So, because my friends are ridiculous, they decided to give me Pie. Yes, today my prompt is Pie. Those silly people :P Lol so I made it work. Hope you find it fun, I know I did while writing it! So, also, I want to thank everyone sooooooo much. You all make me smile :] So, because I love you guys, if you ever want to give me a prompt, request something, or whatever, PM me or say so in a review. I would be more than happy to oblige :] Also, no update tomorrow, I have to help my bro get his stuff moved up to his college. Speaking of school... Bleh. I go back next Wednesday. Smh. But, I promise I will still try to update. Much love :] R&R

Disclaimer: I do not own Pretty Little Liars... Only the ideas swirling in my head...

Now, I've been in many uncomfortable positions in my life. After all, when you have someone like 'A' following you around, its bound to happen. I brought this unto myself. I should have locked myself in my room, refusing to let myself out until this night was over. But nope, I thought I could do this. I thought I could put on a brave face, be strong, and make it work.

Its times like these when I wish life had an Undo button.

Beep... Beeeeeep... BEEP... BEEEEEPPPP

My hand slammed down on my alarm clock and I let out a groan. Today was the day. Due to my Mom's insane need to entertain, I get to be shoved into a room with my ex, my crush, my snobby aunt, and my... Uh... flirty cousin.

Just when I thought my life couldn't get any worse, my phone rang.

From: Unknown Number

Hmm, the little liar has her hands full. Looks like my services won't be needed tonight... But you never know. -A

I rolled over, pulling the covers over my head. Maybe I could just sleep through today... "Aria! Wake up! Laura and Whitney will be here soon!" ...or maybe not. With a final groan, I officially got up.

After doing my hair, throwing on an outfit, and doing some quick makeup, I shuffled my way into the kitchen. "Well, good morning, sunshine!" I glared at my Mom. I wasn't in the mood for sarcasm.

She let out a tired sigh. "I know you don't want to see them. I'm not thrilled about my sister coming over, either, but can you at least try and act civil?"

"Tell that to her, not me." Here, let me explain. My Aunt Laura is loaded. Because of this fact, she considers herself superior to us in every way... Which she gladly makes known whenever the opportunity presents itself. Her daughter, Whitney, isn't much better. Not only is she a major snob, but she also likes to go on and on and on about her current boyfriends. Yes, boyfriends. She can't make up her mind, so she sleeps with whoever she's interested in at the time. Now, you can imagine how I feel, never really having an open boyfriend before. Sure, I had Noel, but we weren't technically official. And yes, there was Ezra. Of course, no one knew about that except us and the girls. So, of course, that doesn't count.

Then, there's Jason. My dead best friend's very attractive brother. You see, we've kinda had this on-off thing since I broke things off with Ezra. Both of us having feelings for each other, but I don't want to start anything with my dead best friend's older brother. I think you can see where I'm going with that. But, another reason I'm worried, is because of Whitney. She doesn't know we have a thing. She doesn't have that connection to him. All she sees is an attractive older man that does know her or, more importantly, her reputation. Not that Jason would stoop that low. Hopefully.

Interrupting my brooding, I heard a doorbell ring. Mom pulled away from the stove long enough to say, "Oh! They're here! Will you get that for me?"

I rolled my eyes for dramatic effect, but did as she asked. After plastering on my best fake smile, I opened the door and stood face to face to two blonde bimbos. Aunt Laura has had enough plastic surgery to last her a life time. It doesn't do a good job of hiding her age, but oh well. I give her props for trying. "Awh, Aria dear! Its great to see you again! Where is that little sister of mine?"

"Hey, Aunt Laura," I tried my best to sound cheerful. It wasn't working out too well. "Mom's in the kitchen."

I turned my attention to my cousin. She stood there in a jean mini, wedges, and a halter top, blonde hair falling perfectly down her tall, lean frame. Oh yeah, did I mention she's gorgeous? She smiled brightly at me, arms spread to give me a hug. "Ari!" She squealed in that fake voice that makes me want to punch something.

"Whit!" I patted her back awkwardly.

"Oh my God, I have so much to tell you. Let's go to your room." Before I could respond, she was already sauntering up the stairs. When we reached my room, she turned her skeptical green eyes around. "Its so... quaint. Very you. Ari." Once again, she did that fake voice. Only this time, she felt the urge to do that plastic closed mouth smile she uses when secretly insulting you.

