Aris Jones X Reader One Shots

The Initials

Being in the Spring, ironically, meant a lot of snow and ice. Naturally, sometimes people would screw around with it when they're bored. Maybe draw little things, or on Blondie nights, build things and skate on the ice. It was probably one of the best perks to the place (partly because there aren't many).

A few examples of things that can be carved into the earth are crooked stars, smiley faces, or maybe, just maybe, a very small heart with two people’s initials through it. And maybe just maybe, it just so happens to be the ones of the only people who have a last name.

That doesn't mean anything though. Even if everyone seemed sure it did.

“Don't you think that's a big assumption?”I pointed out yet again.

“Who else would it be?”Harriet tried to reason. I just shrugged as I wished that her and almost every other girl would drop it.

“Well I think it's cute,”Sonya added.

“It's not, because there's nothing there,”I promised.

“Y/N, are you stupid, clueless, or in denial?”

“Don't insult another Icer,”Harriet reminded her. Just as I thought this was over she said that she still had a point.

“It’s not anything big. And it was hidden in the ice. You two only found it because someone lost something,”I reminded them.

“Yes, but it was still there. His initials and your initials in a heart.”

“That doesn't mean it was him,”I huffed.

“There's a way to find out,”Annie suggested. My glare did nothing to make her back down. “You three saw the writing and a few of us checked it out.”

“What the hell would you do that?”I groaned.

“We were curious. Anyways, we can go look at his signature on the wall and see if it's the same one,”She suggested.

“No,”I argued.

“If you really aren't worried about anything then this shouldn't be a big deal,”She shrugged.

“It's just stupid. Shouldn't we all be at work?”I almost begged them.

“It can wait for a minute. Just to solve this once and for all,”Sonya added. No amount of head shaking, threats, or pleading seemed to be any good, but I still tried by trying to make up excuses about our jobs and the Spring. As I knew deep down though, it was useless as everyone was already headed to the wall. Staying still, I debated what to do.

After a moment I realized how little good it would do to just run. With my head down I reluctantly and slowly went with the crowd. And who knows? Maybe it's actually not his writing? I hope so.

Barely feeling like I was getting oxygen, I covered my face with my scarf as I looked at everyone carefully observing his signature. With some girls actually tracing it, I just wanted the ground to swallow me whole.

“Hey Y/N,”Aris greeted, coming from nowhere. I didn't respond as I kept walking with him now trailing alongside me. Despite knowing this could make it worse I didn't tell him to go away. I don't think that I would even be able to.

“So any idea what's happening?”He asked. I felt my mouth go dry as we just stood behind the other girls. Finally, I dared to look up and see if it matched. It couldn't though. It wouldn't.

Just one glance was enough though. It was small but seemed to have taken a good minute, like a perfectionist or neat freak made it. Yet it looked like with just a few more minutes it could be cursive. It had true care put into it.