Aria turns skeptically in front of the mirror. What is she even doing here? On Monday she walked down the corridors of the Rosewood High without any person talking to her and now she is in a room with four other girls.

She is in a room full of clothes, perfume fragrances and the excited voices of the other girls, while she is silently watching the mess around her. Aria was surprised when Alison headed for her and the other girls followed her. Alison in the front and the other girls like faithful dogs always a small step behind her.

These girls laugh at every joke their leader makes. They don't dare to question a word she says. Aria doesn't want to match them. Nor does she hope that someone thinks about her that way. It has always been important to her that she doesn't depend on others and that she decides according to her own best knowledge what she wants herself. She also looks quite different and behaves differently.

She likes to wear black and has bright pink streaks in her hair. Alison, however, was the image of a Barbie: Gold blonde long hair, an already very feminine body and a heavily made-up face.

Alison enjoys to scare her subordinates. Aria is not keen on this. Although she only knows Alison since five days, she has already clashed with her several times. Aria won't keep silent when she disagrees.

She is surprised that Alison hasn't let go of her yet. She probably still thinks that Aria will give up at some point and that she can still break her. But Aria is sure that this won't happen.

But what is she doing here? Why did she let herself be talked into coming along? She doesn't want to go to this party. Maybe she isn't as firm as she thinks she is? Or maybe she wants to go this party and can't admit it to herself because it doesn't really suits her?

Parties of this kind take place every year in Rosewood. This she has already found out in school. The two Kahn brothers organize them in the cottage of their parents. The first party takes place at the start of the summer holidays.

Aria curses her headmaster, who got the stupid idea to send students to school before the holidays start. The headmaster believes that this way new students have the better opportunity to make new friends. Therefore they don't have to spend the summer alone and they have a better start in the new school year.

And now Aria will go on a huge booze-up. She tugs still uncertain at her top. Actually she looks like always. She is wearing black Chucks, a dark skinny jeans and a simple black top. Actually, she would feel very comfortable if Alison wouldn't constantly pull at her top because she thinks Aria should show more skin.

Besides, Alison was very generous with Aria's makeup. She looks like always, but older. Her long black hair is tied up in a loose ponytail. Loose strands and pendant earrings caress her face.

"Aria, listen to me. Stop pulling on your top", Alison tells her so that her thoughts are suddenly interrupted. "Trust me, there won't be just the little boys you know. You can't impress the men at the party with this prudish outfit. You have to show a little more skin", Alison says. Aria rolls with her eyes but pulls her top a little bit higher.

"What kind of a party is this?" Aria asks. She still hasn't figured out what she has to expect. It seems to be the best for her, if she is as well prepared as possible when she enters the cabin to reduce the shock.

"Noel and Eric Kahn throw several parties every summer. One is always right at the beginning of the summer holidays. Their parents own a cabin in the woods. Eric invites his friends that now all go to college and Noel invites his friends from high school. Just like us, and these little guys. But as I said there are enough older alternatives", Alison explains with a wink to Aria.

Aria isn't sure whether this preparation has really helped her. For her, everything still sounds after a booze-up, where young girls throw themselves at older guys. You decide what you are doing yourself, Aria tries to convince herself again.

"So are you ready? Then we can go", Alison suggests. The girls get their handbags and follow their leader the stairs down. Aria is only shaking her head while she is trotting behind.


Even before the girls have arrived at the cottage, Aria hears the booming music that flows inside out of the boxes. She is the last one, who enters the cottage. It is exactly like she expected it to be.

The rooms that were certainly prepared properly once, already fell victim to the dancing crowd. Everywhere on the tables, shelves and on the floor large plastic cups are scattered. Most of them seem to have been poured over the furniture and the floor. That would explain the strong odor of alcohol.

In addition to the smell and the loud music, it is mainly the people at this party that are striking to Aria. The girls have only covered the absolutely necessary and dance seductively in front of the men who look at them as animals who consider their prey.

What has she done to herself? Alison is already saying goodbye to her friends while they are still standing at the front door. She says that she has to meet someone and that they should have some fun. Then she disappears into the crowd.

Aria has only turned around for a brief moment when she notices that the other girls have already disappeared into the crowd. She would like to go straight back. But since they came together, she has no choice but to wait until the others are ready to go.

