Aris Jones X Reader One Shots

Missing You (Part 1)

Aris’s P.O.V

I hate it here. Hate it, and not just because it’s dangerous (though that definitely doesn’t help).

No. I hate the regular people here. The teenagers that are apparently exactly like me.

It doesn’t feel that way though. I feel like an outcast. It’s as if I’m some kind of zoo animal that’s on display for everyone to stare at. They act like I’m deaf. They act like I’m not five feet away from them.

That’s not what bothers me though. I don’t care that they say, “he’s been here a week,” or “he’s been here the longest.” I don’t care about them saying I was in a Maze full of girls with that ridiculous half smirk, like I wasn’t capable of just being friends with them. At the same time, at least it was me there and not some creep who didn’t know how great having girls as friends can actually be. When I say friends I mean friends.

No. It’s the way every time they say that they remind me that I’m completely alone. I don’t know where they are or if they’re okay. I don’t know if I’ll ever see them again. I don’t know if I’ll ever be happy again. I can’t be happy if I don’t have them.

There’s a new Maze today. It was unfortunately all guys so I knew exactly what that meant.

“That kid over there, he’s been here the longest. Almost a week,”the main culprit explained. With my hood already up and my eyes on the table, I pretended not to feel their stares burning holes into my skin.

“His Maze was nothing but girls,”his friend added. There it is. The infamous line that makes me wish they would just come over and punch me in the gut. That would be an easier pain to deal with than the sharp ache in my heart every time I hear that.

Maybe these guys would be different? Maybe they wouldn’t start thinking what everyone else does?

“Really?”a new kid asked in a way that let me hear the thoughts in his voice.

“Some guys have all the luck.”

All the luck? All the luck?! I’m alone. I’m all alone with nobody I care about by my side, in a place where nobody actually cares about me. I don’t get to hang out with the only people who make me smile. I don’t get to be by their side.

If they knew I have a girlfriend, that would make it so much worse. They would think their suspicions were true, as if I wasn’t capable of loyalty and actual love, even though I have so much of it. Y/N is the only one I could ever fall for, and everyone else is basically my sister. I would die for any of them without hesitation.

I miss them. I really, really miss everyone.

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“Who the hell are you?”

Not very kind words. Not very patient. Not a good first impression, but it was all my stupid head could come up with.

To be fair, I had just woken up beside this girl I had never seen before in a box. I think it’s pretty fair to ask.

“I-I don’t know. Who am I? Who are you?”She asked, not quite looking at me.

“I’m . . . I don’t know? Why don’t I know?”

“Why would I know?”

“Well, I don’t know.”

“As fun as it would be to let this continue, we’ve got to get you out,”a girl's voice said. With both of us glancing up, we were met with a lot of them. At least fifteen.

“What?”

“Come on. Up you go,”a blonde said, holding out her hand. With hazel eyes and her hair in a side braid, she wore a patient smile as she expectantly looked at us.