Something forbidden

Chapter three: seriously?

After a few minutes, he finally loosens his grip on me. I'm able to carefully slide out of his arms and grab his pajamas. As I carefully slide his shirt off and try putting his new shirt on, he pukes. All over himself and me. Awesome.

"You need to wake up Aiden," I sigh while poking his cheek. He doesn't budge. So I do the next best thing. Push him off the bed. He's always been a heavy sleeper so I'm not surprised when he's still dead asleep on the floor. But it gives me time to change his sheets and I do just that. I clean himself off and lay him in his freshly made bed, putting the other sheets in the washer along with his clothes and mine minus my boxers of course.

As I walk my happy ass back up to his room with a spare blanket in hand, it clicks. I never got him dressed. But it's too late. He's already awake, standing in the doorway. Nothing but boxers. Just like me. I've seen this many times before but for some reason, it feels different. My stomach feels tight and my face feels hot. I immediately look at the floor and try to think of anything else.

"Why are we both practically naked? What happened?" he asks with a slightly raspy voice mixed with confusion and anger. Guess he doesn't remember that we kissed either. Why does that hurt so much?

"Nothing, you just puked on yourself and me so I had to change your clothes and the sheets but I was too focused on getting you back under the covers so you don't get sick, that I forgot to get you dressed. I'm sorry," I confess while bowing slightly. He just lets out a sigh and walks into his room. I can hear clothes shuffling. Great. I should've kept my head in the game.

"Are you just going to stand there or are you going to come in here and sleep?" he asks while walking over to his bed, two sets of clothes in his hands.

"I was just going to go on the couch, I'd rather not keep you up," I keep my eyes glued to the floor, hugging the blanket a little bit tighter. I can hear another sigh come from Aiden, then there are feet in front of me. I look up and he has a disappointed look on his face.

"I-I mean I can go home, no worries, I just didn't want anything to happen," I ramble while taking a step back. What did I do back then to make him hate me so much? It's so awkward now. Ever since his quirk showed up, he's kept a wall up. Maybe I'm just not good enough to be one of his friends? Not like I have a flashy quirk or anything.

I turn to walk to the living room but a cold hand stops me by grabbing my shoulder.

"You can stay in my room, plus you don't have clothes and why would you have gone to my room if you were going to go on the couch?" his grip tightens on my shoulder.

"I... I remembered that I didn't get you dressed s-so I came back to get you dressed, nothing more," I mumbled just loud enough for him to hear.

"And you weren't going to get dressed?" he asks. I shake my head.

"I was going to, but my clothes are in the wash so I was just going to stay up and do the laundry," I keep my voice low, hoping he will just give up and let me go. I was wrong. He doesn't answer right away, instead, he pulls my shoulder back, making me stumble to face him. He then shoves me against the wall and places his hands on the wall behind me on both sides of my head. I keep my head down.

"So you're just going to let yourself get sick? Walk around here practically naked, not use some of my clothes, stay up by yourself to do laundry, and be there for someone else. Who the hell is going to take care of you?!" he shouts and I can't help but flinch at his tone.

"W-well you wouldn't have known if you didn't wake up, I'm sorry that I washed my clothes, I can take them out and go, I didn't want to take your clothes. One, they aren't mine, two, they are too big on me, and three, I didn't want to wake you up and ask. I don't need someone to take care of me," I turn my head to face his arm, looking for an easy way to escape. I'm too slow either way. He can catch me. I don't want to hurt him to get out.

Aiden doesn't answer. He just grips my arm and pulls me into his room, throwing me onto his bed. I don't dare say a word. He's already mad. I just keep my head down and hold the blanket tight to my body. Aiden lies next to me and stays silent. Great. Even more awkward. Every shuffle he made, made me stiffen. I'm not sure why he's so mad. It's like he's mad I took care of him yet mad I didn't do it well but also mad that I did my own thing. I'm confused.

It took about an hour for him to fall asleep. Once he did, I quietly snuck out of his room, put the extra blanket back where I found it, grabbed my clothes from the washer, put them on despite them being soaked, and moved his sheets into the dryer. I made sure the house was completely clean, made him a quick hangover treatment, and walked home. As soon as I got home, I thought Hannah was going to tease me but instead, she pulled me into a tight hug. I don't know what happened after that. I was exhausted. But when I woke up, I was in my room, in dry clothes. My head was pounding and I felt hot.