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Stuck in an elevator.

Chapter 1

Aria Montgomery, 21 years old, was walking the couple blocks left to arrive at Spencer Hastings' apartment building. She had moved to New York 8 months ago to finish her second year of college at NYU. She had always wanted to live in the city, so her and her now ex-boyfriend, Ezra Fitz, had planned to move there right after she finished college. Her plans were crushed a little more than a year ago after their horrible break-up. Subsequently to the dramatic events, she decided she had enough of Rosewood and wanted to live elsewhere. It also tore her apart to have to walk by the places where she had met her one true love, and lost it. A strong gust of wind blew and made her shiver. Today was a rainy September day. She walked hurriedly down the sidewalks, pulling her hood on, as she thought of last night's events:

Aria's POV

After a day of back-to-school shopping, I finally arrived home, exhausted. I unlocked the door, walked in and dropped my bags on the floor. I got my phone out of the back pocket of my dark-washed jeans and went to lie on my couch. Two missed calls and 4 unread text messages. I slid my finger across the bottom of the screen and looked up my texts: Hey Ar, thought we could hang out tonight! Wanna crash at my place!? –Spence

3 other similar messages appeared as well. I listened to my voicemail and wasn't surprised to find Spencer's worried voice booming in my ears. I sighed and leaned my head back against the arm rest. Truth was I wasn't really into it today. I chose to make my BTS shopping so late to keep my mind occupied on this dreadful day. For the last 3 years I would've jumped of joy to wake up today and celebrate.

Today was actually September 1st. The day I came back from Iceland to find myself sitting in a bar and looking into these beautiful bright blue eyes that I thought until recently were my future. Unfortunately, those breath-taking blue eyes had walked out of my life, leaving me standing alone in the living room of apartment 3B, tears streaming down my face. And the worst part was that all of this was actually partly my fault. Not a day had gone by that I haven't thought about him. His face, his touch, his everything. The only thought of him made me tear up at times. By now, I was in full-blown tears, curled up in a ball on my couch. After a few minutes, I heard the shrill ring of my phone resting on the coffee table. I looked up the caller I.D and saw it was Spencer. At this point I didn't care if she noticed how broken I was. We were best friends and she had always been there for me, no matter what. I pressed the answer icon and the line came up:

"Hey you! I've been trying to reach you all day! How are you?" she asked in a cool tone.

"Ba-aa-aad" I sniffled through the speaker.

"Oh honey, I feel like giving you the biggest hug ever."

"It's been a year, Spence. Just a few weeks ago, it's been a YEAR!" I broke down again.

"Ush, sweetheart. I'm coming to your place in a minute, no matter what you say. With the biggest horror movie selection on the planet, so be ready!"

I chuckled lightly and added: "Don't forget the ice-cream."

"Never." She said. "I'll be there before you know it. Don't hang up okay, I'll talk to you on the way."

I smiled a huge smile. She always knew what to say or what to do to cheer me up. She was truly the best friend you could ever have. As promised, she arrived not long after the phone call, as our apartment buildings were ridiculously close to one another. She immediately wrapped me in a tight hug as I cried on her shoulder for a while. We spent the remainder of the night cooking our infamous General Tao chicken, watching horror movies and talking. I showed her some of my purchases and we decided on my first-day-of-school outfit for my third year of college. Lots of ice cream was eaten as we painted our nails and went to bed. She and I curled up in my queen-sized bed. I lied flat on my back for several hours, thinking and crying. Wishing things had turned out otherwise. Spencer woke up once in the middle of the night, due to my cries. I apologized and turned away. She didn't make a big deal about it, probably giving me my space. That's usually how I dealt with the pain, crying it out alone, if I had to be. Then a thought occurred to me: he had always been there to catch my tears in the last years. Always. And I missed his arms more than anything else in the world at the moment. This thought only worsened my cries and I tried to muffle them in my pillow. I think it worked, seeing as Spencer made no move to comfort me. She must have fallen back in a deep slumber.

I didn't get much sleep that night. Too many thoughts were circling through my head to allow me to sleep. I woke up to the smell of freshly brewed coffee. Spencer must be awake, I told myself, as I threw my legs over the side of my bed and got up. I found her sitting on a stool behind the island in the kitchen, reading the newspaper. She looked up as she saw me coming into the room:

"God Ar, did you get any sleep at all?" she questioned me, looking at the dark purple bags under my eyes.

"Not much, actually. I never in my craziest dreams hoped I would get some sleep last night. Mission accomplished!" I replied as I threw my hands up in the air in a cheering way.

"Stop being so sarcastic, would you?"

"Now, now. Look who's talking!" I answered with a smirk.

"Ugh! You know what I mean!" she shot back in an exasperated tone. "Actually, I don't…" I said in a playful voice as I poured myself a cup of coffee.

She looked me straight in the eyes and answered: "Stop down playing your pain with sarcasm and reach for help when you need it."

I stayed quiet for a moment. "Wow. You're pretty intense for a Sunday morning without the strongest coffee on earth!"

"Aria. I'm serious. Very serious. It's been a year, and you need to talk about it."

