Already home. (Aaron Tveit fanfiction)

15.-

Aaron and Amy sat with their feet up on the couch. Most of the popcorn was gone and the movie was in the Elephant part. Amy couldn't remember the last time she saw the movie, probably a few months ago, alone drinking wine. "You still have that poster that I gave you on your birthday?" Aaron suddenly asked, still watching at the TV. She knew what poster he was talking about. The one of Satine and Christian was still in her room, framed and hung. Aaron gave it to her when Amy turned 18. That was the last gift he gave her. He mailed it, probably with the last letter written. It had also been one of the last times they had spoken.

Amy put those things out from her head. She didn't wanted get sad for that in that moment. "Are you really asking? Of course! I can't put Nicole Kidman and Ewan McGregor in the trash can. And plus, that's still my favorite movie of the entire history of the cinema and Hollywood and you know that" she explained totally serious, biting her lip not to smile. "Yes, I remember how your biggest dream was to go to Paris to see the real Moulin Rouge. And I still remember how bad you cried when we saw the movie for the first time" Aaron joked, trying to tickle Amy with his left hand, not taking his blue eyes of the TV.

While she put Aaron's hand away from her, Amy looked at him for a second and he was smiling. "Well I'm sorry! I hate when Satine die! I want them to be together. They deserve it after all, you know that too!" she yelled at the end, pushing him and hitting him playfully in the arm, shoulder and chest a couple times. "Hold on" Amy continued, before he could say anything. "You never worked with Ewan McGregor, didn't you? I will die to meet him someday!" she suddenly said, this time totally serious.

She was letting her 17 year old fangirl showed for a second. Heaven knew she loved that man since she was a schoolgirl and some things never change. "No, I never did, sorry" Aaron answered, shrugging and taking some popcorn from the bowl. "Oh come on! What kind of job you had all these years!?" Amy exclaimed, trying to sound offended, putting her arms crossed over her chest. "Well, sorry, next time I'll try to get a movie, a show or a play where Ewan McGregor is so you can meet him" Aaron said. And by that time, when Come what may was playing, the old friends were almost playing the stupid game of 'which one can sound and act more offended'. It was a stupid thing that they always have done. "Fine" she said taking a single popcorn and throwing it on Aaron's face.

Tango Roxanne was starting and they didn't say anything more. But Amy could feel and glancing at him she could see Aaron at times looking at her and smiling. That didn't bother her, in fact, it was funny. She was trying not to look or laugh, but in that point, it was totally difficult not to look at those beautiful blue eyes and that handsome white smile.

So when Aaron thought that Amy wasn't looking he started to smile. "What's up?" she asked. "Nothing..." Aaron answered, trying to act totally innocent and cool. "So, you are looking at me for nothing?" she asked again, now turning her body and putting all her attention on the guy in the right side of the big couch. "Nothing..." Aaron murmured, again trying to put his best poker face.

What a boy.

Amy was watching how Satine was lying to Christian to save him. She never understood why she did that. If they were going to get away, maybe the Duke couldn't kill Christian after all. Who the hell knows. "Do you think that if Satine knew she would die so soon, she would have done what she did? I mean, go with the Majara and deceive Christian?" Aaron suddenly asked.

She did not know where the question came from. They had talked dozens of times about that film, but Aaron had never thought to ask her that. "I don't know, maybe no. But I wish they could escape together. I mean, I know she would have died the same, but... I don't even know, man" she answered, and she could feel the tears starting to form in her green eyes. The girl couldn't help it, even when she was trying to hide it. "It's sad because she really loved him and they couldn't have a real chance. Well, they both loved" Aaron asserted, and then he looked from the screen to the girl by his side. "Oh, you are going to cry again?" he exclaimed. "No..." Amy tried to lie, but hell that it was late.

