Endlessly and Forevermore

𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍

𝙹𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚜
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As I looked over at the blue-eyed boy in my passenger seat my stomach twisted in irritation, I didn't want to hang out with him tonight. He had been touching me a lot today and although I'm sure he hadn't meant to make me feel uncomfortable he was.

I didn't enjoy the gentle touches Francis left on my thighs as if he had permission to do so but a part of me felt like this was my fault. I shouldn't have invited him to the bakery out of selfish reasons, all I wanted was to make Aaron irritates and now having to spend the evening with the irritant was my punishment.

We were in the Mcdonald's parking lot, I sat crisscrossed in my driver's seat with my body turned towards Francis and back pressed against the car door. All of the door's handle grooves mashed against my spine and I just wanted to go home.

I couldn't yet though. I was stuck munching on soggy French fries, the sour taste of dirty grease seared my tongue and my face was stuck in its resting bitch mode as Francis rambled on about nonsense.

It felt like an eternity until we finished our food and I could finally drive home. When I had pulled into my driveway a familiar yellow Volkswagen beetle parked in Aaron's driveway next door, Sharon had just dropped him off.

As I gathered my school bag after getting out I looked over the top of my car and watched as Aaron claimed out of the backseat of the small car, the opened door revealed two of Sharon's kids screaming loudly and I noticed the way Aaron's brown eyes were stuck wide open as if he had been traumatized by his ride home. An amused smile took over my features and he glanced up noticing me watching.

He brought his hand to his head in the shape of a gun jokingly and I laughed rolling my eyes, then the driver's side window rolled down revealing Sharon, "I saw that young man." The fear on his face as he flinched at the sound of her voice made me laugh louder clutching the curved door between my fingers. Aaron covered his face with his palms embarrassed by himself before he quickly grabbed his things and shut the door thanking her for the ride home.

He waved at me and I didn't bother lifting my hand up to wave back, he didn't bother to check already knowing that I wouldn't. As he walked up the steps to his house I took note of every movement, in quiet moments when no one else is observing other than me he shredded his persona and he seemed so familiar. It was as if he hadn't changed so much, after all, he sometimes still walked with the shyness he used to instead of the confidence he now walked with. Sometimes he grew quiet while we worked stuck in his own head the way he used to, or he spoke quietly mumbling every word just like fifteen-year-old Aaron.

I knew it was selfish to feel my heart flutter at the fact he wasn't as confident and sure of himself as he seemed, I should've been happy he was less insecure and I was but it just reminded me of the version of him I fell for first. I liked being reminded of him, it put the way he acted now into a different perspective for me, and the part of me that hated him with an icy passion melted just a little.

What melted of my hatred for Aaron froze into irritation for Francis as he placed a hand on my shoulder interrupting me from my study of my neighbor. "Are we gonna go inside?" He asked with a chuckle, his thumb rubbing back and forth over my shoulder blade.

I shrugged his hand off and nodded trying to hide my annoyance. It wasn't his fault he was so annoying sometimes, he didn't ask me to invite him or for me today yes to him hanging out after work.