Razorblade (An Aaron Ramsey Story)

Chapter Twelve

Aaron woke up with a fresh smell of pancakes and home-made caramel syrup. As if he was guided by his nose, he floated downstairs, his stomach roaring. It took him a few seconds to realize what Vanessa was doing in his kitchen, looking angel-like with her long hair wet, a white pajama shirt and a cute short with little pink poodles on them.

"Morning, sleepyhead." She greeted him with a shy smile "I hope you don't mind, I..."

"It's your kitchen too" He said quietly, grabbing a plate and Van nodded.

Did he really say he wanted to be friends with her? On the morning, that sounded like the worst idea on the planet.

"Theo called thirty minutes ago. Safe to say he freaked out when he heard my voice." Van put a strand of her hair behind her ear "But I'm happy he and Ananda are living together."

"What did he say to you?" Aaron looked at her, serious.

Theo wasn't the most mature when it came to feelings – for him, what Vanessa did was unforgivable, period. He didn't even want to hear her reasons why, just saying that if Ananda ever did something like that she "would be dead to him".

"Between yells I managed to get an ambitious motherfu..."

Aaron interrupted her, shaking his head "I'll personally make sure he calls and apologizes" He took her hand with his and their cheekbones got red.

Was that too intimate?

Aaron cleared his throat "I have practice now, but I'll come back around three... Maybe we could pick your stuff at the hotel later?"

"Sure" Van nodded "No problem. Besides, I still have a bunch of my things here, so..."

"Alright then!" Aaron got up "I'll see you later." He waved and that felt incredibly awkward.

"A wave?" Van bit her lip, containing a smile "Do you still hate me or something?" She joked.

With that, Aaron laughed, getting closer and kissing her on the face.

Way too close to her lips.

But not close enough.

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At noon, the door of the apartment burst open and none of the girls could appear more surprised.

What the fuck is she doing here?

Why the hell does she have a key to his apartment?

Rachel was the first one to canalize her thoughts into words.

"W-what are you doing?" She closed the door with more strength than she intended, taking off her heavy coat and hanging it.

"Well, I'm doing my nails and watching a rerun of Friends." Vanessa lifted up the nail polish and pointed to the TV "'Sup?" She was sitting on the floor, her hair on a high ponytail and no make up on – but she still looked pretty.

Rachel remained a few feet away from her, an eyebrow raised "No, seriously... What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Hmm, I own half of the apartment dear." Van felt sorry for her for a millisecond. The brunette acted like she knew so much – when in truth, she knew nothing.

Rachel smiled sarcastically "What do you mean, you own half of the place?"

Vanessa rolled her eyes, closing the nail polish and blowing her nails lightly "It's a long story. Go on, have a seat. Make yourself home." She teased "Let me tell you one thing: there's something called a real job. Once you get a real job, you start receiving real money, and with it you get to buy real things... Like this apartment." Van explained as if she was talking to a little child "Magical, isn't it?"