The tears were running in her cheeks and she was heavily breathing from the crying. "Yes, you're crying!" Aaron said again, this time trying to put away the tears from her face, but she didn't let him. "No, shut up" Amy cried, trying to get away. "Come, here" Aaron giggled, taking her by the arms and pushing her against him, so her back was against his chest while she was lying on the couch. "You know that Nicole Kidman didn't actually die, right?" he asked joking and teasing her, because he knew how mad she got when Aaron did those things. "You are an idiot!" she laughed, turning her head around to look at him and hitting Aaron playfully in the right cheek. "You too, but I missed you. And you look beautiful in that dress, really" Aaron finally confessed. Amy could swear that he was blushing a little bit, but it was nothing compared with the red of her face in that moment. "Thank you. And I missed you too" she smiled like an idiot.

That was the only thing that Amy could say. She couldn't think straight. She wasn't expecting such a thing in that moment. Being so close to him wasn't even in her imagination. When she realized it, they were almost snuggling in her couch and it was almost so weird yet comfortable that she didn't know what the hell to do.

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Amy opened her eyes and then she realized that the screen of the TV was black, she felt asleep against Aaron. But then she realized Aaron was sleeping too. She thought of waking him up and make a bed on the couch for him, but she couldn't. At least not for a couple of minutes. After she turned off the DVD player and the TV, Amy looked at the man sleeping on her couch and she couldn't help but smile. Aaron actually looked pretty disastrous, but for her he was adorable.

His bare feet on the coffee table, his roll back and resting on the sofa back head, his shirt totally wrinkled and with three of four buttons undone, the hair looking completely messy and his chest slowly getting up and down for his quiet breathing. Amy had forgotten all those little details because of the years, but now in a second had remembered everything. And she really needed to stop for her own good, especially because she didn't know if she could control her own body and soul for much longer.

Especially because she was pretty sure that in that exact second she was falling for him again. She looked at him for a second, took a really deep breath and decided she needed to wake him up. "Aaron? Aaron?" she whispered, but he didn't move "Aaron, wake up boy" Amy murmured again, this time stroking his cheek really gently. In that moment she could feel that stupid electricity running in her damn veins at the time that she saw his eyes again. "Fuck, I fell asleep" Aaron whisper, his face totally sleepy. "I- I should go" he said again, getting up from the couch and looking everywhere, probably looking for his stuff. "What? No. It's like 3 in the morning. There's no way I let you cross alone more than half of the city in the middle of the night to go home. You can stay here. I stay on the couch, you take my room" she murmured, while she get up and start to stretch her body. Really, there was no way in hell that she let him go in the middle of the night. Probably just over her dead body. "No, I'm fine with the couch" he answered with a cute, sleepy smile and she could fell her legs became jelly. Fuck. "I-I'll go get the things to make you abed here and some of my brother's clothes so you don't ruin your suit" Amy breathed, pointing to the small hallway and going to her room. Amy rushed to her room as fast as she could, she needed a moment to breathe again, while she closed her eyes and put her hands in her face.

'Man, what hell is happening with me. I can't fall in love with him again. Not now. Not when he...' but she stopped herself because it was later for everything. It was already late.

The girl opened her closet to get an Ian's big t-shirt and sweatpants, some sheets, a blanket, a pillow and she went back to the living room. When Amy got there, Aaron was standing in front of the window, looking at the streets of Manhattan. She didn't say any word, but Amy stood there, watching his tall frame and she knew that it was definitely late.

'You have to tell him. You can't lie, not to Aaron. No after all this years. This is not the first time you tell him that you love him, come on, Amelia! He's not going to freak out, right? It's just a stupid crush for you old first ex-love and best friend, what's wrong with that?'

She never made a bed so quickly in her entire life. It took her like three seconds, but when she finished she murmured to herself "I have to tell him".

"Aaron?" she called him, almost with her heart in her throat and her hands. "Yes?" Aaron answered, turning around and looking at her. But in that moment Amy saw his dreamy eyes and knew that she couldn't do it. "I... Tell me if you need something..." Amy whispered, smiling before returning to her room and shut herself up, feeling a total and complete coward.