I never thought I would be so excited to help organize a party, but when Aria, called me with a desperate plea for help, I couldn't resist. Aria missed out on the most average experiences, I had to clearify beforehand what her definition of a party was. She gave me a the instruction after a bit of struggle.
As I pulled up to her house, I could see the chaos inside. Aria was running around, frantically trying to set up decorations and prepare food. I grabbed the supplies from my car and made my way inside, dodging streamers and balloons along the way.
"Thank God you're here," Aria said, letting out a sigh of relief as she saw me. She stood there with a pillow in one hand and balloon in the other. Her straight sweatpants sat low on her waist, and her white top not budging but clearly showing the outline of her black bra. Her hair was tight back, with two curl strands laying lose between her glass temples.
I hate that we have work to do.
"I don't know how I would have managed without you."
I flashed her a smile, placing the bag in my hand on the floor "You would not have love. Did I miss out on the part where you said this was a kids birthday party?" she let go off the balloon she was holding her hand "Too much?"
"Too much."
She shook her head before she started eyeing me up and down. "What?" I ask. "The dress code is white..." she frowned. I sigh, grabbing a hold of my shirt and slightly lifting it up, revealing my white boxers. "Oh..."
"Oh."
Together, we got rid of any valuable item that could have been at danger with the presence of teenagers, and arranged the food on the table. As we worked, her face lit up with excitement and her laughter filled the room. I couldn't help but smile, knowing that I was the one who made her this happy.
Once everything was in place, I stepped back to admire our handiwork. The room looked less like a kids birthday party.
"Thank you so much," Aria said. "I couldn't have done this without you."
"I would do anything for you," I replied, wrapping my arms around her.
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Poisonous Love
Romance"It's a long story." "I watched you cry for about- was it 20 minutes? I have plenty of time."
