So, I've had this idea swirling around in my head for a while. Not only have I wanted to write Jason's POV, but I've also wanted to write some Past!Jaria. So, I figured out how to do that. Hope you like it :] Also, I have turned on anonymous reviews. Lol sorry to everyone without an account! I didn't realize it was on.

This blows.

I tore open another drawer, desperate to find my stash. Damn... Where the hell could it have gone?

Suddenly, I stopped. Alison... Dammit! Why does she always have to do this?

I stomped down the steps, looking for blonde hair, when I heard giggling. Fantastic. She brought Charles' Angels with her. I thought it was coming from the front of the house, when I saw a familiar figure standing out on the porch. "Alison!" I yelled. She looked up from whatever she was doing, rolled her eyes, and started walking around the side.

"I know you have it!" I yelled, following her. "Alison, hey! Dammit Alison, come here! Come here, hey!" Finally, I grabbed her arm, whipping her around to face me. As I suspected, her four friends were here with her, but I didn't care about them right now. "Hey, stop messing with my stuff, alright? You and the power puff girls just stay out of my room." I tried to walk away with that, knowing I'd have to search the house for it anyways, but she stopped me.

"What are you afraid I'd find in there?" She knows exactly what she'd find in there. Hell, she's already taken it.

"Look, just stop messing with people," I countered.

"No challenge with you and your little stoner buddies. All you need is something shiny on a piece of string," her smug tone mocked me. I heard collective giggles behind her. Ha, she wouldn't understand. They wouldn't understand. They're all perfect. All Mom and Dad see is their 'Little Angel'. If only they knew how she really was... but I gave up on that a while ago.

I intended to leave with one last glare, but of course, Ali wasn't done. "Watch him, ladies. He's got trouble with doorknobs." I rolled my eyes, but focused extra on opening the door. I slammed it shut behind me for emphasis.

Sighing, I started looking around the living room... Only to knock over a lamp. I groaned. I could really use a blunt right now. Mom and Dad are gonna kill me. Muttering a few choice swear words, I continued to stomp through the house. After looking through Mom and Dad's room, Alison's, and the bathrooms, I went back to the living room. Since it wasn't in any of the cushions, I looked under the couch. Great, nothing.

"You're not going to find it under there, you know." A voice startled me. Quickly standing up, I saw one of Ali's friends standing there. Aria, I think.

I rolled my eyes. Great, someone else to judge me. "Shouldn't you be outside playing Barbie or whatever the hell you guys do?"

She shrugged, my sarcastic comment just rolling off her back. "Fine, I was going to help you, but..." Wait, what?

She started walking to the door. "Hey, wait!" I called after her. She turned around, a small smile on her face.

"Yes? Make it quick, I have to go back and play Barbies." Her tone was light and innocent, with a layer of sarcasm. I had to resist the urge to laugh. She tucked her pink-highlighted hair behind her ear. I looked at her for a second, wondering why she was friends with Alison. She didn't exactly look like someone Ali would want to be friends with, and vice versa.

"Uhm... What did you mean you were going to help me?' I recovered, realizing I was staring. She walked towards me.

"Just that. I mean, I'm pretty sure we both know it wasn't a magazine she took." she said. I wasn't sure what she meant, but shrugged it off. I followed the younger girl into the kitchen. She opened up the oven. Aria turned around and held out my bag.

I took it out of her hand, still confused. "Why are you helping me?" I asked.

She shrugged, avoiding my eyes now. "I'm tired of Alison messing with people, too. And, while I don't approve of it, it wasn't right of her to take your weed. That's yours."

I furrowed my brow. When I didn't respond, she shook her head and began to move to the door. "Wait!" I yelled, after I processed everything. She turned around, like I had hoped. "Thanks." She nodded a reply. "Can I ask you something?" Another nod, this one more reluctant. "Why are you friends with Ali?"

She looked thrown off by my question. "Uhm..." she stuttered, "I guess because our parents are friends. I don't really know... why?"

I felt bad for making her feel uncomfortable. "I guess you just don't seem like her type, that's all." she started to get this look on her face, but I quickly realized my mistake. "Oh, no! That's not a bad thing. I guess I thought all her friends would be like her."

She shrugged. "Well, we're not."

I nodded, agreeing. "How'd you get away?"

She half smiled. "Bathroom break. I'm sure she knows, but whatever. She'll live."

I smiled at her, the first real one I have in a while. "Well, you should get back. Thanks, again. I doubt I would have found it there."

She smiled back. For some odd reason, I felt light. She looked good when she smiled. "You're welcome."

She moved away again. I don't know what made me do it, but suddenly I was calling for her again. "Hey, Aria..." She turned around again, obviously confused. "I like your hair." she blushed, and turned away. For some reason, that made me feel good.

Instead of smoking, as I intended, I went up to my room and looked out the window. She was right, none of them are like Alison. But I don't think anyone of them besides her would have done that for me. It felt nice, knowing someone cared. Also, it was something I wasn't used to.

I sat down and turned on the tv, not in the mood to do anything. For the first time in I don't know how long, I spent a day completely sober. And I have no clue why.