Pretty Little Liars belongs to Sara Shepard and Freeform.

I do not take credit.

The next morning I wake up and feel like I had gotten hit by a truck. My head is pounding from a headache, my vision seems worse than normal without my glasses on as I look up at the ceiling. For a split second I forgot all about the day before but once I do remember and that swarms my brain I don't even want to get out of bed. So in response to not wanting to do anything I roll over to my side. The problem is I do it so fast that my foot hits the wall and my eyes immediately swell in tears.

"Mmmmmm!" I groan in pain.

"Shit, Jessie." I hear from behind. "Are you trying to break something else?"

I'm totally confused for a second, but I don't turn around. Why am I confused? Well I'm in my room but that was definitely not Aria's voice. I'm almost positive that it was…

"Han?" I say, still not turning around.

"Yea." She says. Then I hear a thud of feet hitting the floor and feel as she sits on my bed. "I slept over."

I stare at her as she decides to slowly hop over my legs and sits up against the wall. "You did?"

She nods and hands me my glasses. "I did."

I put them on and start to think. "I don't remember that."

"I know. It was a last minute decision. You had already fallen asleep."

"Oh." Now I turn a bit. "Just you?"

She nods. "Just me. Spencer wanted to check on Melissa and Em had explaining to do with her mom."

My ankle starts being stubborn and not giving me a chance to properly wake up or get comfortable as I try to sit up, feeling pain shoot up my leg. I do my best not to scream but for a split second my eyes dim out a bit and spots appear.

"Where's Aria?" I say to keep her from noticing my second of pain.

"She went to get lunch from the Brew with your aunt. Your uncle is at work and Mike is still sleeping."

My vision comes back and I look at the clock. It's a little after eleven. "Oh man, I wanted to sleep in. Why am I up."

"Dream?"

I give her a confused look. "What about it?"

"You were a bit fidgety just before you wok up. Were you dreaming?"

"Oh." I start to think, my face most likely going into my goofy sticking out my tongue phase whenever I'm in deep thought, because she starts smiling a bit. "I actually don't remember."

She raises her eyebrows. "Really?"

I nod.

"Then that's good right?"

"I…"

She interrupts me. "You don't usually remember your dreams unless they are nightmares or memories of your family. So if you don't remember anything then you had a good dream."

"How did you know that?" I say with raised eyebrows.

Her face turns a bit red. "Overheard you talking to Spencer about it one time."

"Oh."

She nods a bit. "Didn't mean to overstep on the info. I know it's not my place to know stuff like that."

I give her a confused look. "Why would you say that?"

She shrugs. "I don't know. Just feel since we aren't really that close that things like this I shouldn't know. Seems more private and something family and close friends would know."

I'm quiet for a second. "Han. It's not that you shouldn't know. It just never came up." Now my ankle is throbbing really bad. "I tell you things. It's not like I haven't before."

"But it's not the important things."

I think for a few seconds. "I know. You just never seemed interested."

"I am interested." She says in a concerned voice. "I know I have my ups and downs when it comes to certain things. Sometimes my mood seems mixed, and mostly that's because of Mona getting to the point where she doesn't want us to make our popularity go downhill. We helped each other get to the top and she's afraid to go back down. But you are my friend too. I want to know what's going on in your life. Em, Aria and Spencer don't have to be your only close friends. Let others in."

I go to say something but the pain from my ankle shoots up again.

"You okay?" She asks.

"Mhm."

She gives me a look. "Don't lie. I can see the pain all over your face." Clearly I'm not hiding the emotions very well.

"It's just my ankle."

"You make it seem like it's a small thing to be worried about. You broke your ankle last night."

I slowly nod. "Thank you captain obvious." I say sarcastically. "I had no idea."

She slightly smiles. "Well, you're acting like it's no big deal."

"I'm fine."

"Are you?" She raises her eyebrow.

"Yea. I just need to take my pain meds and I'll be good."

"Okay." She says. "Want me to go get that?"

"I need to eat first, so I have to wait till Aria and Aunt Ella get back." I start to swing my legs over my bed. "Until then…"

"Whoa. What are you doing?"

"I need to use the bathroom."

"Ohh."

I laugh and nod. "Yep…can you help me up?"

She smiles. "Of course."

Maybe a half hour later me and Hanna hear a door slam from downstairs, assuming it's Aria and Aunt Ella getting home. For the time they weren't home we had talked about nonsense for awhile. I let her in about my feelings of how I was doing with still struggling about my family and about feeling crappy that I couldn't be there at the game last night. Even let slip that I feel bad that I let my friends take care of me all the time with things I should be handling on my own, like bullies and my breakdowns.

"That's what friends are for." She had said. "They pick you up when you're down."

"Even you?"

She smiles and nods. "Even me. I may not know you as well as the others but I am willing to if you want to let me in."

I was feeling so comfortable with her that when she told me to put my ankle on top of her legs I didn't bother arguing.

"Look who's awake." We hear Aria as she walks into the room.

We both look at her and I can't help but laugh. She has the biggest smile and most dramatic entrance as she models a bag of food from the Brew.

"Did someone order a creamed cheese bagel with their medicine?"

I try to hold in a laugh. "No offense, Ria. But modeling food isn't very attractive, kiddo."

She smiles and hands me the bag then my pill. "Maybe if you were into me it would have been."

I put my eyebrow up. "Maybe, but considering that I've known you since we were three that would be weird being into someone that is practically my sister even if I did like girls." I then start to eat my bagel.

"Oh…right."

I half laugh at her. "But I guess I'm flattered that you'd want me to be into you?"

