More Than Friends

Seven

It didn't take long to find Aiden all alone on the second floor, looking out at the dark neighborhood from the balcony. If I was ever going to confront him, it had to be now. I was going to stop whining and complaining, for once tonight, and actually do something about my problems. However, I knew it wouldn't be easy. While nothing could really justify Aiden's behavior, that didn't mean his side of the story didn't count for nothing either. Considering other people's emotions sucked, no wonder I had stopped doing it.

The second I walked out on the balcony, he turned to see who had followed him. When he saw it was me, he looked away disappointed. I closed the doors behind me so we could have some privacy and talk things over.

Who knows, I thought, maybe this won't even have to get ugly.

"What do you want?" He asked, without even the nerve to ask me to my face.

"Oh, uh... I just thought I'd see if you were okay." I replied, as kind and genuinely as I could.

"Why? It's none of your business." He snapped back at me.

"Hey, what's your problem?" I asked him, this time not so kindly.

"Excuse me?"

Perhaps it wasn't wise to raise my voice at him like that, but it was so difficult not to become infuriated by his attitude. I had to remind myself not to lose my own temper though, and lowered the menacing tone in my voice. It didn't matter why I was angry, and getting angry wouldn't help me figure out why he was.

"What's your problem with me?" I asked him, again.

But, he chose to ignore me. That's when I gave up. How could I not be pissed after that? And in the heat of the moment, I marched straight up to him and made him look at me, forcing him to turn back around. He seemed surprised, so was I, but I wasn't going to stand back and take his bad attitude towards me anymore.

"Ever since I arrived, you've been nothing but rude to me. I honestly don't mind that you might hate me, for whatever reason, but that doesn't mean you should go off and make it obvious to everyone." Jealous or not, I was going to make him explain himself to my face. "Well? What's your problem?"

Even with my hands on him and my face right up to his, he refused to answer. I was just wasting my time. If he wanted to ignore me, then I'd just do the same to him. It was irritating, but what was I supposed to do about it, beat him up? Letting him go, I proceeded back inside the house, to start ignoring and avoiding him myself. Then he decided to open his mouth again.

"You like him, don't you?" I froze. "Connor. You like Connor."

How was I supposed to respond to that? In my head, I knew the answer, but looking back at Aiden, it wasn't the one that would come out of my mouth.

So he was jealous the whole time. He's jealous of me, but why? Is he jealous of our friendship, or does he really like Connor too?

"W-what? Are you crazy? No, of course not! He's just my friend, and he's also a dude... I don't like him... like that. We're just—"

But he stopped me in mid sentence, pressing his soft lips against mine. He didn't hold back either, and before I knew it, he grabbed me and reeled me closer towards him.

"Aiden?" I managed to yell out, but he managed to pull me back into his grip.

The more I struggled, the tighter he held me. My arms were trapped between our bodies, while his began to run down my back, his hands making their way inside my shirt.

What the hell? He wasn't jealous of me, he was jealous of Connor?!

When I suddenly felt his tongue, I knew this was going too far and found the strength to push him away, but it was a too late.

Aiden looked alarmed, but not just because I had pushed him, but because we had both been caught in the act. There was no need for me to turn to figure out who it could have been, of all people that had just witnessed this mess, but I did anyways. Connor stood in the doorway, and by the look of it, had seen enough to make the wrong assumption.