AN: Hi! This is my first long Spemily story. I just have a few words for you guys before you spend your time reading this.

English is not my first language so I might make a lot of mistakes while writing this. If there are spelling mistakes, grammar mistakes or other mistakes that hurt your eyes, you can tell me. I'll try to fix them. The mistakes. Not your eyes. I mean... Never mind.

If you're here, it means you love Spemily. I love you for that. Thank you for taking your time on my story. I hope this story got better for you.

Pretty Little Liar is not mine. If it's mine, you'll know. (Full of Spemily of course)

December. It was that time of the year when Veronica Hastings visited her daughter. The sound of it made everyone think that this was a normal mother – daughter thing like other families. It wasn't. Because her daughter, well one of her daughter, was Spencer Hastings. She was a writer. The best of writers if you ask. She made it to the best seller writer of the year. Actually, she got that 5 times in a row. Her best book "Loving you is my mission" melted thousands hearts, touched millions souls and well, earned a lot of money.

Amazing huh? Wait for it. What was your first thought when you heard someone was a writer? Let's me guess, messy hair, black eyes, big glasses, things like that, right? Then you must be surprised if you saw, well if you had a chance to see Spencer Hastings. I didn't even know how to put words to her beauty. There was something classic, something elegant, something mysterious yet intoxicating. My favorite part of her face was her eyes. Don't look into them too long, you might get lost. That light brown eyes could make you bow down in front of her before she even asked you to do it.

Despite how amazing her daughter was, Veronica only concerns about one thing – her daughter's marriage. That was normal though. Every mother wanted their daughter to be happy, to spend the rest of their life with someone who treasured them. Besides, our incredible writer was twenty nine. She was almost thirty and in the Hastings tradition, you was not allowed to get married late. They actually had a book which had all the rules in it.

- Mom, for the last time, I'm not gonna marry Andrew Campbell. - Spencer put her face in her palm, lazily spoke out loud.

- Why not? You're friends since forever, you know everything about him. What's your problem? – Veronica was losing her patience. This was like the fiftieth times they had this conversation and Spencer still didn't take her idea.

- That's the problem, don't you see it mom? I know him too well to marry him. I love him but as a friend. How can I marry someone I'm not in love with? – Classic stubborn Spencer.

- Okay I don't care. You're almost thirty now. You don't have much time left. In the next two months you have to get married or I will… I will… - What, Veronica?

- You will what? – Spencer smirked, she won this time.

- You… - Veronica gave her daughter a glare before stormed out of Spencer's villa.

Spencer knew she has to marry. Soon. Melissa – her perfect sister had already had a family with a little son and Ian. How could she could even win in this? This was life. It was not just an A plus test or a high position job that you could easily get, well easily for the Hastings. Every time there was a family meeting, Melissa had her chances to ramble about her perfect son, perfect husband, perfect life. The Hastings adored her.

Yes, Spencer Hastings needed to get married.

December. It was that time of the year when Emily's coffee shop had a hard time to find customers. Apparently, they had gone on holiday to visit their families. A small coffee shop which lived by tourist's money had to wait until the weather got warmer. By now, the shop worked slowly to serve neighbors, friends, acquaintances… of the owner.

Emily Fields – the owner of this coffee shop. This "Be my forever" coffee shop. Well, from the way she named it, you could tell she loved romance. She also loved books. Not any kind of book, Spencer Hastings's books. She wished she could write something like hers one day. Yes, she was a big fan. Let's say she was one of the reason Spencer became best seller writer of the year. She had every book of Spencer. She kept it like her life. Her biggest dream was having "Loving you is my mission" signed by Spencer Hastings.

That was a simple dream for anyone though. But for Emily, it was a bit harder to get. She was twenty seven. An age that at some point you had got something in your life that you satisfied with. An age that you had found someone special to dream about the future. An age, well, an age you didn't have to work really really hard to pay for the debt that your "I'm sorry I put your name on the contract" ex had gave you five years ago. The only thing she had now was this coffee shop. Well this "barely has customers" coffee shop. But she loved this place anyway. This had been her first dream since she was in high school. And she got it.

The lack of money sometimes had a good side though. People loved her for who she really was. She was smart, nice, sweet, modest, truthful and innocent. When someone said you have a nice personality, they maybe avoiding talking about your look. But trust me, Emily Fields was God's favorite. The beauty she had was out of this world. You know. That one person that could be goofy and attractive at the same time. That one person that even though they stepped on your foot by accident you were still the one who apologized. That one person who looked strong but you felt the need to protect them anyway. Yes, she got the look of that person. My favorite part of her face was her eyes. You wanted to look at them forever, to know how deeper they could get than the sea. That dark brown eyes could make you come right over there and embrace the owner before she even asked you to do it.

