Soul bound

Perfect, easy, so good to me

Perfect, easy, so good to me

So, why's there a pit in my gut of the shape of you?

Distracting myself, say it's something else

Maybe I'm just overwhelmed, maybe I'm confused

scared of my guitar- Olivia Rodrigo

Aron sat in the car with Andrew, looking out the window as he drove to the arcade. Her interaction with Erik from the day before was still fresh in her mind. She felt a pit in her gut, guilt. She hated it, she knew she had a right to be angry but a part of her still felt like she was out of line.

She was wearing a pair of baggy jeans and a dark gray cropped fitted t-shirt, along with some accessories like chain necklaces and chunky necklaces. Her makeup was her usual, the base light with black eyeliner and dark lip liner, topped off with lip gloss. She tried to focus on the moment, not the incubi in her house. She didn't need to focus on Sam; Andrew was here, and he was great. He was a gentleman, kind, and sweet.

He was nothing like Sam. That haunted yet soothed her.

"Hey, are you alright?" Andrew asked, glancing at her.

She blinked, coming out of her thoughts. "Oh! I'm okay, I just spaced out."

He furrowed his brows in worry. "Are you sure? If you need me to take you back home, I can."

She shook her head quickly. "No! No, I wanna hang out with you."

He smiled softly. "Alright, cool! We're almost there."

Aron nodded and he continued driving. She felt so conflicted with herself. She liked Andrew, maybe one day she could even love him. He made her happy and more importantly didn't seem like the kind of guy who would evaporate after confessing his love for her.

When they get to the arcade, they go to the kiosk, and each get a card with one-hundred credits each; enough to last about a few hours. "Which one do you wanna go to first?" Aron asked him.

He hummed in thought and looked around. "What about...that!" He grinned and pointed to the 'Pop-a-shot' basketball game. "You mentioned you liked basketball, right?"

Aron smiled brightly and nodded, walking over with him. They inserted their credits; the machine releasing the basketballs and started the countdown. They both immediately started shooting, trying to make the most baskets before the timer ran out. Aron had a happy smile the whole time and ended up winning.

Andrew chuckled. "Good job!"

She smiled softly. "Thanks."

"No problem! Sports were never my thing," he said sheepishly with a shrug. "Wanna try again?"

She grinned and nodded, inserting her card into the machine. They played a few more times before going to find some other games to play. Andrew was a bit less competitive than Aron, but it was still fun to play with him. At one point they started playing the racing games.

Aron smiled triumphantly as her black sports car passed Andrew's red one, carefully trying to maneuver around the others as she made her way through the first lap. She was in about fifth place on the second lap when her vehicle got thrown off the road by a bot. She gasped and tried to make it back onto the road, but by the time she did Andrew had made his way to the finish line, his screen showing third place. "Good job," she told him cheerily as she finished in eighth.

He laughed softly. "Thanks! You too."

She huffed out a laugh. "Don't lie, I'm ass at racing games."

"Yeah, a little," he agreed with a snicker.