She falls into the next empty chair. But the plan to just wait is easier said than done. Aria gets almost sick when she observes how the women curry favor men.

As Aria lets her gaze wander over the dancing crowd, her eyes stuck for a moment at a man, who stands behind the many people and is sipping on his beer.

She has to admit she hasn't only noticed him because he has the same bored look like herself. He looks incredibly handsome. He wears his dark blond hair short and his green eyes stand out to her. The simple jeans and the dark t-shirt suit him incredibly well and flatter his muscular body.

But Aria is interrupted out of her thoughts when a drunken party guest falls over his own feet and lands on her lap. "Sorry, sweetheart," he babbles. Aria pushes him annoyed and disgusted away from her. She really has enough.

She goes straight to the next door that she finds and slips into the room. When she turns on the light, she sees what room she has just entered: a storage room. Oh great! No matter, the main thing is to be alone and away from the crazy circus which offers her behind the door.

She falls to the ground and leans against the wall with a sigh. She has been hardly a moment alone, as the door opens again. Scared Aria puts herself upright and stares at the door gap when she sees his face. He quietly closes the door behind him.

Aria feels how her heartbeat accelerates. And she doesn't calm down, now that she can see who has entered the room.

"Wasn't this meant as a party where you have fun?" He asks Aria. "You've followed a girl, which hides alone in a closet. So you doesn't seem to enjoy this party either." She countered. "Point for you." He answers and smiles at her.

"Do you want to join my party?" Aria asks. He thinks for a moment, but then shrugs his shoulders, as if he has asked himself the question, what would speak against it and sits down in opposite of her on the floor. He also leans his back against the wall.

"I've never seen you at one of the parties." He notes. "I've never been at one. My family has previously lived in Iceland. "She tells him. "Iceland?" He repeats impressed.

"Yes, my father had a job there." Aria tells him. "Ok, but why do you go to a party, only to hide in the closet?" He still asks confused. "My ... um ... friends dragged me." She tells him. He nods, as if he knows exactly what she wants to say.

"Which college are you going to?" He asks. College? He thinks she goes to college? God, how much a bit of makeup and a low neckline can cause. Lie to him, Aria. He is obviously older than you. Lie to him. "Princeton. I study law." She suddenly hears herself speaking.

Hopefully he hasn't seen how much she is stunned by her own lie. How can she tell him that she would study law in Princeton? Her statement could not be further away from the truth.

"Wow, I didn't expect. So that doesn't mean that I think you're not smart enough for that, but I've thought that you would do something more creative," he explains. Aria just smiles. Also because he has judged her character so well.

"Do you want a drink?" He asks, holding his cup to her. He immediately notices her hesitation. "Oh underage and well behaved I suppose," he says, laughing.

"How old are you?" He asks interested. Aria notices how nervous she became again. Hopefully he doesn't notice. Lie to him. Lie, Aria. But not too much.

"I'm 19," she says, trying to breathe slowly. Has she overdone it? Could he actually think that she is already 19, when she is actually 15. "Ok, so I'm 21. So you'll drink under adult supervision." He says with a mischievous smile.

Even Aria begins to laugh. Especially because her lies weren't noticed and he really believes everything she says. But on the other side of her head his age still reverberates. 21. He's 21. She's 15. God, why Alison has to be right? Why she thinks that he is much more interesting than the boys at her age?

He holds the filled beer mug to her again and she takes a swig before she gives him the cup back. "So why aren't you with the others, but with me in the closet?" Aria asks.

He takes a sip from the cup himself and actually thinks apparently now about why he is sitting with her in the storage room and is not at the party among all the others. "The people out there don't interest me. One half are young high school children and the others are people I already know somehow and all of them are idiots or women who throw themselves at every man." He explains Aria.

Again his words are echoing in her mind. One especially. High school children. He has said. Young high school children. And she is one of them. Again she tries to breathe slowly.

"What are you doing here at the party then?" Aria asked puzzled. He briefly thinks about her question. "Free drinks," he simply says. Aria laughs and he joins in her laughter, so that she doesn't notice that his answer shouldn't be a joke.

