We Met By Chance (Aris Jones x Reader)

24) Questions

Aris's P.O.V

Y/N and I didn't sleep last night. Not really. We just laid there for a while, side by side, talking about things that did and didn't matter.

I like her. I truly do. More than I've ever liked anyone before.

I know she won't tell her friends for a bit. I don't blame her either. If I was her with friends that overprotective I definitely wouldn't be eager to.

Mine aren't though, and that includes the one currently traveling with us.

She had a smug look basically the second I said I wanted to tell her something. I'm pretty sure my tone gave something away, but I honestly couldn't care less. I've never, ever felt like this before. I've never felt a kind of happiness that filled every part of my body, head, and heart. Ever.

"I told you so,"She drew out as I quietly told her almost everything, mindlessly digging a stick into the dirt as she looked at me.

"Yeah, yeah. That's not even close to the point,"I sighed, looking over my shoulder for a moment. When it was clear that everyone was still a safe distance away I slightly let myself relax.

"And I take it no one is supposed to know?"

"No. She just doesn't want to tell her friends yet,"I defended.

"But you just couldn't wait to confirm that I was insanely right, the way I always am."

"You're still missing the point."

"The point of I was completely right the way I usually am? That point?"

"Rachel-"
"I'm kidding, I'm kidding. I'm happy that your loner self found someone,"She teased, nudging my side. Rolling my eyes at her, I gave her a look before facing the front again.

"I really like her, Rachel. A lot."

"I know you do. I've listened to you go on and on about her,"She reminded me.

"I don't want to mess this up somehow."

"And you aren't going to. You like her, she likes you, end of story. Right?"She pointed out.

"Yeah. True,"I nodded.

"So just keep being yourself, and maybe you two will even kiss soon,"She teased, a wide grin on her face. With mine turning bright red, I stared at the ground as I thought about that. The kiss we just shared.

I wonder if we'll share more, if she even wants to. For all I know, I could have been the worst kisser. I mean I've never kissed anybody before. Not that I remember anyway so I could really suck at it. She's also nice in her own strange way so maybe she didn't want to tell me?

Am I a bad kisser? She's definitely not so if I am that would just be even more embarrassing. That would suck for both of us in different ways. I mean it's not that important, but how much of a deal breaker would it be if I am? Am I even supposed to now? I'm hers now, but it's still new. I'm honestly pretty lost. I like just talking to her. That was nice, but still, I would kiss her again. Would she kiss me though? And-
"Oh my finch. You two already did,"She almost squealed.

"Rachel,"I said in a warning tone, burying my face in my hands.

"You didn't tell me that part. Give me all the details. How'd it happen? Why? Did-"
"I don't think I'm supposed to tell you that much,"I mumbled.

"Oh, come on. Just give me five questions."

"I don't-"
"What if I ask Y/N?"

"No, no, no,"I rushed out, grabbing her arm before she could go get it.

"So tell me. Five questions."

"Two."

"Three."

"Fine,"I folded.

"Who kissed who?"

"I kissed her,"I mumbled.

"Ooh. You were bold for once."

"Just ask your questions,"I urged, my face only growing hotter.

"When'd you kiss her?"

"Right before we got together."

"Awe. Under the stars, alone, at night,"She gushed.

"Rachel-"
"Have you kissed since any other time?"

"I mean I kissed her forehead to wake her up this morning,"I admitted.

"Awe. That's sweet. Is she a good-"
"You had three questions,"I reminded her.

"I just want to-"
"No, no, no, no. This conversation is done. We're done,"I said firmly, standing up to leave.

"Oh, come on. I know you want to talk about her, the way you have been for so long now,"She said rather loudly as we walked past Y/N and Jeremy. Covering my face, I kept walking as she kept following, still pestering me.

I mean she's right. I do like talking about Y/N, but Rachel wants all the details the way she always does.

Typical her.

It's a lot better than her being harvested for her organs though.