Change Me

Chapter 23

Hi all!
I'll keep this authors note short!

This is the latest chapter!
It took me while to write and also I apologize for the mistakes and typos! I've gone over the draft a couple of times but in case I missed anything sorryyy

I hope you enjoy!!
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Ayden POV:

"Do you have everything?"

I look at analie, she's stuffing some clothes and a blanket into a duffle bag. I sit on her bed while she grabs a couple more things to spend the night.

I don't want to get in her way or grab something I'm not supposed to while she's getting her stuff ready.

"I'm only going to your house... which is next door to my house," she laughs lightly at me.

Man, I really like her laugh. Whether she's giggling or laughing wholeheartedly, her laugh is beautiful.
Oh man, I have got to stop being this cheesy.
She's Just a normal girl.... A girl that I may or may not have some feelings for.

Oh man, what is going on with me; I've never been like this with anyone. I've never even shown an interest in anyone like this.
How do I continue to function normally around her when I'm already having trouble keeping my cool right now.

"Are you okay?" she asks, looking at me, brows furrowed and a suspicious look on her face.

"Yeah, I'm good. Why?"

"Well, you look kind of out of it, and you have this look like you're struggling to breathe" She kinda laughs at the last part she says

I laugh, too, as I was holding my breath without even noticing. I am too preoccupied with my feelings swirling around to realize I look extremely out of it.

"Umm.... yeah..." I start

I scratch the back of my neck awkwardly and felt a bit more nervous around her since she picked up on my odd behavior.
I hope she doesn't know that it's because of her.
"I'm just slightly distracted, but don't worry, I'm fine, Sweetheart."

She doesn't say anything at first. She smiles at me and returns to stuffing some clothes and personal items in her duffle bag, not realizing I am watching her move around the room.

The silence lingers, and I move around the room, looking at her pictures, awards, and posters all over her walls.
I welcome the silence, except for the occasional zipper I hear being zipped up.

Everything seems fine until she breaks the silence.

"Am I making you nervous?" she blurts out of the blue.

Her back is turned to me; she is closing up her duffle sitting on her bed, and once she does, she stays in her place, not looking at me or making a move to turn around.

"Yes," I say without thinking.

Crap.

Why did I just blurt that out?
What was I thinking?

She turns around so fast to look at me that I think she'll have whiplash.
She still doesn't say anything; instead, she walks closer and stops right in front of me, inches away.

If one of us moves, we would be too close to each other.

"What?" She asks suddenly, bringing me out of my thoughts.

Although there's not an extreme height difference between us, I am looking slightly down at her right now, and she is peering up at me, confusion written all over her face.