Aris Jones X Reader One Shots

Trying To Help

The stress was getting to him in a way he never imagined it would. Sure. Aris knew that trying to save the world wouldn't be an easy task. He just couldn't have predicted that it would involve so much tedious labor. Not to mention, he wasn't even told what exactly it was for half the time.

You were always the one that cheered him up. Sneaking out to meet you was the only time he felt life was worth something. That he was worth more than test scores.

It was different this time. You could tell something was off the second he sat down. His posture was standoffish, almost defensive. He didn't look at you. Even though you tried to get him talking you just got shrugs or one word responses.

Your go to method was always distraction. Seeing as that wasn't working, it was clear you would have to be blunt.

“What's wrong?”

His face scrunched up at the question, eyebrows furrowing in frustration. You stayed still, waiting for an answer.

“Nothing,”He grumbled.

“It's not hard to tell something's up with you. Maybe ranting a little will make you feel better?”You suggested.

“Oh yeah. Because talking will totally solve my problems,”He deadpanned.

“It could make you feel better to get it off your chest.”

“I’m leaving,”He huffed, standing up to storm off.

“Aris, it’s not healthy to keep things bottled up. I really think-”
“I don't give a damn what you think.”

You stopped walking beside him for a moment as the words left you blindsided. Not once in your years of knowing each other had he directed his frustration towards you.

“You're already upset, and if you keep avoiding the topic you could end up snapping at someone important. I-”
“Shut up about the I! I don't care what you think! I don't care about your stupid advice that you think is so helpful! Not everything is about you! Did that ever cross your mind!?”

He wished for more than anything to take back the words as soon as he shouted them. You just stood there, a dumbfounded expression on your face as your eyes were stinging with tears. Pure shame washed over him as he realized the only important person in his life, the only one that actually cared about him, that just wanted him to feel better, was starting to cry because of him. His face burned as he stared at you, watching the hurt expression on your face switch to anger.

“Y/N, I’m really sorry. I-
“Save it. You’ve said more than enough,”You snapped, the tears beginning to spill. You let them stream down your face as your lips twisted to a scowl.

“I didn't mean-”
“Oh, you meant it all right. You showed exactly what you think of me.”

“I didn't. I’m sorry. It was-I was being stupid. I don't want to hurt-”
“Shut up! Just shut up!”You demanded.

He stepped back, flinching as you glared at him, your voice holding an almost hatred.

“You can think I make everything about me. You can call me selfish a million ways. That won't change the fact that I am the one putting myself at risk when I see you. Who do you think would be punished worse? The special, super genius, that they're always around, or the average one? Which of us do you think will get a slap on the wrist while the other gets beaten down? Huh?”

His breath hitched in his throat as he took in a thought that had never even crossed his mind. His once harsh demeanor was now timid, his eyes wide with realization.

“You think people appreciate me befriending you? Do you think people are okay with me hanging out with someone like you? Huh?”

“I’m sorry,”He whispered, his eyes flickering to the ground to avoid your upset gaze.

“No wonder you're not allowed to have friends. Look at how you treat your only one.”

You both stood there in heavy silence, your arms crossed over your chest as he fixated on the floor, chewing on the inside of his cheek as his lips threatened to quiver, his eyes stinging.

What a way to end his only real friendship.