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Chapter Six
"Jenny," Avery entered her friend's apartment. Jennifer lived with her mother, her father had left them before she was born and she never had the chance to have any siblings with her workaholic mother. "I need your help for the test. I tried Dean, but he sucks at math too."
"Jen?" She opened the door to the black and pink themed bedroom. Her hand flew to her mouth in horror. "Jenny!" She dropped to her knees besides her. Jenny was lying on the bedroom, her face pale and her veins prominent. A clear bag of cocaine clutched in her hand. She was deathly still though Avery could see some light left in her eyes.
"No, no, no." Avery murmured. She lightly touched Jenny's face, trying to get her to focus on her. "Jen, come on. Don't do this." Jenny was staring at Avery, her eyes barely moving. Anyone could figure that this were her last moments. "Please." Avery cried out softly. She dropped her head to rest on Jennifer's forehead, shaking her head as she saw the life leaving her friend's body.
A loud cry erupted out of Avery's throat, she rapidly fumbled for her phone, keeping her eyes on Jenny. "It's okay, I'm gonna get you help. You're gonna be fine."
"911, what's your emergency?" A female's voice said through the phone.
"My friend, I think she overdosed." Words were falling quickly from her mouth.
"Miss," The female said. "Where are you?" She said the address of Jenny's house, distantly hearing someone shouting to send an ambulance to said address.
"Miss, what's your name?" The female asked.
"I'm Avery." Avery sniffled. "Look, you gotta help her-"
"Help is on the way." The women said. "Avery, can you tell me if she's still moving?"
"I don't know." Avery cried. "I don't know." Her phone dropped from her hands.
A kiss on her cheek woke Avery up, she opened her eyes to see Dean hovering over her. A smile on his face. "I didn't mean to wake you up." He said softly.
"It's fine." She said sleepily. She noticed she was still lying on the couch, one of the blankets draped over her figure. Dean was fully dressed in his old clothes. "Are you going back to Spencer's?"
"Yeah," He nodded. "It's really early." He looked at his watch. 5:30 A.M.
"Can I come?" Avery asked, sitting up. "I'm going out anyway to get my car."
"Sure," Dean replied. "We've got time." She leaned forwards to kiss him before pulling back and glancing at herself under the blanket. He chuckled. "I think we ruined my couch." She said.
"I didn't hear you complain." He smirked. "In fact, I think I did hear you-"
"Okay." She said loudly. She got up, wrapping the cover around her body. "I'm going to get dressed." She tripped on the way, hearing Dean's laughter as she almost fell. A few minutes later, she came out of the room with a black V-line t-shirt and light blue jean shorts and her favorite pair of Vans. She was throwing her up in a messy bun by the time she finally arrived at the living room. Dean was waiting with a thermal cup in his hands.
"Is that coffee?" She asked, pointing at it. He nodded, handing it to her, his eyes looking over her messy appearance. "God, I love you." She eagerly took a large sip of the warm liquid, enjoying the way it traveled down her throat, warming her whole body.
"Come on, beautiful." She followed Dean out of the apartment, making sure to lock the door after her. Once they arrived at the Hastings's house, she had finished her coffee and felt the buzz that caffeine gave her.
"Hey, is it okay if I go talk to someone?" Avery asked him, he followed her gaze to the house next door, a guy was unloading boxes from his car.
"Yeah, meet you back at the house?" He said, she agreed, leaning on her toes to kiss him. Unaware that Jason was already watching her from his place outside his childhood home.
Dean went inside the barn for a quick change of clothes and grabbed the newspaper on the way out. He seated himself in the kitchen with a cup of coffee and had just picked up the paper when Spencer came down the stairs, talking on her phone.
"You're up early." He observed, not looking up.
"Yeah," Spencer moved towards her bag that was sitting on the counter. "I have to go talk to somebody before school."
"Okay," Dean made a move to get up. "I'll grab my jacket."
"No, Dean." Spencer protested. "You don't have to come."
"Yeah, I do." He interjected. "Your folks hired me to be with you at all times."
"Okay, I get it. but this...my friend. You're gonna make him very uncomfortable."
"Why the pause?" Dean asked, narrowing his eyes.
