Hey! This is a random idea that popped into my mind... Just trying it out here. Enjoy!

August 31, 2011 - 11:58 P.M.

"I'm coming home. -A," the four girls read simultaneously. Cell phones clutched in their hands, their faces pale with shocked fear.

All of a sudden Spencer Hastings bursts out giggling hysterically. Her thin figure is bent over in laughter as she lets out the tension she had been carrying around for days. Aria Montgomery's voice is breathless as she, too, joins in the chiming laughter. The black night sky is soon ringing with three girls' tinkling laughter. It fills the empty night sky with meaning as they laugh in the face of the situation.

However, Emily Fields, the last of the four, scowls at the text message. Her mind is racing with thoughts. Who is messing with them?

The girls were walking home from a bonfire at a friend's house; Caleb Rivers, the popular Hanna Marin's boyfriend. Hanna is a close friend of the three girls, and decided to walk home with them after bidding her boyfriend goodnight. So there they were when their phones beeped, one after another. Aria's phone strumming, Spencer's beeping, Emily's honking and Hanna's singing. It sent shivers up their backs, for it was eerily familiar.

The second Spencer catches her breath in her bent-over form, she gasps, "Em, it's fake. We know that now." Her voice is sympathetic and caring as she bluntly states the truth.

The air is crisp and cool, and Emily shivers, but not because of that. She wonders, "What if it really is Alison?"

"But it's not, okay? Em, we caught the A culprit. This has to be someone just messing with us. Listen, it's been all over the news the past few weeks. With Mona's trial for killing Ali, the news has been filming us non-stop. They found out about A; they were bound to sooner or later. Now that Mona has been on the stand, we know that A can't be Alison. Mona admitted to being A," Aria gently tells her friend. She looks into Em's wide brown eyes and says, "It's a joke, Em."

Hanna Marin joins in, "Yeah, Em. Don't take it literally. It's just someone messing with us."

"But what if it's not?" Emily ponders. Her voice is urgent and curious. Her chocolate eyes pierce the other girls' as she searches their faces for any signs of support. None is revealed. She continues, "What if it's Alison? Mona never confessed to killing her; she could still be alive."

"But the autopsy report-" Spencer interrupts.

"-Could be fake," Emily argues. She puts her hands on her hips, her eyes narrowed with determination. She defends, "There is no real proof that she's dead. The cops couldn't tell by sight if it was her or not, and those tests they ran could be altered or mistaken. There is no real evidence."

Aria steps in and puts a caring hand on Emily's arm, "There's no use arguing about it. Come on, Emily. Let's go."

Em shrugs off Aria's hand and walks ahead of the others, not stopping to wait for them.

Silence suffocates the girls as they walk the last few blocks to Spencer's house. They stop at the end of the driveway, hugging their thin jackets to their bodies as they stand in the freezing nighttime air. Spencer turns to stare at each of the girls. Her face is half-concealed in the dark of the night, but the moonlight shines across it, illuminating her fear.

"Do you think you girls could stay the night? I don't want to be alone; my parents are in Florida, and Melissa's staying at her new apartment," Spencer admits.

Hanna's blond head of hair bobs up and down as she chirps, "Of course."

As soon as Hanna speaks, Aria nods her consent and pulls out her phone to text her mom. Her fingers fly across the tiny lit keyboard as she alerted Ella Montgomery that she would be staying at Spencer's for the night.

Hanna and Spencer look to Emily, who shifts from one leg to the other uneasily. Her face shows her stubborn sadness, but after a little persuading, the others are able to get her to agree. The four girls' heels click all the way up the long driveway and into the white mansion.

Lights brighten the house, lighting it like a candle flame. Shadows dance across the room and the girls all pile up the creaky stairs. Soon they're in Spencer's organized room, lounging across her bright red chair and her queen sized bed.

"What a great night," Hanna sighs happily. She climbs up on Spencer's mountain of a bed and stretches out, yawning with exhaustion.

