The Sixth Doll~ Pretty Little Liars

Careful What U Wish 4

"Mm-hmm," Spencer said quickly, waiting for Ian to turn away again.

"Thanks, I'm still into swimming," Emily responded.

"Well, you wouldn't be if you saw what they skimmed out of that pool every week," Ian joked as he looked at Spencer, who had just quickly shut the laptop. She now had an exasperated look on her face. "What's up? Did I walk into the middle of a chick flick?" They others were speechless. Isabel opened her mouth, and the shut it again. "Okay, I get it-- no guys allowed." He put his hands up in fake surrender, and left.

"God, that was close," Aria sighed. "Spence, how can you even sleep here, knowing that he's living in your backyard?"

"We have to give that tape to the police...Tonight," Emily said urgently.

"And when they ask us where we got it?" Spencer argued. Isabel opened her mouth to answer yet again, but Ian walked back in, and she shut it.

"Forgot the salt."

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"Okay, does this look even?" Aria asked. She, Isabel, and Emily were trying to hang a banner for the school's dance-a-thon. Hanna wasn't paying them any attention. "Earth to Hanna." She walked up to her.

"Sorry, what?" Hanna blinked, looking up. She saw Isabel and Emily holding up the banner. "Oh, uh, yeah, it's fine."

"Okay, remind me, how come you're the chair of the decorating committee, and we're the ones decorating?" Isabel scoffed, taping it in place.

"I can't climb up there," Hanna argued. "I'm saving my one good leg for tomorrow night." Isabel muttered under her breath as she taped another corner.

"Hanna, the printer guy needs to be paid," she heard Sean say to Hanna. "Did you order six Baracks and no Michelles?"

"Are you kidding? Tell him no Michelles, no money," Hanna huffed.

"Uh, maybe you should tell him," Sean muttered. "He says this is what you ordered."

"I'll be right back," Hanna sighed to the others, walking off. "Oh, and it's a little low on the left."

"Can we just break her other leg?" Isabel snapped, ripping the tape off on her side.

"Hey, are we still doing this at lunch?" Spencer asked, walking in. She held onto the strap of her book bag tightly.

"If by 'this', you mean taking your laptop to the police, then, yes, we are," Emily nodded.

"But no one called over there, right? They don't know that we're coming?" Spencer panicked.

"What's with the cold feet?" Aria frowned.

"It's just-I was up all night thinking. What if this is a setup? 'A' could've planted this video on my laptop, knowing that we would turn it in," Spencer rambled.

"Guys, let's not try to second-guess 'A'," Emily said, climbing down the ladder. "We've been there. We ended up scared of Noel Kahn, who turned out to be just a jealous freak looking for a better grade."

"Yeah, let's not forget  'A' also tried to kill Hanna for knowing too much," Isabel argued.

"We could be walking into a trap!" Spencer agreed.

"You are already living in it," Aria sighed.

"No. Ian... Might have done other stuff, But he's not 'A'," Spencer assured them. "There's no way he'd want us knowing this video even exists."

"But it does, and the police need to know what happened to Alison that night," Emily pointed out.

"Toby gave Alison his sweater before she saw Ian, And Toby shouldn't go to jail for a crime he didn't commit," Isabel huffed.