A Summer Fling (Aris x Reader AU)

14) Missed Calls

Sitting on that same stool to my girlfriend rubbing sunblock on my face is an odd part of my morning routine. It almost feels risky. Getting so close in front of her and still having to pretend it's platonic. Especially with how much I want to just lean forward and kiss her. Especially with how I have to look at her beautiful face and not tell her how much I love her.

I’m thankful for it anyway. I look forward to it more than I should.

“There. All done,”She announced, taking her hands off my face. Sighing, I kept my admiring gaze on her, a question of how I could possibly get this lucky floating around in my mind.

“Now that that's all figured out,”Aunt Susan announced, handing us each a basket. Still remembering what that meant, I gave a quick thanks before opening the screen door, looking back at Y/N. As she walked through, she brushed her hand over my arm, something I know was on purpose by the way she looked at me when she did. A look that sent shivers down my spine.

She has me wrapped around her finger, and she knows it. She has me absolutely hooked, always waiting to see what happens next with us.

Us. I still love the way that sounds. That word has never been so wonderful until now.

Us.

“You coming?”She called. With my basket in hand, I followed after her, immediately being bathed in the unforgiving sun. Squinting, I covered my eyes as I tried to get used to it. It's still such a pain. “You need some glasses too?”She teased, nudging my side.

“Ha ha. Very funny,”I deadpanned.

“Yes I am,”She shrugged, swinging an arm around my shoulders. Ignoring the blush on my face, I held her waist, keeping her just as close. As I barely squeezed, my fingertips tracing over her hips, I felt her gaze on me despite the way we were still walking.

“It's nice to look at you whenever I want.”

“It's nice to look at you too,”I promised, turning my head to do so.

“Really?”

“Absolutely.”

Letting go of her, I took her hand that was over my neck in mine, kissing the back of it before tracing my thumb over her knuckles. It was becoming more and more obvious that this wasn't just friendly, but I couldn't find it in me to care. Not right now when the magic of being with her overshadows any other thoughts.

Unfortunately, I couldn't look at her forever as the sound of clucking was finally there. Sighing, I looked over at the pen we’d have to suffer in. Eggs are good, but I’m not sure they're getting pecked by birds good.

I don't exactly have a choice though.

Before I could open the door, Y/N took my hand in hers. Not giving me time to figure out what her plan was, she pushed me behind the structure, hiding both of us. Even though my breath was already stolen, she decided to suffocate me as she held my face before pressing her lips against mine, getting me weak in the knees. Wrapping my arms around her shoulders, partly for support, I kissed back, finding that the world was just us. I hadn't expected it, but somehow that made it better.

With a muffled, “I love you,” against my mouth, she pulled away just as quickly. My body tingled from head to toe, a desperation for her as if she wasn't right there filling my soul.

“You're going to get us caught, you know?”I teased.

“It's fine. I’m sure the chickens can keep a secret,”She smiled.

“You never know. They might just tell someone.”

“That’s just a risk we have to take then, isn't it?”

“Depends. How worth it is kissing me?”

“Very worth it. Very, very worth it.”

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It was chaotic. Again. The truth is most animals are. They have personalities, and wants, and anyone who thinks otherwise has never been around any. That's a hill I’m willing to die on.

With me back in a matching pajama set, I made a personal note to do my laundry soon. Y/N, like usual, was in a tank top and sweats. It suits her. The comfy just want to go to sleep look. It looks nice on her.

With both of us lying side by side, I ran my fingers through her hair, taking in the softness of it. She rested her head on my shoulder, sitting in silence with me until there was the usual knock on our door. Continuing with the routine, we gave the usual go ahead to come in, with Y/N raising her head as she did.

“Night as always. You two sleep tight. Alright?”She smiled.

“Alright.”
“Goodnight.”

“Okay, I’ll see you both in the morning then.”

Like usual, she shut the door behind her to head to her own bed still on the other side of the house. I’d be a liar to say I minded.

“My parents are going to want me to call,”I sighed.

“I’m sure they are.”

“I don't think I want to call.”

“I’m sure you don't. But it's better than having them call you,”She pointed out.

“Why don't I just not pick up?”

“Because you don't like conflict.”

“Yeah. Right.”

As we laid there, I looked at my phone over on the dresser. It's right there. My communication with the two people I should be closest with but can't for some reason. I certainly wasn't writing any letters any time soon. I’m not even sure I would have enough to say.

They're not bad parents, and I think that makes it worse. They care about me. They just would prefer if I wasn't so much of me. If I was different. Not different in the way I am now, where I’m a weird outcast with hobbies they don't understand. Different than what I am now. Different than someone who tried to run away because they know they're only chance of fitting in was with their childhood friends.

“You should get it over with,”She quietly pushed. Nodding in agreement, I sat up, reaching for my phone on my nightstand. As Y/N stood up, I grabbed her hand, shaking my head no. Understanding what I was asking, she sat beside me, waiting patiently as I just stared at my reflection on the dark screen.

This feels harder than it should. I should be jumping at the first opportunity to call them. Not paralyzed with nerves.

“Here. What's your password?”She asked, gently taking it from my hands.

“Your birthday,”I sheepishly admitted.

“Mm. Cute,”She said simply, typing it on before going to contacts. Clicking on my mom’s icon, she pressed call before I could back out.

We both listened to it ring once, then twice. Holding my breath, I found myself scratching at my palms. I hadn't really missed either of them to be honest. Our relationship was way too strained for that to even be something I could consider.

So I didn't really understand the sting in my chest as it went to voicemail. Taking it from her hands, I just hung up before blankly staring at the door.

“It's different time zones. Maybe they're just already asleep,”She suggested. Giving a half-hearted shrug, I leaned my head on her shoulder as I closed my eyes. Taking my hand in hers, she squeezed. With a weak sigh, I squeezed back. “It's okay,”She soothed, kissing the top of my head. Not wanting to say anything, I rested against her, listening to her soft words while wondering why nobody, not even the people that should, knew how to make me feel better at least half as much as she does.