Aria's POV

I woke up to the sound of birds and the sun warming up my face. It must've not been a school day, because the sun didn't get to my room until after noon. But I was slowly becoming more aware and this did not smell like my room. I opened my eyes to a room I didn't even recognize.

I almost screamed, jerking up and looking around me. As a sheet slid off, I noticed I was completely missing a shirt. I snatched the sheet back up and wrapped it around me. I was, I noticed, still wearing my jeans and bra. "Hello?" I called out. No reply, but I could hear sounds in the house like a shower running.

I slid off the bed and walked over to the closet, opening it quickly. Guy's clothing, definitely not Ezra's. Oh my…

With a slam like a tidal wave, I sat down on the ground. Last night, Ezra had broken up with me, falling back on his, 'our-ages-make-it-impossible' argument. I remember walking into a bar and drinking at least three shots of tequila, but then nothing. The clothes in the closet were larger then I am, but I grabbed a blue dress shirt and buttoned it down, flinging the sheet back down on the bed. I headed for the door, about to fling it open, when it opened and in walked Jason DiLaurentis.

"Aria! You're awake! And fully clothed again." He was standing in the doorway, still getting the last water out of his hair, but in his distraction quite a bit was getting on his shirt.

"What happened? Jason, what's going on?" I snapped.

"You don't remember?" Jason asked, his face becoming puzzled. "No. I don't remember much from last night."

Jason, reached out and grabbed my hand in his, rubbing the top of it. "Coffee?" I nodded dumbly and followed him. Downstairs on the breakfast bar, next to two cups of coffee, was my shirt and phone. "I found them in the fridge. You were, pretty wasted." I stood still, and he handed me the coffee.

"I called you, and you were at a bar. I got worried, so I got the address from you and came down. You were on the sixth round by the time I got there. I was gonna drive you home, but there were cops outside and your parents were on the steps. Your brother was there… In handcuffs."

I almost choked on the coffee. "Is he okay?" I asked, breathlessly.

"I don't know. But you're still a minor, and I figured your parents didn't deserve that. So I just came back to my place and texted Hanna that you needed to be covered. I used your phone." I sat down at the bar, picking up my phone. Sure enough, there was an 'okay' from Hanna sent near midnight. "That still doesn't tell me how I ended up…"

"In my bed without a shirt?" He at least had the decency to look embarrassed.

"Well I went to the bathroom when I brought you home. You'd fallen asleep in the car, but I had woken you up to get you inside. When I came out, you had hidden your phone and your shirt and refused to tell me where they were. You were dancing all over the place. So I shut all the blinds and when you declared yourself to be tired, I took you upstairs. I slept on the couch."

I must've looked nervous, because Jason reached for my hand again. "Look, I don't expect you to believe me on everything. I know how you're feeling. But that is the honest to goodness truth. Nothing happened."

I relaxed, but only slightly. "Why?"

"Why what?" He drank deep from the mug he was holding, draining it almost in one swallow.

"Why do all of that?" I set the coffee down, looking him square in the eye.

He finished his mug, setting it down next to me, when I noticed he was still holding my hand. He rubbed the top with his thumb, the callus catching as he did so.

"I did it because… You're a beautiful, wonderful girl and if you'd stayed at that bar as drunk as you were, something bad was going to happen. I couldn't stand that, or the thought of your parents being ashamed of you. I just wanted you to be safe."

"It is however, still Thursday. Can I give you a ride to school?"

"Um…" I glanced up at the clock. "Actually, I need to change shirts, and get my school stuff. Thank you though."

"At least to your house. I can say I saw you heading home and gave you ride. Please Aria." He looked so caring that my heart melted a little bit.

It wasn't until we were in the car that something occurred to me. "Did I say anything stupid?"

He shook his head, concentrating on the road. "You ranting a bit in the house, about an X named Z and someone named Jackie and someone else called A. I tried to ignore it. People say some crazy things when they're drunk."

I breathed out a sigh of relief, leaning back into the seat. There wasn't anything else to say and we fell into silence until he pulled up in front of the house. "Aria?"

I turned at his voice and caught him staring at me. "I didn't get everything you said, but I got the impression that some things are happening to you. I don't if it's because of Alie or Mike or what. But if you need to get away, or talk or anything, I'm here. Call me whenever, or stop by the office."

"Thanks." I blushed, but let it go. "It's nice to have friends again." I opened the door and headed up to the house, fishing out the key and slipping on inside as he pulled away.

Mom and Dad were still upstairs getting ready and I managed a quick, "I'm home!" before shutting my door. I only had a few minutes before I had to leave again. On my way past the mirror I noticed I was still wearing the blue dress shirt. And suddenly found myself with an incredible evil plan. Mr. Fitz was going to back at Rosewood today to talk to kids about Hollis. He had scheduled to meet with all the junior and senior English classes. I had been looking forward to this right up until last night. He asked for this…

Ezra's POV

I had considered canceling the recruiting drive at Rosewood that day. After all Aria and Mrs. Montgomery would be there. Jackie didn't approve at all of Aria and had tried to get me to not go, but I felt obligated. I'd only been on the staff at Hollis a short time and still felt out of place. Doing this was how I would fit in maybe.

The day was fine, through the first three periods, until I reached what I knew was Aria's class. I'd braced myself for her being distraught, melancholy or even bitter. What I had not prepared for was this.

Aria looked bright and cheerful, a 180 difference from last night. Fresh make-up, clothes neat and accessories matching. But something was different. I couldn't place it till she had settled with her friends into their seats in the cafeteria, laughing and smiling the whole time. Then it hit me. She was not wearing her shirt, or her dad's. Mr. Montgomery was not the type to wear royal blue dress shirts. Now the lace tank top underneath, that was hers. But from the way the rolled up sleeves were just so large and the unbuttoned sides trailed down past her pockets, I knew it was someone else's.

She caught my eye and smiled wider, before glancing out the door. I looked up and saw Jason DiLaurentis leaning against the door, flipping through some folders. She smiled and waved to him. He smiled back and gestured to his own shirt. She tugged on the sides and winked, before he left, heading somewhere else.

I turned back to the audience, who quickly focusing back on me. I still don't know how I made it through the seminar, because every few minutes Aria would smile and then smell the edge of the popped up collar.

So… Who wants Jason's POV? Cuz I do!