It was a rough day for Aria. You were gone all day, she didn't get any of her homework done, and all she could think about were all the shitty things that your friends were saying about her. "Psycho obsessive bitch,""Attached weirdo.."

How much more of this before you finally speaks up? Aria has been dealing with this kind of thing for a year, but it's always been swept under the rug because she just loved you that much. She knew the circumstances: your friends don't like Aria so they'd likely stop being friends with you if they found out that the two of you were dating. That doesn't change the fact that words can still hurt. She sighs, rolling over in bed to peer over at you.

"Hey.. Can we talk?" Her voice was little. More so than it usually was. She slowly, almost hesitantly reached out to take your hand, loosely intertwining her fingers with hers. "S-Sorry for bringing this up, but.. Are you.. Ever gonna tell your friends that we're together..?" Her voice cracked a little, but she'd be damned if she cried. She's shed enough tears over this already.