Where to start on this journey?, I ask myself.
I try to quickly make a list in my head and come up with absolutely nothing. I'm at a lost, an end. I have no clue what to do or how to do it. The guy I just accused of being at fault of my sister's death actually wasn't it.
I can't believe he wanted to marry her. I can't believe she didn't realize it. I wonder if she really loved him, I think to myself, Stop! Stop it right now. Don't throw a pity party for the guy that stole your sister away from you.
Then I realize if I was at fault. What if I was pulling my sister, making her choose between me and him? Before anything else could happen, a car drives up next to me, splashing me with water. And then I remember who must be driving that car.
*flashback*
"Hey you." the mystery guy says.
"Hello. . ." I start, looking at his ID, "Aiden."
"So now you know my name. Satisfied?"
"I thought it would be something embarassing or something sexier but it isn't. So far you are just a regular guy."
"Really? So all the guys don't tell you their name. You must be having fun all the time."
"Yup. It's almost like a game of Clue. Except no one is being murder."
"Right. That's a good thing."
With that, he leaves and heads to his car. As I am walking home, a car quickly hits the puddle and makes me soaking wet. Aiden stops the car and sticks his head out his window.
"Thought you needed to be awake," he says and drives off.
*end of flashback*
"Aiden!" I scream.
I see him through the back window laughing.
I'll give him something to laugh about, I thought.
"What the hell do you think you are doing?" I yell.
"Just trying to have fun."
"Yeah well don't have fun making other people wet and cold." I say, trying to trick him into giving me a ride home.
"Lemme guess. You are trying to trick me into giving you a ride. Well it isn't going to work."
"But Aiden," I say in a little girl voice.
"But nothing." he firmly says.
"Please."
"Fine."
"Wow. You break easy." I say, getting into the car.
"Great. Now I got to clean the seats."
"It's your fault for getting me wet."
"Whatever," he says.
Without another word, we drive off.
