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aiden

It was around ten thirty on a Saturday morning and had it not been for Asher barging into his room and shouting at him to get up because he was making pancakes (like that was a legitimate reason for interrupting his precious sleep), Aiden would have been sleeping till noon.

"Up up up. Get your ass up!" Asher shouted in his ear, shaking him continuously as he did so.

Aiden let out a deep groan, shoving his brother away "Okay fine, for fucks sakes just get out!"

Ten minutes later Aiden found himself planted at the kitchen island, resting his forehead upon it as he savored the coolness of the wooden table.

His phone chimed in his pocket and he lazily pulled it out with one hand bringing it up to his face to see the notification plastered on his lock screen.

Matias: you up?
Matias: wanna swing by nibble nooks this afternoon?

A small smile involuntarily graced his lips as he sat up right and proceeded to reply, not noticing Asher's eyes on him while he stood at the stove.

Aiden: just woke up.
Aiden: is 2 good?

Matias: 2's cool.
Matias: I'll pick you up then.

"so" Asher began as he swung the spatula in his hand back and forth.

Aiden's lifted his gaze from his phone to stare at his brother just as he sent an 'okay' to Matias. Raising a brow, he answered "what?"

"There's this carnival next Saturday..." Asher trailed off and Aiden blinked at him, waiting for him to continue.

"which you will be going to as well, obviously... "

Aiden put his phone face down on the island and got up from the stool he was sitting on, stretching his arms in the process "okay...?"

"and we think you should let that dude tag along" Asher spoke so fast the words overlapped each other, and Aiden just barely managed to grasp what he was saying.

His brows furrowed in confusion as he leaned against the side of the island "That dude..? You mean Matias?"

Asher nodded, facing the stove to flip the pancake he was currently working on.

"Yeah. You two seem like good friends, considering you're the only one he speaks to..." the male plopped the pancake in a plate with the rest and added batter in to the pan before turning back to Aiden "so maybe it would, you know, be fun"

Aiden blinked before shrugging, stealing a pancake and taking a nice big bite out of it. "Okay sure"

Asher swivelled around, seemingly surprised. "really?"

"Yeah. He's picking me up at two. I'll ask him then"

"Okay, sure then" Asher stared at him for a moment longer, a strange look in his eyes, before he blinked and it was gone.

Shrugging it off, Aiden stole another pancake and hopped onto the island "you done yet?"

"Gimme five more minutes and then we can eat"

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"All dressed up and for what" Matias greeted him as he hopped into the the black Range Rover.

Rolling his eyes, the brunette leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms over his chest, glancing down at his choice of clothing. A simple pair of dark cargo jeans and a red sweatshirt "shut up, you idiot. All my sweats ended up in the wash"

"I just always see you in sweats. You look good" Matias said as he made a left.

Aiden shrugged, a grin involuntarily creeping onto his face, as he reached for the aux cable. "Thanks"

He didn't want to admit it, but for some reason, Aiden felt heat creep up his neck at the compliment, all the way to his cheeks. This was accompanied by a weird, foreign feeling situating itself in his chest.

He felt almost, uncharacteristically, shy, which Aiden thought was stupid. He never got shy. The feeling itself was almost foreign to him. So why...

Was that normal? Was feeling so weird about a single compliment normal?

Shaking his head to rid himself of those thoughts, he signed into Spotify and soon, music began playing from the radio.

"So there's this carnival next Saturday" Aiden started, tapping his finger on his jean clad thigh.

Matias tilted his head in Aiden's direction, but kept his eyes on the road. A telltale that he was listening.

"And.." Shit, why did he suddenly feel so nervous? And why did he chest suddenly feel so, tight? "And I was wondering if you'd wanna tag along, you know, if you didn't have any plans..?"

Matias hummed, tapping his fingers along the top steering wheel. It was quiet for a few seconds, and Aiden was almost sure the guy was going to say no.

"Sure. I don't have any plans"

Aiden sagged into his seat, a barely audible sigh of relief leaving his lips. He hadn't even known he was holding his breath.

Aiden nodded, feeling and sounding weirdly happy. He cleared his throat to try and get rid of the clear happiness in his voice.

What was he so happy for? They'd just be hanging out like they usually did. So why? Why did Aiden feel so...

Shaking his head a little, he took all those weird feelings and locked it in a little box at the back of his mind, planing to sort through them tonight and try to make sense of them.

"Cool. I'll text you the details"