This is a revised version of my first story here. Not much will be changed other than being parceled out in chapters. More or less the plan is to create one cohesive universe where all these stories take place. These stories do not follow the events of the series, though the basis will remain. The Pretty Little Roomates series takes place after A is revealed and deal almost exclusively with Aria and Hanna living together at College.
1.
The only thing Aria could say about her new life in Philly, was that at least she was alone for the most part. While she took a part time job at the campus book store and focused like a laser beam on her studies, Hanna had become a party animal, nearly flunking out in their first semester.
The "No Boys, no alcohol" rule they agreed upon before even leaving Rosewood, was quickly forgotten by her flighty blonde bad boy magnet of a room mate. A near steady stream of booze and strange men, made their way in and out of Hanna's bedroom throughout those first early months.
Aria was infuriated, but said nothing. This was her friends way of coping and if it destroyed her, she was not going to stand in the way.
She loved Hanna, but beyond cleaning up after her each night when she got home from work, or making sure she made it to class at least some of the time, Aria just did not have the energy to fight anymore.
It was not as though she did not have male attention of her own. Aria could probably have had her pick of the boys on campus. Hell even some of the ones Hanna brought home had hit on her, when her room mate was out of the room. Boys, however were not an option for Aria. Ezra was gone, and with him her heart. Aria was done with love.
The need for physical affection that came about so often, especially when Hanna was taking care of her own in the next bedroom was simply one more thing to force down. Headphones and textbooks helped drown out the noises from her room mates bedroom. The need to be touched, to be taken...that was harder to control.
As much as loneliness and depression were difficult, it beat the alternative. Letting herself go, allowing herself to feel again. That was scarier than anything A could have done.