Aria was confused, there was no doubt about it. She was still recovering from the terror of being attacked and stabbed at the bar, coping with the emotions of her boyfriend cheating on her and getting back with his ex (but wait, didn't Aria cheat too?), and trying to avoid the disaster path that A had put her and her friends on. But at least she didn't have to go to school for the whole week.

Her parents had to go to work and didn't want Aria to be home alone just in case something happened, so they asked Jason to come over and watch her.

The last thing Aria wanted was a babysitter.

Jason watched Aria from the corner of the room and she sat propped up on the couch, absent-mindedly flipping the channels on the TV.

Jason sighed and walked himself over and sat down next to Aria.

Aria turned to look at him, her expression serious. "Am I crazy? Because sometimes I feel like I'm crazy."

Jason looked at her funny, but she looked right back and he went on to answer. "...No. You're the perfect amount of not normal, but you're definitely not crazy. Why would you ask that?"

"Because if this was a movie, or even a book...my character would be the crazy one. I'm the one who hooks up with her teacher, and...and becomes friends with a bitch...no offense to your sister...and gets crazy drunk and gets stabbed and almost dies but yet here I am, alive, sitting alone next to the dead-bitch-who-I-used-to-hang-out-with's older brother with a strange urge to kiss him." Aria took a long pause. "Did you get all that?"

Jason offered her a small smile. "I think so. I think I heard something about you wanting to kiss me?"

"Oh, is that what you heard?" Aria teased, a smile growing on her face.

"I haven't seen you smile in a while. Look, I know you have a lot of shit going on in your life, but you have a beautiful smile. Use it."

"Well, I'm smiling right now, aren't I?"

"Good."

Both Jason and Aria stayed quiet for a while, staring at the old game show rerun that was playing on the TV. With the sound muted, it was hard to tell what was going on.

"So how about that kiss?" Jason asked with a smile.

Aria smiled sheepishly and started to move towards him.

"No, don't. I don't want you hurting yourself. I'll come to you."

"Well, come and get it." Aria flirted.

Jason lifted Aria up and placed her on his lap, taking her spot on the couch. He cupped his hands around her face and gently kissed her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and passionately kissed him back.

"I've never felt this safe before. You're like my own personal bodyguard." Aria whispered into his neck.

"Aria..."

"What?"

"The truth is, you really shouldn't feel that safe with me."

"...Why not?"

"I have anger management issues. If someone pisses me off, I lose control. They're as good as dead. I've done some things that I really regret."

Aria stopped for a moment, thinking back to one of A's texts about Jason. 'Superman isn't as innocent as he seems.' Aria looked up at Jason, pulling herself off of him a bit. "Jason...um, I really don't know how to ask this...did you...were you...where were you the night Ali disappeared?"

Jason looked taken aback. "What the hell? You think I killed Ali? Look, I know we weren't the closest of siblings, but you have no right to accuse me of killing my own sister!"

"Wait, Jason! I didn't think that...I wasn't accusing you, I swear. I just had to be sure."

"What do you mean you had to be sure? Don't you know me well enough to know I would never do that?" Jason lifted Aria off of him and stood up. He started pacing back and forth. "I think I should go."

"No, Jason, wait!"

Jason ignored her and kept walking towards the front door.

"Jason, there's something you need to know! I asked you that because I got a text message! I—I don't know who it was from...but they told me you were hiding something. Something I should be afraid of." Jason stopped walking and turned to face Aria, so she continued. "If this is all you were hiding from me, I can handle it. But I need to know."

"Yeah, yeah...this is it." Jason said. "You said you got a text message? Was it anonymous?"

"Yes..."

"Aria, I overheard Alison in her room once. She got anonymous texts like that too."

Aria gulped. "What—what kind of texts, exactly?"

"Threats...scary ones."