily protests. "This is just like last time."

"Of course, you owe me. Now drink." She waves the shots in front of Emily, who takes them from her reluctantly.

"Why doesn't Ali have to drink?" she asks, feeling that it's a valid question.

"Oh, she will," Hanna declares mysteriously. Ali raises an eyebrow at Hanna as Hanna continues. "So drink," she says, nodding at Emily.

Feeling nervous, Emily downs the shots, making a mental vow to make Hanna pay for this some time in the very near future.

She puts the shot glasses back down on the counter when someone wraps their arms around her waist and squeezes her, engulfing her in a hug.

"Emmm," a voice slurs in her ear, "I've been looking everywhere for you."

Recognizing the voice as Spencer's, Emily pulls away from the hug and turns around to see a very unsteady looking Spencer, and a very frazzled looking Aria.

"Sorry," Aria says, trying to hold Spencer steady. "She got into a few shots out the back – a few too many, I think – and she's been like this for ages."

"Like what, Aria Banana?" Spencer questions, her voice almost in a sing-song manner.

"See?" Aria directs towards the rest of the group. "That doesn't even rhyme."

"Who care- oops," Spencer giggles, as the contents of a red solo cup she is holding fly all over Aria. "Sorry. Em, hold this," she hands Emily the solo cup before wiping down Aria's top clumsily with her sleeve.

"I'm going to go get cleaned up," Aria says. "So look after her for me can you?"

Emily agrees, as Aria leaves, before turning around only to see Spencer and Hanna halfway through their next shots. Ali is downing her first, and by this time, Emily figures that there's no going back. She downs another shot herself. There's vodka sitting on the counter now as well, and with that raspberry drink also standing there, Emily feels it looks rather enticing. She pours herself a mix of raspberry and vodka in the solo cup, earning moans of jealousy from Hanna and Spencer, who had no solo cups for themselves.

She's downing the vodka and raspberry, reveling in the aghast faces of Hanna and Spencer, when Ali narrows her eyes at something across the room.

"What is that crazy bitch doing here?" she scowls. Emily turns around to see someone looking very much like one Cece Drake on the other side of the room, decked out as a very attractive Bond girl who's name escapes Emily right now.

"I'll have to talk to her," Ali says, moving towards Cece. "Why she would come here after –"

The rest of Ali's sentence is drowned out by the music. And after that, the rest of the party is honestly a bit blurry for Emily. She has another shot with Hanna and Spencer, before she has some concoction handed to her by Hanna that tastes like nothing but the promise of a hangover tomorrow morning. She remembers somebody's shoe flying off in the middle of the dancefloor and missing Hanna by about two inches, who was happily oblivious to the entire incident. She remembers Spencer signing a random guy's chest in blue sharpie, something which should have confused her but which seemed perfectly acceptable at the time. She remembers Hanna doing an "extreme" version of her infamous dance and knocking somebody's drink flying up into the air and cascading down on half the people on the floor. She remembers Aria nearly slipping over on the mess left by this incident, and then everyone pretending that they had no idea who the culprit was.

She's leaning against the kitchen counter, trying to get her vision straight for long enough to decide whether to have another shot or not, when Ali sidles up next to her and throws an arm around her shoulders.

"How are you going?" Ali asks, moving a piece of Emily's hair away from her eyes.

"I'm great," Emily slurs. "Never better."

"Right," Ali says sceptically. "This party is getting boring. How about we go back to my house?"

"Sure," Emily agrees immediately. Sure, she could spend a while longer at the party. But one on one time with Ali at her own house seems far more enticing.

Ali takes her by the hand and leads her out the door. Emily shivers, the cool October air a drastic change from the sweaty cabin.

"Here, take this," says Ali, handing her a jacket that Emily hadn't even noticed she'd been carrying. "It's Hanna's. I found it lying on the floor before. I don't think she'll mind." Emily laughs, accepting the jacket gratefully.

"I know I said it before, but Cece really is a crazy bitch," Ali says as they walk up the road. "You remember when we were outside the barn and I left because I heard that noise from the bush?"

The memory is hazy in Emily's current state, but it does sound familiar. She nods.

"Well that was Cece," Ali continues. "See what I mean?"

"Doesn't she use front doors?" Emily asks, laughing.

"At my house? Not a good idea." Ali laughs bitterly.

A few minutes later, they've arrived at Ali's house.. "My parents aren't home," Ali says as she fiddles with the key to the front door. "So we won't have to deal with them."

She opens the door and Emily follows her upstairs, realising in her drunken state that she'll be seeing Ali's room for the first time.

And even with her somewhat blurry vision, it's easy to see that Ali loves photography. Her room is covered in photos from all sorts of places around the world, but mostly seeming to focus on Paris. Ali gestures for her to sit down on the bed, as she grabs her laptop off of her desk and sits down next to Emily.

"We never did get to watch Mean Girls," she says. "So I figured we could watch it now?"

Emily answers her with a kiss. "Of course."

Ali smiles, before inserting the DVD and clicking play. Emily leans down and rests her head in Ali's lap, as Ali runs her hands softly through Emily's hair.

"Sorry about ditching you," Ali says quietly. "I just had -"

"'s alright," Emily smiles up at her. "Hey. How come you're not even drunk?"

Ali snorts quietly. "Hanna forgot about me after you guys went to the dancefloor. Thank god too. You're all going to have huge hangovers tomorrow."

"Great," Emily moans.

They're about halfway through the movie when there's the sound of glass shattering. Emily sits up straight, as Ali runs to look out the window. Not seeing anything, she heads down stairs instead, Emily in tow.

Emily nearly crashes into Ali at the bottom of the stairs. Ali turns to face her, her mouth open and eyes wide with shock, before Emily looks at the scene in front of her. What she sees makes her feel sick to the bottom of her stomach. The window in the front of the room has been smashed, and glass is strewn everywhere around the room, with the curtains flying around almost ominously in the wind. And right there on the wall, in red writing, is a seemingly simple message: DON'T FORGET.