Illicit Affairs

thirty. time to start over

The next day, I decide that enough is enough. I can't be stuck in the college dorms forever, and I don't want to force Aria to just pause her life for me. It's plainly selfish, and I know I can't live with myself if I continue to do that.

At that perfect moment, Aria walks in to our room with a bunch of snacks in her hands, and she says, "I went to the vending machine. Is this all that you wanted?"

I feel embarassed suddenly because during my time in mourning of my parents, I've been picking up on habits like these; eating junk food every single day has been a strange way for me to feel better, even if it doesn't actually help me out. I commonly pick up on practices that make me feel busy in order to distract me from my mind.

It's time to take a break from all of that. I tell Aria, "can you take it back?"

"Where?"

"Anywhere but here," I simply tell her.

She shrugs, and then drops the snacks into a bag hanging on her wall. She finally closes the door behind us, and she sits on a chair, using the small wheels on the bottom to practically spin herself around the room.

"You are crazy, you know that right?" I tell her.

She giggles, and says, "I can't hear you! I'm having too much fun!"

She's so random, but after a few seconds of watching her, I can even feel myself getting dizzy. I can't even imagine how she's feeling.

At one point when she gets near me, I forcefully grab onto the chair which makes her stop suddenly.

"Hey!" Aria yells at me.

"Babe, there was no way you weren't dizzy while you were doing all of that."

She scoffs and says, "I'm not weak."

"Yeah, well, I guess I am."

I pull her in for a quick kiss, and then she asks, "what's that all about?"

"What do you mean?"

"The kiss."

"I can't even kiss my own girlfriend?" I ask her dramatically.

Deep down though, I know what she means. Despite us declaring our love for each other, I haven't really been initiating anything like that. From my piles of schoolwork to my parent's situation, I've been depriving myself of the time I need with her.

And like I mentioned before, I feel selfish for acting that way. I'm not even sure if it makes sense, but it's how I feel.

I tell her, "do you want to go on a date?"

The corners of her mouth curve upward, and she says, "of course."

"We can go get dinner together? I know this amazing restaurant in the city."

Our campus has the luxury of being near a city, and sometimes, I feel like I don't take advantage of it. Haven't I been here nearly two semesters? Yet I don't even know much about the city, like what stores are the best to shop at and which activities are the best to avoid.

The only thing that's stuck with me is the quaint restauraunt that's on the corner of a quiet street, outside of the heart of the city but in a place with enough people around where it doesn't become uncomfortable. I've gone once or twice with Spencer, and I look forward to taking Aria to my secret discovery.

I want it to become our place, rather than just mine.

"Just let me get ready and we can leave soon, alright?" Aria asks carefully.

I nod, and I feel excited about a change in scenery with the person I love the most. I eye her as she picks through clothes in her closet, and then lays them on her cozy bed.

"Is it okay if I change here?" She asks innocently.

There goes that familiar smirk.

"You always know that it's okay," I respond.

She smiles, and then makes her way to her bed, which is right in front of me. She pulls off her loose grey t-shirt, and leaves her perfect body in my sight.

It's fun having a girlfriend, especially when your girlfriend is also your roommate. Right in front of you. I don't know what exactly comes over me, but I decide to stand up and wraps my arms her body.

I can feel her body instantly relax, and she says, "what are you doing?"

"Maybe the restaurant can wait for tomorrow?" I suggest, all the while a matching smirk is on my face.

"You don't have to tell me twice," and then she puts her lips on mine.

It really is fun having a girlfriend.