Basic Instinct [stranger things]

79. Phone Calls

CHAPTER SEVENTY-NINE
PHONE CALLS

It was two weeks until Kimmy and Aaron began high school, and Kimmy was much more nervous than she let on. It had been around a month since Kimmy had been put in the hospital, and she'd been staying in the Harrington household since.

Luckily for Kimmy she was due to get her cast off a few days before she and Aaron were actually supposed to start high school.

Neither Kimmy or Aaron had heard from Mike or Will in weeks. Kimmy still saw Dustin, the two had grown closer than they had been last year and Aaron only really saw Dustin when he was with Steve, although Kimmy got the feeling Aaron wasn't as bothered about this as he would have been a few months ago. But that wasn't because he didn't care, it was because he had so much to worry about that he didn't really have the time to care. Kimmy wasn't an idiot, she knew he had practically used up all his time and worry on her.

He'd been extremely worried about her, even though most of her bruises had cleared up, besides the really deep ones that were tainted a dark purple color. However most of those were on her stomach, with the remaining few on her legs and arms.

In all the free time Kimmy had seeing as she'd not really been able to do much in regard to her injuries, she'd found herself overthinking one particular event in the past. Overthinking it to the point she always found herself drifting back to it when she didn't have anything to distract her.

That particular thought being her letter. The letter she'd written to Aaron before she'd ended up in the hospital.

Funnily enough, the one thing she couldn't get out of her head wasn't anything about her telling him her troubles, or the fact that she was embarrassed about anything. She wasn't embarrassed at all. She'd meant every word she'd written.

What was slowly picking away at her was the fact that she'd told him she loved him and was yet to hear any sort of response. Just like Kimmy had expressed to him in her letter - she wasn't expecting him to say it back. Both she and Aaron were still young and she didn't want him to say it if he didn't mean it, Kimmy convinced herself that it was fine if he didn't love her back and that it wouldn't effect her in anyway.

Pretend like it wouldn't bother her at all if all he felt for her was just some sort of crush that would soon pass. They were only fourteen, it wasn't exactly out of the ordinary. It would have been more particular for people of that age to actually love someone rather than have a little crush.

However, the letter hadn't been mentioned between the two since that night in the hospital. The two teenagers had spoken about Kimmy's parents and what not, but they'd not once addressed the fact she'd blatantly told him she loved him as well as all her favourite things about him.

Aaron was most likely nervous, or maybe he didn't think it had to be addressed. There was probably a million explanations for it. Although Kimmy found herself stuck on just one; he simply did not feel the same way back.

Of course he liked her in a romantic sense. Kimmy wasn't that stupid. And while she was appreciative that he did feel that way about her, like wasn't the same as love. Especially when Kimmy knew he knew how she really felt about him.

A strong part of her truly did believe that he loved her back, but she'd been too scared to bring it up. Seeing as another part of her thought she'd be stupid to think he could ever love her back in the same way she felt for him.

Kimmy wanted to know how he felt about her - how he really felt about her.

The brunette abruptly gasped loudly, clasping a hand to her mouth and rushing off to find the blond boy. By the time she found him she was smiling widely and unable to hide her excitement. Jumping up and bombarding him in a tight hug.