Ali had moved inside to her couch and put some music on to try to cheer herself up, but it was not working at all. So, she moved onto what always helped when she was upset...cleaning or cooking, this time around it was cleaning and by the time she was finished, her house would be absolutely spotless with virtually nothing out of place. She hadn't bothered with make-up or doing her hair, she'd just thrown it up in a ponytail and if anyone showed up, Ali would look like a totally different person, a more innocent-looking version of herself in fact. When she had no make-up on, she actually looked 19 and with the state of her mind right now, anyone that looked at her would be able to see the insecure and scared little girl inside...the part of herself that she had pushed back when she was 15.<br/><br/>Ali heard her phone go off and walked over to grab it, she read the text and smiled slightly. Will was a sweet guy,<em> God, Ali stop thinking like that!</em>, she tried to think of how to put it. "Well, she said a lot of things that I've been thinking about myself lately. I think I might need someone to talk to, um and since Bree isn't talking to me, could you come over and talk to me? I just need a friendly face right now."