Aris Jones X Reader One Shots

Suspicion (Part 2)

I had grown to not think he was the worst. I had genuinely thought that maybe Aris truly was just like us. That there was nothing to worry about when it came to him.

And this whole time, I was right from the start. He wasn't meant to be trusted. He was a backstabber. A literal backstabber.

The events from that and the fight after had worn everybody out. The only people that weren't fast asleep just so happened to be him and I. What a fun coincidence.

“I’m sorry,”He whispered in the dark. Recognizing his tone of genuinely wanting someone to talk to, I turned over in my spot to face him.

“I’m not the one you have to be sorry to.”

“I deceived you too. I just-I’m sorry.”

“You understand now, don't you? Does it finally make sense?”

Going silent, he just stared at me, his eyes holding a deep sorrow and regret. His shoulders were slumped despite him laying down.

“That is why people look at you the way they do, Aris. That's exactly why.”

Nodding, his eyes pooled up with tears. Not bothering to fight it, he let them slowly spill down his cheeks, reflecting in the little light this place had, causing them to shine as though they were the brightest thing to exist. As though they were the brightest thing about him.

“That was the one thing you had to do?”

“Yes,”He confirmed, his voice cracking at the single word.

“Did you do it right?”

“Yes. I did what I had to.”

“You did your best, right?”

“I did. I didn't want to, but I did,”He said slowly, more of his tears dripping down his cheeks.

“That's important. That's good,”I whispered, taking his face in my hands. Without a word, I wiped them away, drying his cheeks. Gazing at me with glassy eyes, he stared at me with an emotion I swear nobody had ever looked at me with before.

“I never thought anything would go this far,”He whispered.

“Nobody ever does until it happens, do they?”

“No. I don't think they do.”

As I took my hands away from him, he moved closer. Without even thinking about it, I wrapped my arms around him, letting him curl up to my side, his head buried in my neck as though that was his protection from the world.

“Do I still rub you the wrong way?”He whispered.

“No.”

I hadn't realized it but not one bit. Even after the betrayal, my view on him has changed from what it once was. He was good, even if people were convinced otherwise now.

“And if I do one day?”He whispered again, his voice holding fear at the answer.

“Then, I would put up with it.”