School bus graveyard one shots

Comfy - Aiden/Ashlyn

Physical contact is not Ashlyn's thing.

But without a doubt, she'd put up with it if that means her special someone is happy.

Ashlyn's P.O.V

My parents wanted all of us to take a short vacation, nothing big. We rented a small condo by a beach and we're planning on having a week to relax.

It's hard to relax when your at risk of dying every night, but the group decided we would take a couple days to sleep, that being because none of us actually got any sleep.

So to say I enjoyed the week was an understatement.

I even surprised myself of how devastated I felt when we got back home.

However, things haven't been..that bad..

Recently, Aiden started up his nightly routine of coming to my house after every phantom visit.

Yet lately—I'd say he has been a bit clingy-er. Nothing bad, it's just that the couple of times he recently came over he'd somehow gotten me to—cuddle? Him to sleep.

God it sounds so stupid, but I can't think of another word so stop judging me.

It was another night just like the previous ones. Aiden had his head in the nook of my neck, his arms wrapped around my torso, and—to be honest are legs were a tangled mess.

My hand was in his hair, and my other was draped across his back.

I genuinely cant tell if he is asleep or not, but I don't think I'll be able to drift off with the question on my mind.

"Aiden?..are you still awake?" I whisper, lightly leaning my head onto his, waiting for some type or response. I hear a shallow, 'mhm' come from the boy on top of me, It was light, but at least I know he has a conscious.

"Ever since I got back from the trip—why have you been so much more..this?" I felt my face lightly heat up, it was just as embarrassing saying it out loud as it was thinking it.

I feel his head shift from under me, and I look down to meet his eyes. It's obvious he is tired, but I don't think he minds.

He smiles a little, but it's not his regular flashy grin, it's a small, tired, honest smile that is completely contagious, I have to fight back one of my own.

"I missed you,"

.

.

.

That singular sentence.

I felt my face drop, the heat swarming on my face was absolutely not planned.

I can feel his eyes pour into me, expecting an response.

"I'm gonna be completely honest..I was not really expecting that—" I laugh slightly, "really? You thought I wouldn't miss you? What do you take me for?" He moves his head back to my neck, getting comfortable once again.

"Wait..we see each other every night" his statement suddenly not making that much sense to me,

 "well I can't do this," he gently takes my hand that was nestled in his hair, and presses a soft kiss to it. "I can't do that every night"

I wouldn't mind if you did

That's what I wanted to say, but instead of a simple sentence, a string of non-verbal words hung loose from my mouth.

A small laugh comes from Aiden, before I feel his grip around me tighten and he places his head on my chest.

I can't focus on that right now. My face is fire, and it's burning down my entire being.

Taking deep breaths, I bring my hand back up and rake it through his hair. It was always untangled, no matter how messy it looked. I smile slightly, realizing how that can apply to a lot more than just his hair.

Aiden Clark is an absolute psycho, he is not afraid of anything, he is able to wear a smile so bone chilling it's burned into your eyes. But Aiden? Just Aiden, is my favorite, he's caring, handsome, way too cheesy, yet he's such a sweet person.

I feel the corners of my mouth tug harder, because I've made the discovery of how much I actually value him being here with me. How much I want him to be here with me.

And it's more than great knowing that I have him.

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AIDEN YOU SNEAKY BASTARD

totally 100% ooc but I had so much fun writing this so you do NOT get to come for me 

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