Aaron T x Aaron Z| Oneshots

The Boy Next Door (Part 2)

Word Count: 2427 (stop I'm so happy with this chapter :'))) )

Aaron T's POV

He heard a knock on the front door and then his mother calling to him, asking if he could answer the door for her. He padded down the stairs, passing his parent's room to see his mother in a robe with her hands spread out on her lap to allow her nails to dry.

He threw open the front door without bothering to check who stood behind it, immediately wishing that he did when he looked up. A tall boy stood in front of him, holding a large plate. It was a boy that he recognized because he couldn't seem to stop thinking of him ever since the night before after he witnessed him fight with his mother.

"Hi," the boy said after a while when neither of them said a word. The moment was entirely awkward for the both of them, especially for Aaron when he realized that he'd been staring into his dark brown eyes. They were the colour of the chocolate his aunt would gift him during Christmas.

"Oh, uh," Aaron chuckled nervously. He wondered what the boy was doing at his house. Surely it had something to do with his fight with his mother. "Hi," he settled on saying when 'Hello' and 'what's up' sounded weird in his head.

The boy pushed his arms forward and only then did Aaron realize that he was holding a cake. It was bright yellow and spongey with a creamy white glaze. Just looking at it made his mouth water but he knew that it would be rude to just take a bite out of it right then and there.

"My mom wanted me to bring you this cake," the boy said, his voice drawing his eyes away from the dessert. He'd heard him speak before, but only then did Aaron realize how silky and modulated it was. He realized that he wanted to record it and listen to it over and over again.

Aaron forced himself to look away from the beautiful boy and glance at the appetizing cake.

"Oh, uh, thanks," he mumbled. The boy thrusted the cake into his hands as if it were burning hot. It almost fell to the ground and he apologized.

"No, no, don't worry, man, it looks great," he started to say, but the boy let out a small chuckle. Aaron almost deemed the boy unable to laugh after the fight he'd seen the night before, and how he'd spoken to the furniture movers. It was like the boy had grown up quickly and gotten used to having a voice with authority instead of one that was light and playful.

"What?" Aaron asked him as he attempted to hide the way his heart fluttered at his laugh.

"Don't eat the cake," the boy said. "It might look good but that's all it is," he said. Aaron gave him a confused look as he dared to skim the tip of his finger over the edge of the sponge cake. "Don't say I didn't warn you," the boy told him, and almost immediately after bringing his finger to his mouth, he gagged.

The icing was both bitter and spicy and full of fat. It made him want to wipe his tongue on sandpaper to rid himself of the flavor, but the boy only laughed again. Aaron tried to hide his embarrassment. Just as he was about to dig a hole to crawl into and hide from society for the rest of eternity, he heard his mother call his name.

"Aaron! Whose at the door?" She asked. Aaron ran his tongue over his teeth before turning to face his mother.

"It's the new neighbor!" He shouted up the stairs.

"What do they want?" She shouted back.

"Mom, he can hear you!" He replied.

He then heard silence.

"Aaron?" The boy asked. He turned to look at him. "Your name's Aaron?" He nodded at the boy with furrowed brows and a tilted head. "Yeah, why?" He asked. Slowly, the boy in front of him smiled. Aaron had to brace his hand on the wall to avoid falling over. How was it that the boy had beautiful eyes, an enchanting voice, and a stunning smile? He was the full package!