Aris Jones X Reader One Shots

Gossip

The whispers are the exact same every time. They got old the first time they were said. They're aggravating in ways I can't even begin to explain and seem to get under my skin more than my actual skeleton is.

Sighing, I kept my head down and hood pulled up. Right next to me, Aris was doing the same, both of us just waiting for lunch to finally be over.

“Those two over there, they’ve been here the longest. Almost a week.”

Resisting the urge to roll my eyes, I met his gaze. Giving a halfhearted shrug, he seemed both just as done with yet just as uncaring about it.

“Their Maze was just girls. Besides him.”

Biting the inside of his cheek, he pulled his hood completely over his eyes. Finding his hand under the table, I laced our fingers together and moved a little closer, my knee touching his. Giving my hand a squeeze, he sighed before resting the side of his head on the table, letting me see his eyes again.

“They look . . . close,”one of the new boys trailed off.

“Wonder why,”I mumbled. Giving me a small smile, he ran his thumb over my knuckles, warming my once cold hands.

“They do. We just don't know if it's a really good friends way or a romantic way.”

“Really?”

“Really. They don't talk. They don't get touchy and all that either though.”

Actually rolling my eyes, I internally cursed whoever decided hanging all over someone is the only way to show you love them. Are we supposed to be walking around with signs announcing the relationship or something? Would people finally mind their business then?

“Sue us for wanting privacy,”I said under my breath.

“You know what it makes it even worse?”

“I don't think anything can, but you can tell me anyway.”

“If we did hang all over each other, we would still be talked about. Just in a different way.”

“Somehow, yeah. That does make it worse,”I admitted.

“Told you.”

“You should just sit on my lap then. If we're going to be talked about anyway,”I grinned.

“Or the other way around,”He played along.

“As long as we're visibly close in some way. That's apparently the only important thing.”

“Exactly.”

“And I mean if we're going to be uncomfortable, why not make everyone uncomfortable?”

“That’s a definite perk.”

“An absolutely brilliant one.”

“They don't seem like they're dating.”

With my eyes widening, I held my breath to avoid laughing at the so small yet so incorrect statement. With his face turning a light pink and his lips twitching into a small smile, it was clear he was trying to do the same.

“You’re really going to have to sit on my lap now,”I whispered.

“I’m considering it at this point.”

“They look like they're just staring at each other. That's pretty couple like.”

“We're finally popular,”I pointed out.

“I know. I hate it just as much as I thought I would.”

“At least you know you were right.”

“I didn't want to find out though.”

“I don't know. They could be sleeping.”

“Maybe we would be if they weren't so loud,”He suggested.

“Especially since they're literally talking about us.”

“My vote’s on best friends.”

“Nah. Definitely dating.”

“The last guy’s right, and he’ll never even find out,”I shrugged.

“Good. He doesn't need to anyway.”