"I'll be fine, I said in a dismissed tone, I just need more time to process it all."

"Whatever you say. But don't think I won't be pushing you soon. Keeping it bottled up inside isn't good for you."

"FINE! I'll talk about it. Someday…" I finished, ending the conversation. Spencer held my gaze for a couple more seconds and sighed in defeat, knowing how stubborn I was. After a few minutes she asked: "Pancakes?"

After a homemade breakfast, she made her way back to her apartment, making me promise to join her later today. I hugged her tight and promised her I would come by. I closed the door behind her and leaned my back against it. I slowly sank to the floor, resting my elbows on my knees and letting my hands support my head. I loved to make myself believe I was over him. Of course I wasn't. You can't just get over the love of your life! After a whole year, how was I supposed to put myself together?

I was taken out of my thoughts as I heard the elevator *ding* signaling that one of them was ready to go up. Right before I walked in, Spencer texted me: Are you coming or what!? :p.

I wrote a quick reply and stepped in. I pushed the number 7, the button to Spence's floor. Just before the doors closed, somebody walked in hurriedly. I was still scrolling through my phone, so I didn't see the person beside me. He pushed a different number. Number 3. I thought nothing of it. I should have.

Ezra Fitz, 27 years old, was walking down the cold streets of New York City toward his apartment building. He had moved to the city a year ago, accepting a job offer in a private high school. The offer had come up prior to his decision to move. After a very tough break up with his now ex-girlfriend Aria Montgomery, he accepted the job immediately. Staying in his old apartment in Rosewood was just too overwhelming for him, all of a sudden. Too many memories of their wonderful relationship were held in that special place, and it slapped him hard in the face every time he walked in. A week after their final confrontation, he had packed up and moved into the apartment the school had included in the offer.

A strong gust of wind blew, and he jammed his hands in the pockets of his coat.

Ezra's POV

I sat on my couch, staring at the calendar before me. Today was September 1st. I could never escape that date, no matter how badly I wanted too. The pain I felt now was nothing I had ever felt before. I missed her so badly, I'm surprised I haven't gone crazy by now. A knock on the door interrupted my train of thoughts. I looked at my watch: 6:30pm. Who would come to knock at my door at this hour? I had always secretly hoped SHE would come by one day. But then again, we broke up, I moved away, and I never was able to reach her again. The chances were slimmed to none.

I opened the door to reveal a very eager Hardy standing on the other side. He knew what this day meant to me. He was always supportive of our relationship, though not at first.

"Bring your coat and your wallet, we're going out dude!" he exclaimed.

"I don't think so, DUDE. I'm not really in the mood tonight."

"Oh, you stop with those lame-ass excuses and get out the door already. Drinking alone in your apartment isn't going to fix things!" he immediately shot back. I evaluated my chances to convince him not to go and came up blank. He was kinda right. I reluctantly grabbed my coat, keys and wallet before walking out and locking my door. Tonight was going to be interesting.

I woke up with one of the most major headaches in my life. I groaned before turning on my side. Before I knew it, I paid the floor a visit. My body banged loudly against the wood and I cursed.

"Well hello there…" I heard Hardy call from beside me.

"Go away jerk!" I groaned.

"You might want to take something for that headache man; at this rate you won't be able to take your ass off of my floor. Or walk for the next fifteen years."

"Oh shut up! This was your idea, for a starter."

"Dude, you are getting old. Besides, the results would've been the same if I hadn't been there, other than you would be lying in your bed."

"Just give me those stupid pain killers and stop talking please. And make coffee."

"Of course, you're so welcome, Sir!" I let out an exasperated sigh as I pushed myself up slowly from the floor and swallowed the pills placed on the coffee table.

After breakfast and a few hours of doing nothing, the headache started to slowly wear off. Someone knocked on the door and Hardy got up to answer. I made my way to the door and grabbed my things. A blond girl with blue eyes had just come in.

"I think that's my cue to leave. Thank you for last night, and for the coffee. No, actually… just thank you for the coffee!" I called from behind my shoulder as I exited the apartment.

I walked the couple blocks to the subway and got in the station. After a half-hour long ride, I got out to the station nearest to my building and breathed in the fresh air. I opened the door of my building and rushed as I saw an open elevator. I arrived just in time to catch it. A small woman with a hood on was standing inside, her attention directed towards her phone. I wasn't much of an elevator kind of guy. I preferred the steps, but I really didn't feel like it today. I pressed my floor level as the door closed. After a few seconds, the small woman pulled down her hood and revealed a long waterfall of loosely curled chestnut hair. She turned towards me and I took a step back. I would've known those eyes anywhere.

"Aria?!"

"Ezra?!"

We both breathed at the same time.

How on earth was this happening? After a year without communication, she was there, about 5 feet away from me.

We stared at each other intently for a while, Suddenly, the elevator stopped, but the doors did not open.

"What's going on?" she whispered once, and a few seconds later, she turned towards me and almost screamed "What THE HELL is going on!?"

I pushed on some buttons but nothing happened. I turned to meet her terrorized gaze: "I think we're stuck…"

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