Yawn.
"Tired?" The brown haired boy walking besides me asks.
"No Aidan, I am full of energy. We just filmed for about seven hours. I could run all the way back home." I roll my eyes, indicating that I'm being sarcastic.
"Wanta bet?" Aidan jokes.
"No." I laugh a little. He grabs hold of my hand. I can feel a layer of blush creeping across my face.
"The sunset is gorgeous isn't it?" He asks.
"Yeah it's brilliant." I smile.
We enter our apartment. I hang my backpack on the back of the door and let out a heavy sigh as I fall back on the couch.
"Feeling okay?" Aidan lays next to me.
"Yeah I'm good, still a little stressed about Jean."
"Maybe texting her to clear it up would be a good idea." He suggests.
"Tried."
"And..?"
"She blocked me." I turn to face him.
"Crap.. maybe if she's just doing to block you then it wasn't a good friendship anyways." He shrugs.
"I guess." It's hard to think that Jean, my best friend since sixth grade, wouldn't be a real one. Plus Pierce, God what will he do? Probably pick Jean. Now that I'm thinking about it, I guess Aidan is my only true friend. He just gets me. Plus he doesn't mind my clumsy, forgetful, needy self. "Would you say we're friends?"
"Of course, maybe even best friends." He grins.
"I'd love that." I can't help but smile back. His dimples showing proudly as he laughs a little. I chuckle a little.
"What are you laughing at?" He raises his eyebrows up and down. It just makes me laugh harder. "That's mean." He pouts.
"I'm sorry you're just adorable." I say while laughing, not even thinking about what I let escape my mouth.
"Why thank you." He says while I hide my face in my palms, my very sweaty palms.
"Shut up," I mutter, "I didn't mean it like that."
"What did you mean then?" He wonders. I jump up.
"I'm going to go change." I run out of the very awkward situation and into my bedroom. I grab a white tank top and black sweatpants and change quickly.
Did I really just call him adorable to his damn face? God I'm such an idiot. And he replied with thank you? Boys are so confusing. Just say 'okay' once in a while, why don't you? At least just ignore what I say.
I start to pace around the room. Suddenly I hear a guitar playing again. No singing, the playing just starts then stops and starts again. I walk out of my room and see that Aidan, of course, is writing something. I sit next to him and look over his shoulder.
"What you doinggg?" I ask.
"Nothing." He snatches the papers and holds them to his chest.
"Lemme see what you're writing." I beg.
"Song lyrics, that's it."
"Oooo, who are they about?" Please be me, please be me.
"You'll find out soon enough."
"Oh come onn, you're boring." I stand up and walk back to my room, dragging my feet with each slow step.
"Get back here." He puts his guitar down and runs over to me, picking me up when he reaches where I stood.
"Let me down!" I wail.
"Noooo!" He spins around in a circle. The two of us laugh as we dance around the apartment.
"Hayden wake up." A voice next to me whispers.
"What time is it?" I ask as I rub my eyes.
"9 in the morning." Aidan yawns. I open my eyes and shift to face him. "We fell asleep on the couch last night." He laughs a bit.
"God," I smile, "what's next?"
"How's acting again?"
"Lovely." I add a sarcastic tone to my voice. I'm really not lying though. I took a good two years break after Harry Potter. The Umbrella Academy is kind of like my second break through. Shaking the rust off as some people may say. "How about you?"
"Amazing so far." His dazzling green eyes look into mine. Butterflies flutter in my stomach. "How about breakfast?" He asks, not breaking eye contact.
"Sounds good." I watch as he sits up, stretches, being careful not to hit me, and gets off the couch. I curl into a shuttering ball. Not just because of the fact I made complete eye contact with my crush but because I'm freezing. Aidan looks over at me.
"Are you okay?" He asks as he puts two croissants in the oven.
"Just a bit cold." I admit.
"I'll be back." He leaves the room for his. About a minute later, he comes back with a brown corduroy jacket. I smile as he puts it over my shoulders.
"Thanks.." I blush a bit.
"Sure thing." He walks back to the kitchen as the oven beeps.
