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Enjoy Chapter 7!

-Cheyenne

"It's not what it looks like."

How cliché. I don't think I could have pulled a more stereotypical answer out of my ass than I did with that one. I mean, in retrospect it was the honest to God truth, but of course the girls weren't going to see it that way.

I didn't have to look at Hanna to see she was giving me the 'are you kidding me' face. I could just feel the intense vibes radiating throughout the room. It was like they wanted to yell, scream, and fight me to the death until I told them… but they were surprising quiet.

I looked around to each member of our little posse Alison had formed all those years ago.

Emily was sitting on the couch, her elbows resting on her knees with an upset expression. Out of all of us, she was the most sensitive and fragile. I could tell she was taking it personally that I didn't tell her what was going on with Jason and I, even though there was nothing to tell.

Hannah had her sassy face on and was taping her foot on Spencer's hardwood floors. Her hands were on her hips and I noticed she looked like the spitting image of her mom. I remember getting that look from Ashley Marin a lot when Hanna was making the transition from nerd to glamor girl because of all the trouble we would get into.

And of course there was Spencer. Her arms were crossed in an authoritative manner with her foot also tapping rhythmically on the floor along with Hanna's. Her brows were cast down, making sure that when I looked at her she knew that I knew she was angry with me. Her navy blue blazer was unbuttoned and it looked as if she were ready to throw down if I gave any crappy answers.

It was going to be a long night.

"I was just comforting a friend." I finally stated as cool as I could.

Spencer scoffed. "That's not what it looks like here."

I let out a sigh, and without even realizing it, I ran my fingers through my hair in a very Jason like fashion. It was an odd feeling knowing he was rubbing off on me after such a short amount of time.

"Just let me explain. I'll tell you guys everything, but can I please sit my stuff down first? I don't need to be interrogated again today."

They seemed to relax and their eyes slipped from mine. I took this as my sign to place my things down upstairs in Spencer's room and change out of my running clothes and into my pajamas.

I could hear the girls start to follow me as I slid on my sports bra and my matching black plaid pajama pants. I put on an extra swipe of deodorant as Emily walked into the room, followed by Spencer and Hanna.

I heavily sat down on the bed and let out a large huff of air.

"Alright… where do I begin…"

I knew in the depths of my heart that Jason was going to feel betrayed when he found out I told my friends, especially after I specifically told him I wasn't going to do such a thing. I imagined his face when I confessed that I told our secret to the people he didn't want knowing about him at this point in time.

I was between was seemed like an oversized boulder and a concrete wall.

The story took me an hour to explain in detail, making sure that all the points of why there was handholding were covered. I told them that I made the first move, hoping to save Jason a little criticism was the girls would interrogate him about it sometime in the future, which I knew was inevitable.

I was able to not mention the details about Alison and how Jason would have liked the world to stop just for a day, as well as our surprise game of twenty questions. Hopefully this way the girls wouldn't be as critical.

But I did happen to mention something that I wasn't quite planning on telling them just yet…

"I think I trust him."

Emily's eyes went wide for the first time during my whole story. "You trust one of the people that we think might have killed Alison?" Her voice was quiet as if she didn't even want to say it herself.

"That's the thing… I don't think he has anything to do with it. Seriously, what evidence do we even have against him?"

"The fact that he is a total creep and stares people down like it's his job."

I glared at Hanna. "That's just his expression. He's not doing it to be creepy, Han, that's just his way of finding out if people are trust worthy."

"And you think he's finds you trust worthy?" Emily asked, now more comfortable with the conversation.

I almost let out a smile as I thought of my answer. "Yea… I think since after Alison's death, he hasn't had anyone around to help him through this like we have each other." I saw them look down at their feet. I knew they felt bad for him too. "He's grieving like we are… but he doesn't have anyone to make sure he's okay, so he hides it back by keeping held up in that house of his."

Silence. It seemed like this time would never come, but finally the all of us were silent. I knew internally that they were really thinking about what I told them. We could all relate to the pain Jason was feeling but what we couldn't understand was the feeling of being completely alone. We've always had each other.