"Gee," two can play at that game, "I am thrilled to see you like my room."

She tilted her head, confused by my sarcasm. "Uhm, okay. Anyways, I'm glad to see you're finally growing into your ears! I was wondering when that'd happen..." She trailed off. Wow. Low blow. I opened my mouth, ready to bash her, when she cut me off. "Anywho, I have to tell you about Jamie and Mason. They're twins, and oh my GOD are they dreamy..."

She went on and on, while I sat there, occasionally throwing in a nod, or a 'wow' when necessary. Other than that, I spent my time counting down the seconds until they leave. 6 hours, 47 minutes, 56 seconds... 55 seconds... "So Ari," I lost my train of thought she she said her wonderful nickname she made up for me. "Any men in your life?" I knew she was just asking to be nice.

I shook my head, throwing on my most nonchalant face. "As of now, not really. I had a boyfriend for a while, but it just didn't work out."

"Awh," she pouted, and used her 'sad voice', "That's just too bad, Ari. But don't worry, you've almost grown into the size of your head. You're nearly proportional. And don't worry about the girls, I'm sure they'll come in soon. If not, well, there is always plastic surgery... Assuming you can afford it." She cocked her head, eyes full of snide innocence.

That's it. This bitch is going down.

But, just as a witty comment was forming in my mind, I heard my Mom's voice yell up the stairs. "Girls, can you come help us down here?" And I was whisked away before I could go into bitch mode.

We spent the next three hours catching up and cooking food. The party was four to seven. Only three more hours of my life I had to waste. When the doorbell rang, Whitney and I rushed upstairs to touch up our hair and makeup and throw on our dresses.

I emerged in a mid-thigh length navy dress with black pantyhose and black heels. Once Whitney saw me, she gave me the same look she had when taking in my room. "It works on you." I had to remind myself not to strangle her.

I walked around, schmoozing with all my neighbors and friends of my parents. Ezra kept staring at me. Whenever he got close, I managed to avoid him by talking to someone else, and once even Whitney stopped him. I was never more thankful. It didn't even bother me that she was flirting with him. I mean, I was the one who broke things off.

"Ezra... I can't keep doing this."

"But why? We've been great! I love you! What happened?" I couldn't even look into his wounded face.

"Things just aren't the same..."

I sighed at the memory. Uh-oh. He managed to avoid Whitney. He was close now, and he was about to open his mouth... ding-dong. Saved by the bell! "I'll get it!" I mouthed to Dad, who was in the middle of a conversation with Hanna's mom. (Hanna couldn't come. She went to see Caleb and meet his mom.)

I opened the door, and there stood Jason, looking very classy in a suit. I beamed at him, which he returned. We realized we were just standing there staring, and he handed me some flowers he was holding. "Here, these are for you." I had deja vu from the first time this happened. God, I was so blind.

"Thanks, Jason." Still smiling, I moved out of the way to let him in.

As he was passing me, he whispered, "You look great." I turned to look at him, but my Mom had already captured his attention. "Jason! It's good to see you could make it!"

I wandered around a bit, but soon Whitney had grabbed my arm. "Who is that?" I turned to see who she was pointing to, but the feeling in the pit of my stomach already knew who it was.

"That's Jason DiLaurentis. Remember my friend that disappeared? Its her brother." I answered, quietly.

She got that determined look in her eyes she gets when she wants something. "W-o-w," she exaggerated the word until it was three syllables. "He is one gorgeous hunk of man."

"Uhm... Yeah, I guess he's okay..." She must have seen something in my face, because a look of realization dawned on her tan face.

"You like him, don't you Ari? Oh, how cute. Ari has a crush!" She grinned. "Hope that goes well for you." Suddenly her words were teasing, patronizing.

I'm really starting to wish I never got up this morning.

When we sat down to eat, I somehow got sandwiched in between Jason and Whitney, with Ezra and my parents right across from the table. Just as we were passing out food, my phone buzzed.

From: Unknown Number

Awh, poor Ari. Stuck in an awkward position? That's just too bad. How are you going to get out of this? -A

Great. Just what I needed. This evening wouldn't be perfect without a snide comment from 'A', now would it?

"Aria..." a soft, deep voice broke me from my thoughts. I looked up into the soulful eyes that I have grown to love. "Are you alright?"

I opened my mouth to respond, but the certain someone next to me beat me to the punch. Violence isn't the answer, Aria...