"Hey!" Spencer complains, hopping up, too. She looks around the room at the girls, scattered and tired. Declaring, "Movie night! So will it be The Notebook, Gone With The Wind, Akeelah And The Bee, or The Blind Side?"

Aria's dark brown head perks up and she shrieks excitedly, "The Notebook!"

"Well said," Hanna agrees, and they reach across the space between each other to give high-fives.

"Em?" Spencer hesitantly asks.

"Whatever," Em murmurs indifferently.

Her black hair sweeps across her face, concealing most of it from view. Her arms are wrapped around her legs, and she clutches them as if holding pieces of herself together. Her dark eyelashes flutter, and Spencer notices a trail of wetness traveling down her cheek. Emily's eyes suddenly open wide, staring right into Spencer's, unashamed. Self-consciously, Emily reaches up a shaky hand and smears the evidence of sadness across her cheek, wiping it away.

Popping the DVD into the player, Spencer turns off the lights and climbs back up onto her bed as the opening credits roll out onto the screen. Two scenes into it, Hanna's eyes are drooping and Emily is already asleep. On screen, the character Allie laughs, her voice chiming through the speakers of the TV. Emily stirs, rolling over and making a pained face in her sleep.

Not long after, Aria and Spencer quietly doze off. Soon, all four girls rest peacefully.

The crickets sing outside Spencer's open window as they rest fitfully after such a long and worrisome night.

Sweet dreams, darlings.

September 1, 2011 - 9:43 A.M.

The birds chirp in the cool morning breeze. Their voices mix and mingle, creating a sort of song. Spencer opens her eyes groggily and stretches, yawning loudly. Relaxing back into the inviting bed, she closes her eyes once again to become lost in the world of dreams.

Not long after, Emily awakens. Being the caring girl she is, she throws on Spencer's robe, knowing she won't mind, and runs downstairs to grab the paper for the girls, although mainly for Spencer. Although she disliked what Spencer suggested last night, she could never hate Spencer. And so she figures that the paper, which is something Spencer loves to read, would cheer her up and make her forgiven.

Emily's feet pad across the shining hardwood floors as she crosses the living room, through the kitchen and to the laundry room to retrieve her shoes. Exiting out the back door, she walks around the side of the house to the driveway. She watches her high-heeled shoes clatter across the concrete driveway. In the still morning light, they make an awful lot of racquet.

As she nears the end of the driveway, she lifts her head and looks to her left as she picks up the paper. It must be her ears playing tricks on her; only a minute ago she thought she heard the soft padding of another pair of feet.

Grabbing the plastic bag containing the news, Em starts the journey back up the long driveway when she suddenly stops in her tracks.

In a heart-stopping second, a hand clamps down on Em's shoulder. Before she knows it, she lets out a piercing scream and another hand comes from behind to cover the girl's mouth. Her heart pounds furiously inside her tiny chest, and her eyelashes are fluttering up a windstorm. Her mind is racing, but blank all the same. It's as if she suddenly forgot how to move, how to act.

Once again, she lets out another shriek, only for it to be muffled by the hand suffocating her.

"Shhh," A voice whispers urgently in her ear.

Emily's eyes widen in recognition and her struggles become nonexistent as she realizes who it is. The freshly manicured fingers gripping her mouth loosen. Emily stays put in fear that she was wrong. Biting her lip, she listens to the even breathing of the person standing behind her; breathing that she hadn't heard in so terribly long.

Ever so slowly, Emily turns around. At first she keeps her eyes downcast, afraid of disappointment. When shoes appear on the pale concrete, Em's heart races and she can hardly hold in her enthusiasm. Her excited eyes spring upward.

A pale heart-shaped face, long wavy blond hair, and two sapphire blue eyes stare right back at her. All of a sudden, Emily squeals happily, and her face radiates her incredible joy.

"Alison!"