"I think Aria has a point." Emily said, looking back up at me. "Whoever this new 'A' person is, is obviously blackmailing Jason as well. He's trapped in this picture too and it was his gravestone next to Ali's, not any of ours."

"So you think 'A' is going after Jason now? But what for?" Hanna's question caused a thoughtful pause.

"Maybe he's hiding something."

We all looked up at the woman in the blazer to see her accusing gaze. I knew she was going to be the one who was the toughest to crack. She was a true member of the Hasting's family and that included her stubborn attitude.

She saw my slight glare and shrugged her shoulders dramatically. "Well what else could it be, Aria!? Everyone 'A' has gone after gets too close to finding out the truth and ends up dying! Look at what happened to, Ian! He was pushed off a bell tower because he was trying to tell us something that could have solved Alison's murder!"

With every ounce of blood in me I wanted to disagree, but I knew she had a point. Every person who was involved with Ali was a target, and everyone who learned to much information was being brought down and destroyed.

I looked over to Hanna and thought about the day we almost lost her when Mona ran over her with a car. She could have died and it was only a matter of time before someone else would fall victim to one of 'A's attacks.

"Please listen to me…" My pleading voice caught everyone's attention; they looked at me with the same expressions of worry and fear. "I know Jason is still a top suspect for people who could be 'A'… but I truly believe he's on our side… All I'm asking is for you guys to let him be innocent until proven guilty. He has done nothing wrong thus far. After all, we suspected Caleb and Toby and now look where they are."

Finally, Spencer didn't have anything to say. After a year of incriminating evidence against Toby we found out he was on our side, and Spencer even ended up falling for his charm. She was caught in one of her own traps, and I knew she wasn't going to get out of this one.

"Fine." She said angrily. "But I'm not going to be all buddy-buddy with him. I can except and understand the fact that you want to give him a chance, but I won't."

I knew I wasn't going to get any farther with her, so I let the case drop and relaxed on her bed. This was only the beginning of problems to come with Jason and I's new found friendship, but I was already starting to feel the effects of all the stress.

It wasn't long before I drifted off into a restless sleep, dreaming about midnight eyes watching me from the trees.


I had been rolling around on Spencer's bed for a good two hours or so now, accidently waking up Hanna who was lying beside me. I just couldn't seem to get rested or comfy enough to wonder off into a cozy slumber, and when I did it was only for a few moments before I had nightmares of being watched.

I was so frustrated but then again I couldn't really blame myself. I was for sure getting stalked by some freak that had stolen Alison's body and threatened my friends and I in some way shape or form. It was not a surprise to me that I was unable to get a good night's rest, but that doesn't mean it was any less annoying.

Thump

Oh shit. What the hell was that?

I looked around the girls to see if any of them had moved, but all of them were peacefully sleeping. Hannah was rolled over so I couldn't see her face, Spencer was on the floor next to me curled in a small ball, and Emily was practically knocked out by the foot of the bed.

None of them seemed to have awakened from the almost noiseless sound. I brushed it off and tried to closed my eyes, praying that maybe I could get some sleep before school tomorrow and be partially awake to meet Mrs. DiLaurentis.

CRACK

This time, I shot up in the bed and snapped my head over towards the closed door of Spencer's room. I also took noticed that all the girls woke up to this sound as well, even Emily who had been dead asleep since we walked upstairs.

"What was that…?" Emily said in a worry, wrapping her blanket around her shoulders to keep warm.

"I don't know." I said quickly.

I my teenage mind I felt like if I were to even move, that whatever made that sound would know I was there. I felt so much like a scared child at this moment in time, but it seemed like the other girls were thinking the same thing.

"Is it your parents?"

"They shouldn't be home until next week…" Spencer's voice was lost, which was a scary thing for me considering she was always the rock of the group.

I saw Spencer slowly get up off the floor, her blankets falling unceremoniously to the floor as her body straightened out. Her hair was up in a messy bun and all she had on was a tank top and booty shorts.

All of us girls watched as she moved over to the door, looking back at us with worried eyes before turning the door handle. Hanna got up and stood a few inches behind her; Emily and I soon followed suit.