God loved her. He or she gave her everything and took just one thing from her. Money.

The deadline for payment of the debt was Monday and she still needed money, well a lot of money to reach the big number in that contract. She hadn't seen any number that big in her entire life. It was Saturday. She was hopeless. She couldn't lose this place. This place was everything she had.

She needed money.

Today is a new day. This was actually new because for the first time in five years, Spencer Hastings wanted to go outside to get fresh air. Don't get this wrong. She did go outside for events, books signs, interviews… But after everything, she went home. She didn't like talking to people. It wasted her time and her mind. That was the reason why she didn't have friends. Actually, she had one – Aria but we will talk about her later. Now, speaking of fresh air, not that fresh air around her place but fresh air in that small town near where she lived. She just felt the need to wander around and watch people interact. Lied. Living alone in this villa must be lonely sometimes Spencer. It was okay to admit it.

So she took her car and drove for a while before she knew it had been a long time since her car last taking gas.

Ugh. That's why I hate going out.

Looking for the phone to call someone for help, Spencer found another reason to hate going out. Her phone was at home. More like miss "I don't want anyone to disturb me"'s phone was at home.

Now she was stuck in middle of nowhere. Wait. She knew this road. If she walked for fifteen minutes she would reach a coffee shop which she could use a phone call.

Walking. Walking. Walking. The writer wasn't a fan of "moving activities". Plus, with the weather like this, she had already signed a contract of not leaving house anymore.

Finally, she reached the coffee's shop door. Steadied her breath and straightened her clothes. Spencer read:

- "Be my forever". Such a stupid name. I hate romance.

Ouch, a romantic book's writer hated romance. How ironic.

Anyway, she stepped into the shop. Nobody was there. Nobody. The coffee of this shop must be terrible or something. There was just one person who was sitting in the table that near the window reading "Loving you is my mission".

Please don't be another crazy fan, I can't call anyone right now.

Regain her gesture, Spencer knocked on the counter surface.

The girl looked up. More particular, Emily looked up. Their eyes met.

Was it just me or the world seemed to stop for a moment? Just me? Okay I'll shut up now.

She closed the book, stood up. Never broke eyes contact with Spencer, the owner slowly approached our writer. Her lips twisted into a formal smile.

- May I help you?

Don't be surprised. Emily might be a big fan but she was risen well. One, she knew what first impression was. Two, she had read the news about Spencer Hastings's problem with a crazy fan before. Spencer hated crazy fan. The last thing Emily wanted was making Spencer Hastings hated her. No. Not today. Not before "Loving you is my mission" was signed.

Conceal, don't feel. Don't let it show Emily.

Oh, a Frozen fan.

- Can I use your phone to call someone? My car is out of gas and I left my phone at home. – Spencer gently spoke about her problem, relieved that this girl was not a crazy fan. Plus, she got brown eyes. Dark ones.

Emily froze.

You look even more gorgeous in real life. And that voice is the most attractive voice I've ever heard.

- Hello?! Are you still there? – Spencer asked, starting to get annoyed by the familiar reaction.

- Ye… Yes. Of course you can use my phone but it's freezing outside. I think it would take a little longer for any help. Would you like to have a drink? – Emily tried her best to act normal as she handed the phone to Spencer, praising herself for coming up with the drinking idea that might keep Spencer here for a moment.

- Yeah, I guess so. Americano please and thanks! – Spencer replied, made a quick phone call and found a table in the corner.

Her manager – Toby said that he needed at least thirty minutes to reach her. Let's hope that she had a peaceful time while waiting. Emily came after a few minutes and left quickly before placing a cup of Americano on Spencer's table.

This coffee shop was nice though. It was small but gave you a cozy feeling that made you miss home. This place also gave you that familiar coffee smell even though you sure this was the first time you walked into the shop. The owner definitely had good taste of music. "The day you went away" was playing in the background. Old but gold. It had been a long time since Spencer felt this peaceful. She enjoyed the music, the atmosphere and the coffee. Clearly this was the best Americano Spencer had ever had in her life. Just like the owner had known her for years. She put just a little bit of sugar in this. Spencer loved it. Bitter.

After a good fifteen minutes, worrying Spencer would have left soon, Emily came up with the book on her left hand. Uncontrollably, she asked:

- Hey um… Can I have your photograph on this book? You know, I'm your big fan and having this book signed by you is my biggest dream. I can't believe I finally have a chance to meet you in person. You're amazing. You inspire me. I wish I can write like you. I love every single book you wrote. I actually have a collection of you and your books. The way you write let me know you're a very romantic person. And…

Spencer rolled her eyes as Emily kept rambling about her obsession for her. Having an unfortunately morning made Spencer a little more anxious than usual. Then her peaceful time was interrupted by another crazy fan. She spoke cockily:

- Yeah yeah yeah. I'm awesome I know. Give me that fucking book so we can get this done already.