"What?" Spencer said uncertainly.
"You paused before you said friend. How come?" He said.
Annoyance flashed through Spencer's eyes. "Because he's my next door neighbor. And he's also my-it's complicated. Okay?"
"You're making it sound more and more inviting."
"Dean, seriously, please." She adjusted her bag on her shoulders. "He just got out of rehab himself and if my sitter tags along to chaperone-"
"It's my job."
"It's annoying." Spencer shot back. "Okay? I'm not going to meet him behind a dumpster to cook meth. I'm just walking next door." She looked out for Jason, finding him chatting with Avery. Her eyes widened, this was trouble.
Alison suddenly threw her head back, giggling at the view in front of her.
"What is it, Ali?" Emily asked, they were all lounging in the Dilaurentis backyard, gossiping and talking as usual.
"Jason." Alison answered, a smile on her face. All the girls turned their heads to see what she was looking at. Jason was talking to Avery, who had come to pick Aria up-much to the younger sister's dismay. Avery was laughing, her hand covering her mouth to stifle the chuckles. Jason was smiling, gazing softly at her.
"So pathetic." Ali said. "He's making it too obvious that he's in love with her."
"Jason and Avery?" Spencer asked, her eyebrows raised in questioning. "That doesn't look right."
"Of course it doesn't." Alison scoffed. "She has a boyfriend."
"What was his name again?" Hanna asked.
"Dean," Ali supplied. "He's totally hot." She looked at Aria, who was preparing her bag to get up. "What do you think, Aria?" She said. "Jason or Dean."
"Avery would definitely pick Dean," Aria said. "He's been her boyfriend since she was like fifteen or something."
"I don't think she even knows Jason likes her." Spencer said.
"That's why I said pathetic." Alison said before getting up from her chair and grinning. "Watch this girls." She waved at Avery. "Hey! Avery." Avery's head snapped towards her, the small smile that was there fading, she began walking to them, Jason on her heels.
"Where's Dean?" Alison asked the older girl. "I thought you didn't go anywhere without him."
"Don't be a bitch, Ali." Avery said. The girls suddenly felt jealous of her sister. Avery was the only one who could stand up to Alison and leave unharmed, not even most adults did it. Her sister could call Ali a bitch and do it while smiling. The weird thing was that Alison would smile too, teasing her back, not mean teasing, but normal-friendly teasing.
Alison smiled innocently at Avery, twirling the straw of the soda she holding. "I was only saying the truth." She looked at her up and down from head to toe. The girls prepared themselves for her to diss Aria's sister. "You look good, nice outfit."
Avery was wearing her normal tank top and a pair of dark shorts with boots, her hair was braided away from her face in a french braid. This was the way she always dressed in the summer, light and fun.
"Thanks." She said, oblivious that Jason was checking her out too. "Aria, you ready?"
"Can't you just wait for half an hour? Ali was telling us this story about-" Aria was cut off by Avery's phone ringing. Alison rolled her blue eyes, already knowing who was calling by the smile on Avery's face.
"Hey, Dean." Avery said into the phone. "Yeah, I'm coming. I'm picking up Aria." She glanced at the girls and Jason. "No, it's not a problem." She said, though they could see her disappointment. Avery giggled, her cheeks blushing. "That would definitely make it up." She laughed again at something he said. "Dean, it's just an hour. We're both going to still be there after sixty minutes."
"They're going to have a date." Alison whispered, her voice loud enough for her brother to hear. "I bet they're going to have sex after."
"Ali!" Aria's face was horrified. "She's my sister."
"And your sister's pretty. She has two guys pining after her." Alison said.
"-we stay in? Order in pizza or something?" Avery was still talking on the phone. "Hot chocolate. Umm, you're sucking up to me. Something you want? Or something you already did?" She giggled again. "Fine-yeah, I can walk home… No, I don't have someone to walk me."
"I'll walk you." Jason offered, ignoring his younger sister's knowing stare.
Avery smiled. "Jason's saying he could do it-he's Alison's brother." She gestured for Aria to sit down back, a clear sign that she has time to pick her up later. "Don't stress. Okay?" She reassured Dean. "Bye." She hung up the phone.
"Jason, are you sure?" She asked. "I don't want to hold you up or anything."