Suddenly the door to the store room opens and one of the party guests stops abruptly in the doorway when he sees the two sitting on the floor. "Oh I am sorry. I don't want to disturb you. I just need a bucket for ... well you know." He stammers around. He gently meanders through their legs and takes a bucket from the shelf. He quickly disappears out of the tiny room.

"Maybe I should look after my friends." Aria says. Jason nods. He stands up effortlessly and gives her his hand to pull her up. Smiling Aria takes his hand and stands on her feet within seconds. She already holds the doorknob in her hand when he suddenly clasps her wrist to restrain her.

"Hey, what's your name?" He asks. "Aria," she replies in monosyllables. He smiles. "Aria," he repeats. "A very beautiful name. I'm Jason." "It was nice to meet you, Jason." Aria replies before she opens the door and leaves the room.


The deep bass of the music is blasting out of the box next to him into his ear. But it doesn't make sense to sit somewhere else. The whole room is full of people who almost drowns the music with their voices.

Young college students and even younger high school students who are all around him with cups in their hands or are sitting crowded on the couch. Young people who are smiling. Some out of politeness, some because they are actually happy to see their old friends again.

The whole time a girl next to him is talking to him. She constantly speaks of some teachers or classmates from high school he definitely has to remember. But actually Jason recalls not one of these names. As blurred as his memories are, so little clear is now his environment to him. The amount of people standing around him is an indefinable mass.

But then for a brief moment he has seen her in this indefinable mass. Only a fraction of a second is necessary so that she stands out of the crowd for him and now his gaze pins on her. So much so that it only takes another moment until he sees him standing next to her.

Noel Kahn, the brother of Eric. Although Eric invites him every time to these parties and he comes every time. He actually likes Eric as much as these stupid parties. And his brother seems to be no better. But is he actually better than these two? Can he really presume to judge them?

This question disappears immediately from his mind when he looks how Noel approaches a step towards Aria and now stands dangerously close in front of her. Jason stands up to get a better look. Contrite he sees how Noel lifts his hand and sweeps a strand of hair behind her ear. Jason's view focuses on it.

The flirtatious smile that had just been on her lips, has been gone for a split second and is replaced by a played and polite smile. So fast that Noel surely hasn't noticed.

But Jason has noticed it. And he has also noticed how much she flinched very slightly at his touch and how she took a small step back. Behind her, however, is immediately the countertop of the kitchen, so she can't really flee from him. Jason watches as Aria continues to smile nervously at him while Noel doesn't go a step back from her.

Determined, he gets up and walks purposefully towards Aria. He has no idea how he comes up with the idea that she won't smile at him as nervous as she smiles at Noel. He doesn't know, whether she won't find his proximity just as uncomfortable as his or that she won't give him a slap, once she is able to do it again. He doesn't know.

But as he stands in front of her, he doesn't hesitate. He grabs Noel from behind at his shoulder and pulls him back forcefully. Aria looks at him in astonishment. For a second insecurity is rising in him, but when he puts his right hand on her cheek, she doesn't push him away.

Instead, she puts her hands at his hips. Jason feels how she pulls him against her with little pressure. Jason puts his left hand on her waist and presses his lips without a warning on hers.

For a brief moment he can see her eyes widen and her body tense under his hand. For a fraction of a second he withdraws his lips, waiting for her reaction. The torn eyes are replaced with a wistful look that dispel his doubts.

Again his lips slowly approach her lips. When a whimper escapes her, he smiles amused. With an ease he picks her up and puts her down on the countertop of the kitchen.

Aria wraps her arms around his neck and notes how goosebumps spread to her entire body when he finally starts to kiss her. Aria forgets the people around them, as she feels Jason's warm hands on her back. When his lips loosen from hers very slowly, he grabs her hand and pulls her gently from the sideboard. "Do you wanna go outside?" He whispers in her ear. Aria nods as she bites her lip to suppress a smile.

Now Aria recognizes that Noel has moved away and looks angrily when they go to the back door, next to which he is standing with a group of people. "I think you bored her," Jason whispers to him mockingly.


She has been so stupid. The truth will come out in the end, her mother has always said. She should have listened to her. Because if she would have listened, she wouldn't be in this situation.

But because she lied, he stares at her now. He pierces her eyes with his angry, sparkling eyes, which demand for an explanation. She has been holding her breath, as she stood in front of him a few minutes earlier. She poured orange juice into glasses for breakfast when he walked down the stairs.

