Hey guys :] I honestly think there aren't enough Jaria stories out there, so my solution? Write a series of oneshots! Lol my friend gave me a bunch of random words that I'm going to try to write oneshots/drabbles to. Hope you like 'em :]

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I sat down in the cafe, playing pac-man with my phone and sipping my steaming coffee. I felt someone standing behind me, and I turned around to see a familiar figure. Oh, great...

Jason DiLaurentis smiled at my evident surprise. "May I join you?"

"Uhm..." I started, still a little uncomfortable around him. Is it inappropriate to have coffee with the man you cheated on your boyfriend with?

"Oh come on," he half smiled, "you aren't still scared of me, are you?"

Of you, no. Of how you make me feel, yes. But still, I caved. I couldn't fight off the part that did want to spend time with him. "I've never been afraid of you."

He raised an eyebrow, obviously not believing me. "I actually wanted to show you these..." he trailed off as he reached into a bag beside him, pulling out a few picture frames.

I heard myself gasp. "These are... beautiful." They were all still shots of me sleeping, as Emily and Spencer told me, but I didn't find them creepy in the slightest. The black and white photos were wonderful.

He grinned. "I know." I looked up to see him staring at me, a special glint in his eye that gave me chills. He broke the contact, looking back down to the pictures. "I never realized how artistic she was."

"Its weird... Still getting to know someone after they die."

He nodded his agreement and we sat there in silence for a moment. "Aria..." he said, quietly, "I think I need to apologize."

I felt my eyebrows knit together in confusion. "What? Why?"

He let out a tired sigh. "I shouldn't have kissed you last night. I didn't know you were in a relationship, but... it was still really forward. I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable." While he said this rather stiffly, his eyes were sincere.

I shook my head. "Don't apologize. I'm glad to know how you feel. Besides, I'm not exactly subtle." I felt myself half smile at the end, and he did the same.

I sat there studying the photos, but I could still feel his eyes burning into my back. After I felt I knew every detail of the picture, I looked up at him. "You know..." he started, same glint in his eye from earlier. "We have potential, you and me."

I felt myself lean in, slowly. He did the same. All I could think about was last night... How his lips felt on mine... How I could feel my heart pounding in my chest...

Then I pulled away. I avoided eye contact, for fear of seeing his hurt face again. So, I settled with twisting a straw around in my hands, giving me something to look at, while I said, "Sometimes, potential isn't enough."

"I don't know," his voice was lofty, nonchalant. "All you need is a little push to make it work."

I glanced into his eyes to see a challenge. Boyfriend or not, Jason isn't going down without a fight.