"It's okay. I don't have any plans." Jason said. "I have the car keys, if you want?"
"Thanks." Avery said. Jason nodded and went inside to get them. She turned to the girls, who were strangely silent.
"Alright, Aria." She said. "Is it okay if you stay the night? I came back to pick you up late but if you want-"
"She can stay." Alison cut in. They heard Jason coming out, Avery turned to them again, holding a mock-stern finger. "Don't make bad decisions." And with that, she waved goodbye and followed Jason to the car.
"Poor Jason." Emily said after they left.
"Yeah," Ali snorted. "'Poor Jason', he's the one who can't take a hint for the last year."
"Still," Spencer said, feeling like she had to come to Avery's defense. "Avery doesn't have an idea he had a crush on her. Cut her some slack."
Alison hummed, "I guess we'll see how that plays out."
"See? Avery's talking to him, she can chaperon me. Could you just watch us from the window?" Dean followed her gaze to the house next door, feeling jealousy spark up in his stomach. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if Spencer went and interrupted their conversation.
"Okay, fine." He agreed, getting up. "Where's the cup?" Spencer looked almost helplessly to him.
"Spencer, I need an urine sample. That's the deal." He said.
"Well, I'm tapped out." She moved to leave through the door.
"Well," Dean pushed the container of water towards her.
"Hey, stranger." Avery greeted Jason. He looked up from his front porch where he was setting a box.
"Hey." He said, he grabbed another box.
"'hey'? Just 'hey'? Man, you really are a stranger." She said. "What's going on with you?"
Jason sighed, finally settling to set the boxes down and stood in front of her. "It's my mom. She's having a tough time."
"I asked about you." Avery said, crossing her arms around her chest. She wished she had gotten her sunglasses with her, the sun was killing her eyes.
"Well enough." Jason answered.
"That's not nearly-" She was cut off by Jason's eyes disconnecting with hers, she followed where he was looking and saw Spencer marching towards them.
"I gotta go." He said, taking the last box and entering his house. Spencer had just arrived to stand besides Avery when the door slammed.
"That was rude." Avery said, not noticing Spencer's suspicious of Jason.
"Yeah," Spencer said absentmindedly. "Hey, Avery. I need to talk to you about something."
"Sure," Avery turned to face her, her back towards the Dilaurentis house. "Is it about withdrawal?" Before the younger girl could reply. "Because if you're having trouble, I can help. When Dean and I were trying to stay sober, we tried to keep ourselves busy." She widened her dramatically, "Sex." She enjoyed the way Spencer seemed to squirm at her blunt tone.
"N-no, it's not that." Spencer clutched her books tighter to her chest. "It's-"
"Shoot." Avery interrupted her, looking at her watch. "I have classes. Is this a short story, or like an hour sitting worth of stories?"
"The latter." Spencer said. Avery smiled before starting to walk to her house to say goodbye to Dean. "It's about A." Spencer mumbled, though Avery couldn't hear her from the distance.
Avery opened the Hastings door, smiling at the sight of Dean reading the newspaper. "Hey, boyfriend." She sang lightly before stopping. "Is it okay if I call you that?"
"Yes, girlfriend." He got up, his hand immediately reaching to tug her towards him. "It's fine with me." He took joy at the way she chuckled and blushed at the same time, leaning to kiss her. She responded instantly, her hands supporting her on his shoulders. Dean parted her lips, his tongue invading her mouth. Avery smiled in the kiss when he groaned at the back of his throat.
"Are you sure you can't skip?" He complained, resting his forehead against hers.
"I only have twenty minutes until I have to be there." She said.
"Good." Dean captured her lips again. "Just enough time."
"That doesn't include the ride there." She kissed him once before detaching herself a step away from him. "I still gotta walk to the Brew and get my car from there."
"I can drive you." He offered.
"Thanks, but I can't keep putting off getting my car." Avery said. "See ya?"
"Definitely." Dean nodded. "I love you."
"I love you too." She pressed a kiss against his lips, she meant it as a simple brush of lips but he didn't let go, only cupping her cheek and deepening the kiss. He broke apart after they were both finding the need for air overwhelming. "I'll see you tonight."