Aris Jones X Reader One Shots

I'm Right Here

With a groan, I flopped on my bed. Sometimes, I wonder why I even try anymore. With anything.

“What's up with you?”Aris asked from across the room.

“I hate life,”I complained into the blanket. Walking over, he sighed as he sat next to me.

“Bad date?”

“Not even. He canceled again,”I admitted, resting my elbows on my bed and my chin on my hands.

“If it helps you look really pretty,”He complimented.

“No. I just look stupid. The sundress is too much, the makeup is too little, the headband is too plain, the jewelry is too flashy, the shoes are too simple, and everything sucks.”

“Well I think it all suits you.”

“I do not.”

“You should,”He sighed, playing with my hair. I rolled my eyes when he wasn't looking, knowing he’d have something to say if he saw me.

“I just don't get it. He always does this,”I whispered.

“I know.”

“It sucks.”

“I know.”

“Am I just not important enough?”

“I mean I think you're important. Probably the most important person that I know,”He said after a moment of heavy silence.

“Yeah right. I’m not even important to the guy who loves me,”I quietly pointed out.

“I’m not him though. I’m me, and to me, you are the best person in my life,”He said, rubbing comforting circles on my shoulder.

“I just want to sit in the shower and sob, but I don't think I have it in me to cry anymore,”I admitted, holding back tears anyway.

Aris’s P.O.V

I can't stand her boyfriend. Not at all, and not just because I love her, though that doesn't help. Every time they get together she comes home worn out or he doesn't show up. Seeing how hurt she is always makes me feel sick. Especially, when it started to affect her self esteem. She used to seem like she was going to cry when he did something like this, but unfortunately she got used to him over time.

I can't say anything though. I’ve tried, but she doesn't hear it.

“Do you want to get something to eat?”I offered, still rubbing her back.

“Can’t. I’m broke,”She mumbled.

“And I’m paying,”I said firmly.

“I don't want to owe you anything.”

“Who said you ever do?”

“Common decency.”

“Look, it’s completely on me, okay? It always is,”I promised. She remained completely silent as she stared at the wall. “Come on. You look too pretty not to go somewhere,”I pushed. She didn't respond for a while as she took a breath, making me sort of nervous.

“Yeah. Okay,”She finally gave in.

“Good. I’ll meet you outside in a minute,”I promised, actually being willing to keep it. Standing up, she stretched her arms before brushing the wrinkles out of her outfit. Not wanting to stare, I looked at the carpet as she started walking off. Just as I heard the door creak open though, she called my name.

“Yeah?”I asked, glancing up at her.

“Thank you, Aris. You're a really good friend,”She whispered, giving me a smile before walking out of the room.

“Yeah. Friend,”I whispered like it didn't kill me on the inside. Staring at the door for a moment, I gathered all my jumbled thoughts that led back to her. Not that it's shocking. They usually do.

I can't tell her that though. So I just grabbed my wallet before following her to the car, repeating the word friend so that maybe it would stick in my head for once.

It didn't.