Never Kiss Your Best Friend

Chapter 7

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Aisha's POV

That had to be the most uncomfortable sleep of my life. I twisted and tossed myself on the sofa all night long. Why did I agree to stay for a night here, again? Because I was a lazy brat, I had to deal with a smelly apartment first thing in the morning.

Life was indeed wonderful.

I sat up to look out the window. I woke up like my usual self; the sun was still sleeping and dawn was yet to arrive. I checked my phone. 5 Am. With nothing to do, and not wanting to wake up Aaron, I tiptoed toward the guest room to wash my face and brush my teeth.

I made myself at home and turned toward the kitchen, drooling over the modern black and grey kitchen counter in the middle. The chef inside me had an orgasm when I looked at the fully equipped, high-tech gas stove attached to an oven below it. I found bread and cheese, smiling at the gas stove. I cooked myself a grilled cheese sandwich as I brewed coffee.

I settled myself on the kitchen counter, the steam from the coffee turning into white flames. Water formed in my mouth and I dig into the breakfast. I moaned at the super unhealthy breakfast.

Aaron walked into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and gulped down milk as if he was dying of thirst. He looked like a monkey had just gotten a hair blow-drying session, his hair scattered over his forehead, eyes still puffy from sleep. I smirked. He was an early riser, too.

BRAAPPP!

My eyes widened. I squealed, making Aaron jump into his stance. He did not just...!

Yes, he did!

I picked the cheese slice from the kitchen counter and threw it at him, which landed perfectly on his cheek. "I cannot even eat my breakfast now. Who farts like that?"

"What the fuck?!" He looked at me as if he had seen a ghost. Soon, the remnants of sleep vanished from his eyes, the memory of last night taking place. His cheeks turned crimson from embarrassment and he ran towards his room in a flash.

I hooted, clutching my stomach from the fits of laughter that boomed in the silence. "Hahaha! Get a fucking room freshener. I can't breathe."

When I did not stop, an angry-looking man, steam flowing from his ears and nose, looked at me. I shut my lips, rubbing the jaw that was hurting. "Fuck off to your house, Aisha."

"Gladly, farting machine."

He growled from the corner, making me break down into another set of laughter. As I passed him to the living room and grabbed the clutch, the sky turned blue, giving him the feeling of the day. I opened the door, still laughing at Aaron for being so considerate about embarrassment.

There stood the girl in her adolescence. I furrowed my brows. Is she the one he was talking to in the night? Her big almond eyes looked at me with a boring expression, the black hair falling at the front to cover the breast, the long nose scrunched in disgust. She rolled her eyes; the heart-shaped lips forming a pout. It felt as if I had seen her somewhere. She looked so much like... like... I couldn't figure out who.

"Where is he?" she asked.

"Umm- he" I pointed my finger toward the kitchen.

She huffed, rolling her eyes. "Nevermind. Out of my way." She curled her left-hand fingers into a fist and cracked the knuckles with the other hand.

I gulped at the fury shining in her eyes as she stormed inside. I wanted to run away as fast as I could, but I did not want to miss what was coming in Aaron's direction. Some part of me... the very bitchy part of me was craving some drama. So, I closed the door and followed the girl.