- Excuse me? – Emily spoke after a moment full of awkward silent, the dark brown eyes girl was surprised by what the writer had said. Apparently, she didn't expect to see Spencer's cockiness or to hear Spencer's curse.

The confused look on Emily's face let Spencer knew that she shouldn't have said those words. But she refused to take back what she said. Instead, she continued:

- Don't tell me you know who I am for what I write because you don't and you never will. I hate romance and people who live their life in it. Okay?

Loud and clear. Emily knew she wasn't hearing things. Spencer really said that. Hurt, angry, confused. The feeling of your dream was shattered by the person who inspired it was unbearable. Hating romance was okay, nobody liked everything. But hating people who like it was unacceptable. Who gave her the right to judge other with the way they lived?

- What about people who live in romance? They can choose the way they live. Besides, you wrote these things. I bet you have to live in it to feel it too. What's wrong with you? – Her voice was shaking. It took Emily a full five minute to come up with those sentences. She really didn't know what to say.

- Oh please. Don't you have better things to do? Holding a romantic book all day and dreaming about your happy ending, about your prince charming will come to recuse you some day. What a waste of time! Let me tell you one thing: Life is not like that. Life is more of a horror movie. You will never know what would come tomorrow and who really is your friend and not just using you for their own good. Yes, I live in romance. But unlike you, I live in it on purpose. I actually make money out of it. People are always thinking I am a romantic person but believe me, there is no romance in this world. What you've read is something in dreamland that probably will never happen in your life.

Her anger about life took over her tongue. She was surprised herself though. She didn't expect to put everything on a person she just met. Feeling a little guilty because that person was pretty nice and also a fan of her book, Spencer stood up and about to walk out of the store but Emily's hand stopped her.

- Where are you going? I'm not done with you.

Emily was still not sure what she was going to say next but she knew she had to teach that girl a lesson. Nobody was allowed to smash up her dream and walk away like that. As she was about to talk, three muscle men walked into the shop.

- Emily Fields, I believe you have something of us – The man in the middle said cockily.

- No, today's Sunday. The deadline is Monday. I need time to fill enough money, please! – Emily immediately released Spencer's arm, turned full attention to the men, begging and trying hard to cover her shaking voice.

They put Spencer as side and approached Emily with a smirk on their faces. Emily went backward step by step until her back hit the wall.

- You know, if you don't have money, we can discuss the other payment – the second man spoke again, raising one hand to touch Emily's face.

- Get away from me. I can pay enough money by tomorrow. – Emily put that hand away with a disgust look.

- I don't think you can dear. Just one night with three of us and everything will be fine. We don't want to lose an opportunity with such a pretty face like this – the last man spoke as he pinned Emily's arms on the wall.

Spencer tried to think what she should do. Yes, she didn't like romantic people or people who think she was the romantic one. Yes, Emily was both that kind of people. But she also didn't like people who took advantages of other and Emily clearly didn't deserve all of this. Nobody deserved all of this. As the man was about to place his mouth on Emily's lips, Spencer yelled:

- Let her go. How much money dose she own you? I will pay.

Emily's eyes widened. She thought Spencer had left long ago. Even though she was still mad at her but she was glad that Spencer had stopped what was about to happen. May be owning money from Spencer would be less dangerous than owning from these men. Yes, may be that.

The men looked at each other. They got a better idea. One of them approached Spencer while the other two was still pinning Emily's hands over her head.

- Why don't you join us? This will be fun. I can promise that.

Spencer knew what he meant. Waiting for him to come closer, Spencer kicked him between his legs and grabbed the baseball stick near her. The other two men released Emily hands and ran toward Spencer. The writer hit one of them on the head. He joined the first man and laid on the floor, kept his hands on his head while yelling the other guy to attack Spencer. The third man grabbed her shoulder and pulled Spencer back. She dropped the baseball stick and couldn't fight back in this position. After processing everything, Emily ran over the man and Spencer. She bit his hand which made him let go of Spencer. Emily helped Spencer shoved his head against the counter.

Sorry, that must be hurt.

You don't need a hint to know who thought that right?

Emily froze in her spot. Spencer grabbed her hand and run out of the store. Luckily, her manager had just arrived. Spencer asked him to drive away right after they got in the car.

The driving was quiet. Too quiet. The light brown eyes girl was deep in thought, facing the window car. Toby didn't ask a thing. He knew Spencer too well. One of the important rule is never asking or interrupting the writer's thinking time. Emily was waiting for Spencer or the driver to say anything but no one started. She decided to break the silent.

- Thanks, I know you don't have…

Spencer raised a hand to stop her, turning to face the coffee shop owner with a serious look on her face.

- You have to marry me.

AN: Tell me what you think?