Aris Jones X Reader One Shots

Aftermath (AU)

I love him. I love my incredibly awkward boy so much.

He’s can be a mess though. Not on purpose but the way he acts when he's uncomfortable around people is just not good to say the least.

With a sigh, I checked the water and Advil by the bedside hadn't vanished overnight. When they were all there, I found a rubber band to fix my hair for the day.

Standing in front of my vanity, I tried to decide what would look best but take the least amount of effort in the dim room only to hear a groan.

“Hey there. How you feeling?”I asked gently, giving up on that for now as I sat beside him. Opening his eyes, when he saw he was in my bed his already pale face seemed practically transparent.

“No. You did not do anything life changing or memorable while you were barely conscious and definitely not going to remember it,”I promised, already knowing what he thought. When his face got a little color back, it was clear I was right. “You still smell and probably taste like homemade moonshine though.”

“What happened?”He grumbled, slowly sitting up and looking at me.

“You’re a dumbass who tried to self medicate your social anxiety with alcohol. While already being on anxiety meds too,”I answered, lightly running my fingers through his hair.

“Did it work?”He asked hopefully.

“No. You silently stood in the corner and stared at the floor until I managed to find you. I had to drag you out before you forgot how to breathe,”I sighed.

“Damnit. I thought it would work.”

“I know. The medicine bottle you see everyday also tells you it won't do anything but screw you up more so I’m not sure why.”

“Did you just take me home after? Or to your home?”He asked, clearly not wanting to talk about it.

“No. I got you a happy meal, you threw up in their trashcan, and when I took you to sit on the curb for fresh air you cried because you saw a duck. You said something about them not getting to live forever and also them being evil.”

“No,”He groaned.

“It's okay. I was the only one you have to see who knows that part,”I promised.

“I’m gonna go throw up again,”He mumbled.

“Okay. You have water and Advil on the bedside, your extra medicine, proper medicine, is in my cabinet, and I’ll go find you something you can keep down.”

“Sorry,”He mumbled.

“It's okay. I just wouldn't try that again if I were you.”

“I won't. Probably.”

“You're gonna have to tell your psych. That's gonna be a really uncomfortable conversation,”I pointed out.

“Damnit.”

“Yeah. Just try and remember that next time,”I suggested.

“I’m sorry, thank you, I love you, and I’m gonna go throw up,”He listed.

“Okay. Your toothbrush is in my drawer,”I told him as he stood up.

“Which one?”He checked as he opened the bathroom door.

“The blue one.”

With another groan, he just shut the door. Leaving him be for now, I went to see if I still had pizza in my fridge. And a movie and blanket. Something tells me he's really gonna need it.