Aris Jones X Reader One Shots

Faker

Aris’s P.O.V

I wasn't truly bothered by what the girls in the Spring did anymore. As long as they weren't trying to kill me, and they aren't. Just glares, passive aggressive comments, and death threats. All of those though, meant nothing to me anymore.

I could tell Y/N that. I probably should have, but I kind of like the way she sticks up for me. It's just that I really like her so when she defends me it makes my heart flutter a little bit. So I don't say anything at all about it.

Now I know that I really, really, really should have. Because apparently her defending me includes when nobody's around. When nobody's around she can get punched in the jaw with nobody seeing. When nobody's around she could end up knocked out cold for who knows how long.

We already knew who did it. Seeing as Beth was bruised and bloodied up it was obvious that she fought back. She also literally bragged about every single part. So, just like that, she was in the slammer, hopefully forever.

Knowing who hurt her didn't make it better though. It didn't put her in any less pain.

“I’m sorry,”I apologized again, holding her hand as I sat beside her bedside. Running my thumb over her knuckles, I just kept my frown before kissing her fingertips, saying another apology as I did.

As I put her hand back by her side but still in mine I felt her grip tighten before she groaned and opened her eyes.

“Y/N?”I said louder than intended.

“What happened?”She mumbled, wincing as she sat up.

“You got in a fight,”I vaguely stated, as I grabbed a new ice pack for her face.

“Ohhh,”She drew out, clearly remembering it.

“Y/N, I’m really sorry,”I whispered, sitting back beside her.

“You didn't do anything wrong,”She shrugged.

“I mean I did. I just know that you were sticking up for me, but you didn't have to. You never had to,”I tried to get out.

“Why wouldn't I stick up for you?”

“Because you didn't have to. I just-I really-it’s complicated, but, you know?”I rushed out. Seeing her dumbfounded look, it was clear that she did not know. I mean I don't even know what the hell that was.

“What they said never bothered me. I just kind of liked it when you stuck up for me, because you're you. You're you, and you were standing up for me, and that made me feel really special,”I quietly admitted, “I really, really like you so it made me happy when you did. I just didn't think anything would get physical, and I’m sorry that I did.”

For a minute we stayed silent. Taking a breath, I just looked at her, the ice pack now by her bedside as she gazed at me with a smile.

“Y/N?”

“That's really cute. A little odd but still adorable.”

“What?”

“Yeah. It's just really sweet that what I say means that much to you,”She shrugged, now sitting on the bed as she kept her eyes on me.

“Oh,”I mumbled, feeling my face heat up.

“And just so you know, in case it wasn't obvious during this entire interaction, I really like you too.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Really,”She nodded, giving a soft laugh.

“So you wouldn't mind if I kissed you?”I dared to ask.

“That depends.”

“Depends on what?”

“On if you’d mind if I showed you my favorite spot tonight,”She shrugged again.

“Like a date?”

“Do you want it to be a date?”

“I’d actually prefer it.”

“Then, you can kiss me anytime you want.”