I could never tell my Greek story without mentioning the afternoon that I discovered I was living with fellow Pretty Little Liars fans.
It was a quiet afternoon in the Artemis, and when I ventured into the James’ (our directors) room, I saw a group of girls snuggled together watching—could it be the newest episode of PLL?
They had engineered it to stream from a laptop to the television and were enjoying, yes, the newest episode. I almost passed out from happiness. But I didn’t. No, instead I grabbed a fleece blanket and joined the party.
And so began the evenings of watching the pretty liars together. We got very wrapped up in it, taking notes on episodes and proclaiming “PLL Party!” on rainy (and I hate to admit sometimes sunny) days.
We even announced it before lunch when the entire family was circled together, hands clasped, for prayer.
Something like, “Pretty Little Liars after lunch!” just so everyone could feel included in our elite club.
The boys made fun of us, oh of course they did.
Eventually we became too obsessed and began leaving ‘A’ notes throughout the Artemis. Sometimes they were taped to mirrors, other times under our shampoo bottles in the shower. When the season finale came along, we baked a cookie cake and celebrated the unmasking of A.
Even though we spent a lot of time watching this insane television show, I will never regret it. It was a bonding experience like none other. I love that so many wonderful memories of mine involve spending hours in the James’ living room with amazing girls—sisters—of mine. One day when I was talking to Emily she said, “I love that you guys have that. There is something special about people bonding over a television show. Keep doing it, even if people here make fun of you.”
That was all the encouragement we needed.
PLL Peeps, I am thankful for our bonding time.
And remember, A is everywhere.