+ littlemiss--hastings

Walking into The Brew, Aria beelined for the counter, ordering the largest chai they had. Honestly, it had been one of the things she’d missed most during her time in Iceland, which was probably a little sad but Aria wasn’t sure she cared. Taking her cup from the counter, Aria turned to head to an empty table when she spotted a familiar brunette in the corner. Freezing for a moment, Aria eventually forced herself to lazily stroll over and sit next to the the girl who used to be one of her closest friends. 

“Come in for your daily IV of caffeine, Spence?”

It’d been so long since Aria had seen any of the girls, but if there was one thing that would never change, it was Spencer’s addiction to coffee. A soft smile spread across her features once she’d gotten Spencer’s attention.

“How are you?”

+ queenxob

Going back to Rosewood after being in Iceland for a year was something of a let down. A really, really big let down. Going from big cities where no one gave a damn what you did or who you did it with to a small town where everyone thought they knew everything about you wasn’t something Aria had been looking forward to. The first week back in Rosewood had been hell to say the least. Mike had settled in much, much better than Aria had. The stares and whispers in the halls and classrooms were overwhelming, especially after they’d found Ali’s remains. 

Which is why Aria had jumped at her parents offer to take her to New York. It was the prefect chance to run away from all of the pointed fingers and whispered rumors. Nothing like a little retail therapy to calm her nerves and relieve the stresses of being back in Rosewood.

Of course, Aria would have rather been in a thirft store, but Ella had insisted on at least looking in the designer shops. So, sucking up her pride, Aria followed her mother into Barney’s and had to stop herself from turning around and walking out. Instead, she shuffled over to a rack of scarves and pretending to look interested in them until someone nearly knocked her over. 

Frowning, Aria grumbled softly, “Excuse you…” Sighing, she shook her head and went back to her scarves.