We all looked down the hall to see nothing but darkness and the dimmed kitchen like shining up the stairs in the distance. The hallway seemed peaceful and completely silent. Nothing appeared to be amiss in the Hasting's household.

Out of nowhere, an ominous black shadow cross over the wall and disappeared behind the stairs. All of us jumped and let out a gasp. The hairs on our necks were standing on end and I could feel everyone stiffen.

"Spence… there's someone in your house." Hanna finally said, barely audible.

Spencer slightly nodded but never looked back at us; she just kept her eyes focused on the wall lit up by the kitchen light. Maybe she thought this was all just a dream and didn't want to turn her head away, but we all knew she was smarter than that.

I saw Spencer take a few cautious steps forward into the hallway and towards the downstairs area. We all were close on her heals, myself picking up the rear.

Our feet moved as if we were walking on glass, knowing that if we made any sounds the intruder in her house might hear. I watched as Spencer peeked downstairs just enough to see into the first half of the kitchen. She shook her head signaling that she didn't see anyone.

We carefully tip-toed in the kitchen, all of us trying to hide behind the person in front. Poor Spencer was just stuck being the escape goat of this whole ordeal.

After Emily stepped foot onto the crisp white floors of Spencer's kitchen, I was the last to have a look around. No one was in here. The emptiness was enough to swallow a person whole, despite the fact that there were four of us total in one room.

I shivered. "What is it so cold in here?" I asked, wrapping my arms around my still bare chest, only being covered by a sports bra.

"Guys… someone was in here…"

We all looked over to Spencer who was standing next to a wide open back door. Hanna shivered but I wasn't sure if that was from the cold or from fear. I'm almost positive it was a little bit of both.

Spencer was once again leading the group outside and onto her back patio. Her once beautiful outdoor furniture looked incredible creepy in the dark shadows from the tress. The forest that was behind her house made the night seemed pitch black, even the moons bright rays were no match for the dense evergreen branches.

We were all scanning the area, our eyes squinted to try to make out any sort of images in the night, but it was just too dark. We were lucky enough to see each other's faces and we were only a few feet apart.

CRACK

The sound of shattering glass was deafening in the silent night. It was like a mirror had dropped from a thousand feet up and crashed down right in front of us.

"AHH!"

Our screams didn't seem to be as loud as the noise that caused them, but I'm sure it was a close second.

The pounding of running footsteps seemed to echo in our ears. It felt like there were steps coming from all directions, surrounding us with no escape. It was a helpless feeling to have one of your senses taken away. It was almost like we had no idea how to function in this situation, and our ability to protect ourselves was completely gone.

The sounds of cracking twigs and leaves seemed to be radiating in both of my ears, making my eardrums feel like they were on over time trying to decipher where they were coming from. Most of them seemed to be disappearing off into the distance, getting softer and softer with each step they ran, but one pair seemed to be getting closer, and at an alarming rate.

All of us seemed to pick up on it because we all held our breath, waiting for the oncoming attack. Who knows what was going to happen.

The beats of their steps were getting louder and louder as they ran closer to our location. Because of how we were placed, I was the closest one from the general direction of where the perpetrator was coming from.

I braced myself. I could feel the person was a few steps in front of me and I listened for the perfect moment. I closed my eyes in a combination of fear and at an attempt to focus the sound of their shoes. As soon as I heard them hit the patio I brought my leg up and swung as hard as I can.

"AH!" I yelled in attack, using all of my might.

I felt my kick being blocked by the other person's leg; they must have raised it up in defense. I didn't even want to open my eyes to see the horror that might be in front of me. Their tight grip on my shin seemed to be unbearable, but in retrospect they weren't even gripping that tight.

"Aria! What the hell!"

That voice. My eyes snapped open and I looked into those familiar baby blues.

"J-Jason?" I questioned hesitantly, scared that it might not be true.

"What the hell are you guys doing out here?"

Jason let my leg go and it fell to the concrete with a thud. I wasn't quite ready for him to drop my leg so I stumble a bit when he did. I regained myself quickly.