Unsuspecting she turned around and looked him straight in the eye. She has nearly dropped the bottle in shock. Jason's head ached and rumbled, but he was sure that this wasn't delusions of his brain.

Aria was standing in front of him. The girl he kissed all night. The girl, who invited him to join her in the closet. The girl who has told him that she is 19 and would go to college. But that wasn't possible. Not after he now knows that she's a friend of his sister. Alison may not know why he knows Aria.

Actually he wanted to ask her for an explanation the moment they met again. But now he sits diagonally across from her and pierces her with his eyes so subtle that no one else notices at the table. As Aria choked down the last bite of her bun, Jason jumps up. He doesn't care if he acts rude. He doesn't care that his mother calls angrily after him. He wants to go away. Immediately.

Aria waited some time before she has moved away from her friends out of the garden to go to the toilet as she told them. But that isn't the reason she has gone into the house. Instead, she is standing nervously in front of his room.

It wasn't difficult to guess which of the many rooms in the house Jason's is. The loud music that echoes out of the room into the hallway, has betrayed him. Aria knocks timidly on the wooden door.

"Who's there?" Jason asks from inside slightly annoyed. "It's me, Aria." She replies softly. Instead of asking her in, he flings open the door and stares at her. She would prefer to walk away now.

The Jason who is now standing angrily in front of her, has nothing to do with the man who she met yesterday. The one who has followed her into the storeroom, the one, who has saved her from Noel and the one, she kissed all night until she was dizzy.

Wordlessly Jason goes back a step to allow her to enter the room. Aria follows this call. "I'm sorry," she apologizes immediately, while she plays nervously with her fingers. "I'm sorry that I lied to you," she repeats. Jason doesn't respond but continues to stare at her angrily. His lips are pressed together in anger so that his lips are only a fine line.

"Did you know who I am?" Jason asks. Aria shakes quickly with her head. "No, I didn't know that you're Ali's brother", she assures him. Jason looks at her to see if she says the truth this time or whether she is lying to him again.

"So who are you?" He asks. "I'm Aria. I moved here from Iceland. But I don't study law. I do not study, at all." She says silently.

"How old are you?" He asks further. "Fifteen," Aria answers in monosyllables while she looks ashamed at the floor because she lied to him. "I'm sorry," she repeats again, but she knows that Jason hasn't forgiven her the lies yet.

"You won't tell anybody, ok? This is just between us and we will try to forget it." He says firmly. Aria just stares at him. She is sure that he liked it as much as she liked it. That he wants to repeat it. That the only thing that prevents him from kissing her are that his head and his mind are in control over his heart and his stomach.

Aria just stares at him. Now Jason is unable to classify her behavior anymore. She has to understand that they can't do this again, doesn't she? "We don't have to," she suddenly whispers at him softly. The previously small distance, Aria has even more reduced when she took a step towards him. Her hands gently lays on his chest. She lets them go up to his shoulders until her fingers are enclosing his neck.

Jason could just go back or push her hands off, but he doesn't. Instead he stares at her. "I don't want to forget. And I don't want to stop." Aria says softly. "I won't tell anyone. None of the girls and especially not Alison. But I don't want us to stop." She says.

"It can be our secret," she whispers into his ear now. Her warm lips move with light kisses from his ear down his neck. Jason closes his eyes in pleasure. Maybe she's right, it flashes through his mind. It can be their secret. No one will know, no one expect themselves.

She wants it. She suggested it herself. Then it is ok, isn't it? "No feelings, no fits of jealousy and not a word to anyone." He whispers as he has his eyes still closed. Aria smiles. She has convinced him. "Yes," she breaths in his ear.

"Promise," he asks her. Aria looks at him briefly irritated. Why is it so important? But if it is important to him, she is ready to give him this promise. "I promise," she replies. Jason doesn't hesitate a second anymore. He embraces her face with his hands and presses his lips against her reddened, soft lips.

So this is beginning of my new story. What do you think? I hope you did not find many grammar mistakes. But always remember, I am not a native speaker so please be nice ;D

What do you think about the last episode of pll and Jason's return? I'm so excited to know what happened between Jason and Aria during the time jump. :)