A Summer Fling (Aris x Reader AU)

24) Favorite Days

“Hey, you have to get up.”

Groaning at the voice, I pulled the blanket over my head, blocking out the sunlight I was forced to realize was demanding attention. Keeping my eyes shut, I stayed still as I just tried to drift off to sleep.

“Aris, you have three seconds,”She said firmly. Yeah. It makes sense now that Y/N would be the one to wake me up. She always is.

That doesn't mean I have to comply.

“Fine. You were warned.”

As I attempted to curl up in a ball, hiding myself away, she grabbed the blanket, forcing it off of me. Squinting at the light, I mumbled some admittedly not so nice words at the forced consciousness.

“Come on. You need breakfast for the day,”She demanded, lightly tugging on my arm.

“Why?”

“So you're not hungry.”

“I don't wanna go,”I mumbled, laying face down on the couch, my arms under me.

“You will when you're out there,”She said simply.

“No.”

“Alright. Fine.”

From just the tone of her voice, it was clear that was not a fine of leaving me alone. As if she put me on fight or flight, I quickly sat up, hands up in surrender.

“Much better,”She approved. Letting out a sigh, I stood beside her. Instead of another sigh of approval, she grabbed the bottom of my shirt. Before I could ask anything, she pulled it to the length it was supposed to be. “Must have been a good sleep then,”She teased, brushing out the wrinkles even though we both knew I would be changing out of this in barely a few minutes. Staying still, I let her fix me up, going so far as to stand on her toes to make my tousled hair a little less of a mess.

“It matters that much how I look?”I asked, covering my mouth as I yawned.

“Of course not. You looked great before. Now you just look presentable.”

“I’m pretty sure you have to look presentable to look great.”

“No. You have to look like you to look great. You have to make sure your hair isn't in front of your eyes if you want to look presentable,”She smiled.

“I don't look-”
“Shut up,”She cut me off, shooting me a look to just listen. Biting my tongue, I resisted the urge to justify why there's nothing special about how I look. She tends to make her views very clear, and that doesn't stop when it comes to me apparently.

“Pretty boy,”She whispered, placing her hand on my cheek. There was no hiding the slight warmth on my face from her, no use in pretending I wasn't a subtle hint of pink. She didn't mention it, or anything, as she traced her thumb back and forth, gently caressing my cheek.

“Thank you,”I mumbled, still unsure how she sees me as someone worth her but doing my best to accept it.

“You lovely shy thing,”She hummed.

“I’m not really shy,”I argued.

“You talk to as few people as possible.”

“Sometimes it's hard to find people worth talking to.”

She looked at me like she understood me. Not just about this either. She looked at me like everything I say makes sense, like even if she doesn't agree, she knows why I think that. She knows why I don't see myself as anything special, why I can't stand foods for ultra specific reasons nobody cares about, why I like to sit back and watch. She understands me in a way nobody ever will, something that made me want to stay here, in this exact moment, forever.