His eyes were filled with worry and he was leaning over slightly, trying to get a closer look at my face to see if I was alright.

When the girls and I didn't answer, he spoke up again. "I heard a huge crash and then heard you girls screaming. What happened?"

"There's someone out there…" Emily said shivering.

Just as if they were to prove her point, a loud snap of a twig echoed through the trunks of the trees.

We all jumped and I noticed that Jason did too, but he quickly regained himself and gave us all a stern look.

"Go inside. Now."

Jason's stern voice was very powerful and demanding. Even though these people we still out there, his voice made me feel safe, or at least a little bit calmer than I was. He gave me an intense look and instantly knew to obey.

All of us watched as Jason turned on his flash light and ran into the dark abyss of the trees. His light was scanning all over the area in hopes of finding someone. The only thing that let us know where he is was his light randomly running over all of the tree trunks. But it wasn't long before even that became too hard to see as he ran off further into the trees.

Spencer, Emily and I began to walk back into the house while Hanna just stared out into the night. We looked back at her in confusion.

"Come on, Han. Let's go inside where it's warm." Emily said softly, her arms crossed over her chest.

Hanna never stopped looking into the distance. "It's the loft. They shattered the window in the loft."

Her voice was full of enlightenment and we all looked at each other as if it was the most obvious thing. We all silently agreed with our body language that we were going to investigate as we ran off through the dewy grass, our bare feet freezing and getting wet in the process.

Spencer turned the handle and slowly pushed in the door. The creaking of its hinges gave me an eerie feeling, like I was being transported into a bad horror movie from the 70s.

Instantly, Emily kicked on the light to see that the window on the right was indeed shattered. A brick was resting amongst the debris with a bright white letter wrapped to the front. A beautiful bright red bow was keeping the brick and paper connected, but Hanna ripped it off quickly and opened the note with hast. She read it aloud.

"My, my, it wasn't very hard to scare you girls, now was it? Mona may have played with dolls, but I play with body parts. Watch out bitches, you're in for a bumpy ride and I just unfastened your seatbelts. –A"

Now I definitely felt like I was in a horror movie. Not only was there for sure a new 'A' coming to torment us, but this time they stole Alison's body. This was getting to a whole new level of crazy. The person who is doing this must really be a psychopath.

Out in the distance we could here running footsteps again and all of us froze. Hanna quickly stuffed the note down her shirt and stiffened her hands by her sides.

"Spencer!"

"Hanna!"

I saw Spencer's eyes get wide and her shoulders relaxed.

"Toby? Caleb?"

Two muscular boys came sprinting into the loft like they had just run a marathon. But of them were in there pajama's, sweating profusely even though of the chilly temperatures. Toby was wearing plaid pajama pants similar to mine, only blue, and Caleb was in baggy sweatpants and a white tank top.

"What are you doing here?" Hanna said, running up to Caleb and squeezing him tight.

"I got a text saying that you were in trouble and I rushed over here." His voice was hitched and panicked. Caleb looked Hanna up and down like he was looking for any kind of traumatic injuries.

I saw Toby hug Spencer like he had received the same text, but when his eyes caught onto the window, his face changed from worried to afraid. He paced over to the window and grabbed the brick, constantly looking back and forth between the two.

"Who did this, Spencer?" Toby said assertively.

Spencer just shook her head in a rigid sort of manner. None of us knew exactly what to say. If we were to tell them we didn't know, we wouldn't necessarily be lying, but we would still feel awful. Then then again it wasn't like we could just come out about 'A.' This sick and twisted human being would somehow harm them if they had any idea what we were dealing with.

Caleb wrapped his arm around Hanna's shoulders and began to guide her back into the house. I could tell she curled up a bit from the cold and was shivering.

Toby was beginning to get to that point as well, seeing as he had no shirt on. He nodded at Spencer suggesting they do the same and he grabbed her hand. She held on to his with all her might, not afraid to show her boyfriend she was afraid.