"Oh, I'm sure she's just fine! She is just a little dizzy all the time, Ari is!" I rolled my eyes.

Jason quirked an eyebrow. "And you are...?"

"Oh!" She giggled. I had to resist the urged to mock her. "I'm Whitney Vega, Aria's cousin."

"Jason DiLaurentis." He said, reluctantly. I smiled at his discomfort. That, and how he kept glancing at me. I gave him a 'I'm sorry' look, and he just gave me a brief crooked smile at me, one that made my heart beat a million miles an hour.

"Oh, well I'm pleased to meet you." She batted her long eyelashes at him.

He pretended not to notice, instead he turned to me. "So, Aria. How are you? I feel like I haven't talked to you in a while."

I couldn't help it, a small giggle escaped from my mouth. "We talked yesterday."

He shrugged. "I said feel like."

"Haha, you are so funny Jason!" The witch said, trying to get his attention. Once again, he just raised an eyebrow and shook it off.

"Uhm, anyways..." We continued idle chit chat for a while, trying to ignore the occasional comments from Whitney and the looks Ezra kept giving me.

"So about this Jason guy... Should I be worried?"

Ha, bet he thinks I was lying then. But oh well, thats done and over.

Finally, Mom looked at me. "Aria, sweetie, will you and Whitney go and get desert?" We both nodded and walked to the kitchen to grab the assortment of pies my mom made earlier.

"Will you stop making goo-goo eyes at Jason long enough to at least let me have a conversation with the guy?" She asked, obviously annoyed. Inside, I was smirking. I finally had a one up on her!

"Why? You said yourself I like him." She rolled her eyes at this.

"And don't pretend you didn't know I was interested. Come on, can I have this one guy?" she pouted. "What about the one that keeps looking at you from across the table? He's cute!"

I rolled my eyes for the thousandth time. "He's my old english teacher, smart one. But I'm good with Jason, thanks."

"Ugh! You're impossible! You and your split ends need to just go die in a hole somewhere!" I raised my eyebrows.

"In case you haven't noticed, people actually like me. For reasons other than being a skank." Call me harsh, but thats been building up for years.

Her jaw dropped, and I began to feel bad. Maybe that was out of line. "Fine." She said, monotone. "I just hope you like pie." My brow furrowed in confusion, but before I could ask what she meant, she had a banana cream pie in her hand. And it was heading for my face.

Splat. Ew. But instead of squealing or reaching for her throat, I resorted to the same monotone she used. "I'm not a huge banana fan. I prefer blueberry."

And then that was in her face. Pretty soon we were throwing pies at each other left and right. We didn't even notice when a voice said "You've been in here for a while, is everything-" I ducked to avoid getting hit again... and then I heard Whitney gasp. I turned around slowly...

"Oh my gosh! Jason, I am so sorry!" Whitney squeaked out. Before he could say anything, Mom appeared.

"Aria Montgomery what in the world is going on here?"

"Uhm..." I started nervously, "Family bonding time?"

Now, I've been in many uncomfortable positions in my life. After all, when you have someone like 'A' following you around, its bound to happen. I brought this unto myself. I should have locked myself in my room, refusing to let myself out until this night was over. But nope, I thought I could do this. I thought I could put on a brave face, be strong, and make it work.

Its times like these when I wish life had an Undo button.

I walked out to the patio, handing Jason a towel. I sighed. Refusing to meet his eyes, I said, "I'm sorry you had to witness my family rivalry."

To my surprise, he laughed. Like, a lot. "You aren't mad you got pied in the face?"

He looked at me, and I giggled. He still had some cherry in his hair. "Actually, it was kinda funny."

I nodded, then reached up, trying to get the leftover fruit out of his hair. Before I could, though, he grabbed my wrist. "Aria..." he breathed.

I felt my breath catch. Suddenly his lips were on mine. Ah, I missed this.

We stood there on my porch, covered in fruit and cream, making out where anyone could see... But that didn't matter. All I cared about was the feel of his lips on mine. My fingers intertwined with his sticky hair, and he lifted me up.

After another (short) moment, we pulled away, foreheads still touching. Suddenly, he started laughing. Slowly, I did too.

After getting control of my giggles, I asked, "Why are we even laughing?"

Still chuckling, he managed a, "I don't know..." He pecked my lips again. "But you taste like Banana Cream."