They were talking about Ben, and the story he told. Hanna heard from a boy she loved that Ben was telling everyone he'd slept with Emily. That was a story she began to tell, herself, now that the option was available. Aria wanted to stage a protest, Hanna was shocked because Emily was such a prude, but Alison knew it was a lie. She wanted her to lie, and she wanted her to tell the truth. Mona sat at a table with Lucas, because that was the story that was being told.
"Shy on the streets, sexy in the sheets," Alison smiled; and Emily smiled back. "I knew there was something different about you," Alison said. And that was a story they told together. She always loved Emily most, because Emily loved her the most; she made Alison feel less alone.
Mona chased them through the streets, Alison and Aria, and they laughed with their yogurt and kept running. They came upon Aria's father's car; it's a story she's told before. Meredith, and Byron staring back at them. At his daughter, while Alison laughed.
Someone was watching. Alison scribbled in her journal, secrets and plans. Her brother entered, without knocking, and she slapped her book closed. A sick smile came across her face, and he demanded cash for that night's beer.
On the wall beside her bed was a story: Two beautiful girls, with her brother between them. Three portraits, Alison, and Jason, and Alison reversed. And this was the story she told:
"This is how I heard the story: The twins played so nicely while they waited for their parents to get home. But they wouldn't get to go trick-or-treat that night. Or ever again. A sick smile came across her face, and this is the story she told:
"'This is how I heard the story: The twins played so nicely while they waited for their parents to get home. But they wouldn't get to go trick-or-treat that night. Or ever again.'" And that was the story she told. And that is the story she told.
"We're making a movie," he said. They were always making movies, in their secret club; she wasn't interested, she had secrets of her own.
Alison: "What kind of movie?"
Jason: "If I told you that, I'd have to kill you."