Emily and I followed closely behind them back out into the cold grass. Each step was like a painful spike digging into my feet. I almost had forgotten how cold Pennsylvania could get at night during the fall.

There was a crack of a twig and we all snapped around in fright. Toby and Caleb stepped forward protectively, ready to strike, but the flashing of a light shone through the night and blinded their eyes.

"Hey!"

That familiar voice sang through my ears as I watched the man who owned it jog up to us. I saw the boys relax as well as the girls; even Spencer seemed to be calm about the man she thinks could be sketchy.

Jason's blonde hair was bouncing all along his face and his sneakers were covered in mud from the thick underbrush from the forest. He was panting heavily like he was sprinting the whole time, his hoodie sleeves were rolled up and an old pair of worn our basketball shorts were hanging loosely of his hips.

Once he was close enough to us he stopped running and slowed his pace, stopping a few feet in front of us all.

"I didn't see anyone out there, but-"

Before I could even stop myself, I lunged at Jason, wrapping my arms strongly around his waist and burying my face into his chest. I combination of earth and old cologne filled my nostrils and provided me comfort.

I had totally forgotten that Jason had ran out by himself into the dark forest to search for 'A.' It didn't hit me until now that he risked his life out there hunting for a sadist and possible murderer, even if he didn't realized it himself.

I felt after a long and pregnant pause I felt his arms begin to wrap around me, bringing me closer to his warmth. I didn't care what anyone would think, all I wanted right now was comfort.

I figured that this was probably super awkward for him, admitting to me earlier that he wasn't use to being this close to someone. I was sure this hug was crossing his comfort boundaries, but he didn't pull away or push me back. He patiently stood there and hugged me and I could feel his arms pushing against my upper back, pulling me closer to him.

"Jason, you went out looking for them?"

Toby's concerned and manly voice interrupted our moment of silence. Jason slowly released me from his grasp but made sure one hand was still lingering on my shoulder, keeping me close to him at all times.

"Yea, I heard the girls scream from my room next door. I ran over here and they said they heard someone run into the woods. I went out to go see if I could find them."

Caleb once again started walking inside with Hanna on his arm. The rest of us started to follow and I noticed Jason kept a hand loosely on my back, guiding me to the patio.

"What are you guys doing here?" Jason asked puzzled as Hanna pushed the back door open for us to go through.

The rush of warm air hit my skin and it sent a pleasant shiver down my spine. I saw that everyone else did the same thing, even the man standing next to me who had just run for a good half hour.

Toby and Caleb explained to Jason how they ended up here, while Spencer and Emily started making some hot chocolate for us to warm up with. The boys took a seat around the island in the kitchen while the girls and I plopped down in the living room, waiting for the stove to heat up.

We all looked around at each other and occasionally glanced back at the guys. We could hear them chatting about what they saw or didn't see in the background.

"What the heck was that all about?" I said, leaning into the middle of us so the boys couldn't hear.

"I don't know… why would they have brought Toby and Caleb? What do they have to do with anything?"

Emily's question brought a worried look to Spencer and Hanna's faces. I could tell their minds were racing with the worst possible scenarios of what 'A' could have possibly wanted with the boys.

"Okay but let's just be thankful 'A' didn't do anything besides break a window." I said reasonably, calming them down. "Yeah they gave us a scare but nothing was seriously damaged."

All of us got quiet and nodded, happy to stop the eerie conversation about our unknown tormentor.

I couldn't stop myself from shivering as I brought my knees up to my chest to keep warm. By the looks of it, even though the house was warm, our bodies still shook from our damp and cold feet. Hanna looked back at the boys to see that they were looking pretty rough around the edges as well.

"I'm gonna go grab some blankets and sleep stuff from upstairs. I would feel more comfortable if Toby were to stay with us tonight." Spencer said, standing up from her spot on the couch.

"Yea, I was going to ask you if Caleb could stay too."

Spencer nodded at Hanna and then looked over to me. Her eyes looked like they wanted to tell me one hundred things and I couldn't quite tell what they were. I figured it had something to do with Jason but she never said anything, and I didn't either.

"I'll help you." Emily said, sensing the tension between us.