She laughs and sits on the edge of my bed. "Sure as hell better be. I'd be the luckiest girl in Rosewood if I was dating the most gorgeous girl in town."

I choke on my food and then look at her. I can feel my face getting red. "You must be high."

"Why do you always do that?" she asks.

"Do what?"

"Make it seem like you aren't pretty? Every time someone compliments you, you just give them a look and say something like what you just said."

"Because I don't see what anyone sees in me. I'm still shocked that Andrew still even likes me."

She holds my eyes for awhile, which starts to get me a bit uncomfortable. So I shift my eyes to Hanna and I see her giving me the same look. I already know I'm about to get some type of lecture for what I just said as soon as Aria started to give me that look. Every time I make some type of comment about my appearance she gives a speech to make me see better in myself. It's appreciated but everyone has their own thoughts on how they look. I'm sure she is no different. But as usually I'm the one digging myself into a hole by letting what I think slip on things like this when she keeps it to herself. I really need to work on not letting out too much info on what I'm feeling when it has something to do with doubting myself.

"First of all, Andrew likes you because it's his feelings. He liked you for you even when you weren't seeing the good in yourself after Zander broke your heart. You shouldn't doubt his reasoning on why he likes you. Second, whoever keeps putting in your head that you aren't a pretty girl needs to get smacked."

"No one said anything to me."

"I know for a fact someone did. How recent I couldn't guess, but the only times that you think this way is when someone mentions that you are ugly or something is wrong with you. Nothing is wrong with you and you better stop thinking that way."

"Aria…I hate to say it, but your opinion doesn't count because you have to say stuff like that."

"I think my opinion counts the most because I'm your best friend."

"No, being my best friend is exactly why your opinion can't count. You're obligated to say these types of things. Just like it is for family."

"I can't believe we are having this conversation again. We have it like once every other month."

"Then stop arguing with me. Let me think how I want. Is it really that hard?"

"Guys." Hanna says, but Aria didn't pay mind.

"Of course it is!" Aria says loud enough to make me jump. "Because every time you think this way you don't tell me, and then you're upset for days until I get it out of you. You let everyone who said those things walk all over you and you don't stand up for yourself. If I don't say something then you'll let it slide and continue to think the way they tell you. The bully's opinions are the ones who shouldn't count. Don't say that mine and your other friends don't matter. We are the ones routing for you because we actually care."

It gets quiet and I decide to just shut up and take my medicine. It's too early to get either of us worked up over something I'm constantly over thinking just because others who don't know me say so.

Finally she breaks the silence. "So how is your ankle?"

I look at it while it's still resting on Hanna's legs. "Hurts like a bitch."

They both nod and have a bit of concern on their faces.

"Well if it didn't hurt before the pain med then I'd be worried." Aria says.

I half smile and she smiles back, then it fades a bit. Every time we get into an argument it gets us both into an iffy mood depending on how bad it was. This one wasn't as bad as some of the others we've had but it was enough to get me a little on edge, mostly because now I'm over thinking my side of the conversation. It was stupid to ever say that her opinion doesn't count just because she's my best friend. In fact, her opinion should be number one, just like she told me. But I'm hard headed and made up something to make her feel bad about it just because I got in a bad mood.

My phone then starts to buzz and I grab it from the nightstand. I'm hoping it's Andrew or one of the girls from the team but it's just my luck that instead it's Amber calling me, so I ignore it. But as usual when I don't answer she decides to text me.

"Hey loser! Heard you broke your ankle. Good luck running away next time I see you."

I roll my eyes. "Do me a favor and lose my number." I decide to reply back.

"Who's that?" Hanna asks.

I look at her and shake my head. "Amber."

"You kidding me?" Aria says. "Does she ever leave you alone?"

"No." I look down at my phone. "She wants to be a pain in the ass as always."

"What is she saying?" Aria asks.

"Just that the next time she sees me I won't be able to walk away fast enough because of my ankle. Told her to lose my number but she'll never pass the opportunity to bother me."

"How about you block her number?" Hanna says.

"That may just make it worse."

"How much worse can blocking her number get?" She says. Then as if she caught herself saying something stupid she looks over at Aria with a weird expression and her face turns a bit pale.

"What?" I ask.

"What?" Hanna and Aria say at the same time, Aria giving me that same look she always has when she's hiding something.

"Why are you looking at each other like that."

"Like what?" Hanna asks.

I consider for a second whether I wanted to even bother. I know I'm not going to get a straight answer from either of them. So I shake my head instead and say. "Nevermind." Then I look back to the phone. "I don't know how much worse blocking her can get but I rather not risk it."

I see Amber's name as my phone flashes on and open the text. "You're such a dork. You're lucky you even have friends, and sure as hell are lucky that I haven't broken your nose yet."

"Well unlike your friends, mine actually care about me. Now leave me alone." I say back.

"Jessie." Aria says in her soothing concerned voice and it makes me look up at her. "You ignore her calls and texts all the time. She won't even notice the difference."

For a second I'm sure if I want to pursue this. Then I think about it, having days without her in my cyber life would be great. I already blocked her from Facebook, so why not her number too?

So I nod. "Yea." I get a text and it's something not worth repeating. "Let's do that."

They both nod, Aria rockets over to her desk to grab her laptop and then zooms back to my bed.

"Hyper much?" I say with a slight smile as I watch Hanna give me the same hesitant smile back to me.

"Just excited that you're finally listening to me."

"I listen to you."

"Not often with advice you don't."

"Guess where I get that from?"

She side looks at me and gives me a warning look.

I just laugh and put a goofy smile. "Love you!"

She smiles at me and leans in for a hug, setting her laptop aside. "I love you too." She lets go and grabs her computer again. "Now let's block this bully."