Wandering around the empty streets of Rosewood whilst it was raining definitely wasn't the best idea Aria had ever made. Especially since she wasn't wearing a jacket, and her dress was clinging to her petite frame so tightly she thought it'd stick.
She was walking back towards Ezra's apartment, slowly and steadily, taking her time. Ezra's mothers' words stuck in her head like glue, running over and over them.
'He'd kill for you.'
It made Aria doubt herself, and Ezra for that matter. Would he kill for her? His own brother, perhaps? No, that's not Ezra. He's the sweetest person that she'd ever met.
It was someone she knew that was trying to kill her. Spencer had been off with her? But then so had Hanna, her father and everyone else but Ezra. She wasn't in anyone's good books at the moment. There could be a lot of people.
The only people that seemed to like Aria right now was Mike and Ezra, and she may have just messed all that up. So maybe she over reacted about it.
Her hands moved up towards her neck, the violent images flashing across Aria's mind again. There's only so much that you can block out. The way he stared at her, it gave away nothing. His eyes were way to dark to read anything. He wouldn't of actually killed her, right? No, of course not. It was probably just a silly joke.
She tried to convince herself that this wasn't true, and that there was no threat. Just a silly joke to frighten her.
But Aria knew that this was definitely no joke, this was serious.

By the time Aria had reached the main doors to Ezra's apartment building, she couldn't feel any parts of her body. Each limb was frozen by the rain and coldness, the dress causing no protection against the chilly night. It was pitch black outside, apart from the few streetlights that illuminated the street.
For a moment, she considered turning away and walking back down the street, maybe Hanna would have her for a few nights.
But there was something that needed to be said, be admitted.
She stiffly walked up the stairs, her teeth chattering together as they had done for the past hour and a half, before raising her hand up to knock on the door. Ezra must've been angry at her, so she didn't want to try her luck and just walk in.
It took about a minute for the door to swing open, each passing second feeling like an eternity before she came to see the person that she'd killed earlier. Ezra had only just stepped out the shower, and the knocking of the door caused him to groan, and slip on a pair of boxers and his long robe. During the late winter nights, Aria would sleep in it, the extra layer keeping her warm at night.
To say the Ezra was hurt by what Aria had said was an understatement. How could she say something like that? Be so heartless after everything that Ezra had done to keep her safe?
All the anger and frustration instantly disappeared as Ezra saw her. Drip wet through, shivering and fragile. Like a piece of glass about to shatter. Despite all of this, he stayed quiet, slipping off his robe.
"I need you." Aria whimpered, emitting a small sob as she spoke. In response, Ezra sighed softly, opening his arms for Aria to walk in to, which of course she did without question. He wrapped the robe around her body as she buried her face into his chest.
"Jesus, Aria. You're freezing." Ezra said worriedly, rubbing his hand up and down her arms to try and transfer some heat to her body. He pulled himself away from her, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Go take a shower, warm yourself up before you get sick."
"We need to talk..."
"After, go on." This was more of a demand, Ezra felt terrible looking at her in that state. With a reluctant sigh, Aria offered Ezra a warm smile, and disappeared behind the bathroom door.

Ezra sat down on the couch, placing down the cup of hot chocolate. He had topped it off with whipped cream and the small marshmallows that Aria loved, waiting for her to step out of the shower.
He didn't wait much longer, as the door swung open and Aria stepped out.
She lazily threw her dress and shoes onto the bed, curling her bottom lip-which had turned a purple colour from the cold-, and glanced down at Ezra. She had no idea what to do. He motioned for her to sit on his lap, a reassuring smile on his face.
Happily, Aria picked up her cup of hot chocolate, and pulled Ezra's robe tighter around her body, before taking her seat on Ezra's lap, curling up against his naked upper body.
"I didn't mean what I said, I need you." Aria said randomly, nodding in agreement with her words. "I'm tired of fighting with you..."
"I hate fighting with you, over stupid things that shouldn't even be brought up in the first place." Aria only nodded again, picking off each marshmallow to plop into her mouth. "So, um.. Work called me a little while ago, they need me in tomorrow." Ezra murmured lowly, not really wanting his words to be heard.
But the argument that he had expected to come didn't, instead she just placed down the hot chocolate and cuddled herself deeper into his chest.
"I'll miss you."
"I can call in sick, if that's what you want.. I don't need to go in tomorrow."
"No, don't stop doing what you love because of me. Go and teach some sweaty freshmen's how to read." They both laughed at this, grinning at each other playfully, before a thought popped into Aria's head, and her expression dropped.
"Everything okay?"
"I was thinking, on my way over here..." She purposely paused, not wanting to say her next words; But they had to be said. "About how I've been feeling sick and throwing up all the time..." With a reluctant sigh, she glanced down at her hands, rushing out the words. "I'm late, Ezra."
"Late?" He questioned, not quite sure what she was getting at here.
"Yes, late." She raised her brows, Ezra catching on then. "And last time, we didn't..."
Ezra's face dropped at that point, staring at her as if he was waiting for the 'April Fools!'
But that didn't come, and Aria watched him with a blank expression.
Aria wasn't completely sure that she was, or was not right here, but she could tell that Ezra wasn't ecstatic right now.
Great, just what they needed.