Hanna shrugged and soon enough we left the boys in the kitchen and headed up the carpeted stairs to grab blankets and pillows.

I'm not going to lie, it was kind of scary to go upstairs in the dark without the boys. Enough though we knew the house was safe, all I could think about was the shadow we saw of the man earlier.

We walked up to Spencer's room and flipped on the light switch. The bright lights momentarily blinded my eyes so I had to cover them up until they adjusted properly. All of us began to scoop up random blankets and pillows from all the rooms and closets upstairs, none of us really said anything. We could faintly hear the guys in the kitchen downstairs chatting about who knows what.

I went to go grab my phone from the night stand when I heard it beep. The only problem was is that all of our phones beeped and buzzed at the exact same time.

We all hesitantly reached around for our phones and looked at each other with fear. I unlocked my phone to see a text message from a blocked number.

See how easy it was to get you all under one roof? Imagine what else I could do.

And this time I even have a new puppet to play with. I wonder how Jason will fair in all these shenanigans… Probably better than Maya did.

This is going to be fun. Watch your back bitches, you never know who's lurking around the corner. –A

And just like that, the branches outside Spencer's window rustled like they were being pushed and bumped. We all raced to the window but saw nothing. Whatever had made the noise had disappeared into the darkness.

"Okay… I need to get out of this room."

Emily's upset voice was heart breaking. The first person she ever truly loved had been taken by our enemy and we have no idea what happened to her. All we know is that 'A' is the culprit behind everything, and Maya most likely did not turn out so well.

Hanna followed our friend out to comfort her, which left me and Spencer alone in her room. She was looking at me, trying to have a stern look but her eyes told otherwise.

I could tell she was just as scared as I was, but not wanting to admit to it.

"Jason can stay." She said stoically.

She crossed her arms over her chest and brushed passed me as she walked down stairs, clearly unhappy that Jason was now a part of this too. She didn't want to admit it, but she knew Jason was most likely another innocent victim in this whole mess.

I sighed and followed an unhappy Spencer downstairs, making sure to grab my share of sleeping items into the living room.

It seemed that Emily and Hanna had already made their beds on the floor next to the sofa. Caleb had joined Hanna in comforting the almost crying woman, rubbing soothing circles on her back.

Toby and Jason watched from the couch as Spencer and I trudged down the stairs with the rest of the blankets and pillows. Jason's eyes never seemed to leave mine as I held the warm comforters in my arms, waiting for Spencer's further instructions.

"Alright fellas, it looks like we are staying here for the night."

Spencer tossed Toby a few blankets and a pillow, which he caught with ease. He stood up from his spot on the couch and helped Spencer and everyone else make a few beds on the floor. Being the gentleman, Toby did all the physical work and Spencer told him where to put everything. I had a feeling that she seemed to enjoy this more than she was letting on.

While everyone was distracted, I walked over to Jason who was looking down at his feet. I sat next to him and laid the blankets down on the opposite side of me and wrapped my arms around my legs in an attempt to get warm. The couch groaned with protest, but Jason never looked up.

"You'll stay… right?" I asked, secretly praying he would.

He glanced up at me and I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was feeling uncomfortable. I wouldn't blame him. He's in a house full of people he barely knows and some of them don't even trust him. The only people he knew well enough to be okay with were Toby and I, seeing as which they would play basketball together every so often.

He was holding his hands in his lap and it looked like he was debating his answer.

"Spencer doesn't like me."

His statement caught me off guard, and I sensed the sour taste in his voice. I placed a hand on his knee and to my surprise, he didn't tense.

"She needs some time to get use to people. I think we've all just had a few rough days."

I sent him a warm smile and I could tell he wanted to send me one back, but he was still hesitant to the idea. I mean, his house was right next door. It wasn't like he was going very far.

"Hey! Do you want to sleep on the left or right?"

Caleb's voice caught both of our attention and we looked at him curiously. He sent me a wink and I knew he was helping me out with Jason.

Gosh did Hanna know how to pick her men.

Jason looked up at Caleb and raised a brow, a very common thing he does when he is confused. But what was funny was that Caleb could do the exact same expression to a tee. Finally, Jason showed a small smirk, but tried to hide it with tilting his face towards the floor.

"I didn't know if you had to sleep on one side or the other. I know if Hanna wakes up on the wrong side of the bed it's like the world is ending." Caleb teased, tossing at pillow to the man next to me while simultaneously getting hit in the arm by his girlfriend.

"I'll take whatever you don't."

I smiled. Thank God for Caleb. He walked over to the left side of the room and sat down next to Emily and Hanna. Jason and I stood up and took the right side of the room near Toby and Spencer. I could tell by the look on her face that she wasn't the happiest camper in the room. Thankfully, Toby was keeping her calm but massaging her shoulders and she seemed to relax little by little.

The way the room was positioned was that there were six large blankets doubled up and spread around the floor. People would have to share a base blanket but everyone had their own blankets to cover up with.

I looked over at Jason who was leaning back against his elbows, watching as Hanna and Toby were trying to find something on TV.

I gave him a small shove on the shoulder and he looked up at me with a smirk.

"You're not afraid to sleep next to me are you?" I teased, trying to calm his nerves about this make shift sleep over.

"Should I be?"

I smirked back and got within a few inches from his face. "I have been told I kick in my sleep."

He chuckled and laid back onto his pillow with his hands behind his head.

"Well I sure know you kick when you're awake."

I sent him a playful glare and he laughed whole heartily. It was nice to see him relaxed even though he had reservations about saying with all of us tonight. His body and his mind soon became free following as he listened to the conversations passing between everyone in the room.

Hanna and Spencer distracted Emily with some cooking show on TV, while Toby and Caleb debated about the upcoming Super Bowl this year and which teams were most likely going to make it. I joined into both occasionally and gave my say into the mix, Jason watching silently next to me.

"Look dude, all I'm saying is that Baltimore is the team to beat!" Caleb said, raising his arms in the air dramatically.

"Please, Ray Lewis needs to retire… and soon."

Caleb and Toby glared at each other. Oh boy. I knew better to get between boys and their sports from being at home with Dad and Mike during the past football seasons, so I just laid down onto my pillow and watched the ceiling fan circle around in a soothing pattern.

I felt the blankets shift around me and I knew Jason had joined me on the floor. He turned his head towards mine and I mimicked his motions and few moments later.

"Who are you going for this year?" I asked, trying to start a conversation.

"Eagles. I've been a fan since I was a kid."

I scrunched my nose. "Ew. Are you sure we can be friends? I'm pretty sure Steelers and Eagles fans don't mesh well." I teased, slapping his arm gently.

He sent be a playful glare.

"Fine, then. Just like Facebook, I am un-friending you."

He then playfully turned his body around and faked being hurt. I couldn't help but laugh at his childish antics and silently thanked the lord he was opening up to me, even with everyone around. Granted, they were still engrossed with their conversations but it was still a start.

Soon enough, everyone began to settle down, seeing as it was around four o'clock in the morning. Emily was the first to drift off, followed by Spencer and Toby then Caleb and Hanna. That just left Jason and I to fend for ourselves and try to get a good night's sleep. He was still rolled over facing away from me, and I figured he was either still joking or had actually fallen asleep like the rest.

I pulled my blanket up closer to my face to keep my top half warm. It was kind of awkward for me seeing as I was in a sports bra next to a man I just began to really interact with, but I felt comfortable enough around him that it didn't bother my mind for too long.

I began to finally feel my eyes get heavier and my mind start to shut down. I closed my eyes and let out a deep breath, feeling all the muscles in my body relax and give in to the oncoming sleep.

"Good night, Jason" I mumbled, just audible enough for him to hear.

As I was drifting off I opened my eyes just enough to see him roll around and face me, our bodies only a few inches apart. I barely heard him speak before I feel into a peaceful sleep.

"Good night, Aria." He said, with a small smile playing across his lips.

Awww cutesy ending(: But who did all that and what does Mrs. DiLaurentis want?

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-Cheyenne