Red, the Color of Desire

The Search

Fra's POV

Angela, Aaron's girlfriend, and him are once again screaming at each other over the phone as the guys and I just quietly sit and watch eating popcorn. For the past month we have known Aaron, we've come to a conclusion that this occurs once every two weeks on the upcoming Thursday.

"ANGELA LISTEN, I TOLD YOU THIS BEFORE, I LOVE YOU AND THAT WON'T EVER CHANGE."

"WHAT AM I SUPPOSE TO DO AT HOME WHILE YOU'RE IN LONDON WITH GIRLS THROWING THEMSELVES ONTO YOU."

"I can't help it! I have that affect on people!" Aaron says giving us a wink as we start cracking up throwing popcorn at him.

"You don't always hav- ARE YOU LETTING THE GUYS LISTEN TO US ARGUE AGAIN? What happened to our privacy?!"

"HOW IN THE WORLD ARE THEY NOT GOING TO HEAR YOU SCREAMING AT ME? Victor Hugo can probably hear you!"

"But he's dead..."

"My point proven."

"Oh, you think this is funny huh? Well I'm done. Call me back when you're ready Aaron."

"Oh, you're done now? You've said that the past 4 times and look how far we've gotten. Bravo Angela, bravo. Have a great day!" he shouts hanging up.

We let his anger settle for a moment before we start throwing popcorn at him.

"Why the hell do you keep going back to that devil?" George asks.

"I don't even know. We've known each other for years since we grew up together in the same town. There's something about her that I can't let go!"

"Well look what we have here! I think it's time for you to start looking for some new fish in the sea," Alistair proclaims throwing his arm around Aaron.

"Example A," he says removing the curtain from the window. "Look at all of these fine looking creatures!"

"Dude Alistair, look again."

We all look out the window and see a rather large man scratching his behind..

"Cute, nice choice bro," I mutter.

"I think I'll just stick with Angela, we're just so perfect for each other!"

"Snap out of it Aaron! You're not even 30 and you're talking about being tied down forever to a beast! Look at George over there, he brings back a new girl every weekend."

"I don't know Fra, it's been hard. I haven't had much time searching for somebody new anyway."

The guys and I all stare at each other for a moment and all understand what each other has in mind. "It looks like it's your lucky day then! We're taking a day off and heading down to the fashion show happening downtown tonight."

"No way, Tom is not going to be happy. Plus, why would I want to be at some fashion show?"

"Live a little!" George shouts splashing some of his vodka in Aaron's face. "My bad, thought I was drinking water. But just think about all of the single babes there. British girls do love American guys!"

Alistair and I at the same time pretend to swoon over Aaron like fan girls.

"Oh Mr. Tveit, you're even more handsome in person!"

"Sing that song for me again Aaron?"

Everyone just begins laughing and Aaron's almost rolling over on the floor and George is spitting back up his vodka.

"Man, you guys kill me," Aaron says wiping his eyes. "Fine, but just one night. And if I don't find my girl, I'm calling Angela right when I get back."

We nod our heads and proceed to leave.

Aaron's POV

The fashion show we attend is full of high end fashionistas from around the world.

"See anyone you like?" Fra asks nudging my arm.

"Hmm, not yet. OH, hot brunette 12 o clock," I say racing towards her.  

"Hi, I'm Aaron and you're too beautiful not to know me."

"Hola, mi english es muy malo."

"Oh uhh umm, no español," I quietly say walking away returning to the guys.

"No luck?"

"Of all the girls here, I choose the non English speaking one! Let's get out of here."

Everybody frowns but agree that we should be leaving.

"Damn it, I forgot my wallet at the bar!" George yells.

"Wait here, I'll get it," I offer heading towards the bar.

I quickly find his wallet and when I'm walking back, I nearly knock this girl over.

"I'm so sorry! Are you alri-" she looks up and I immediately feel butterflies forming in the pit of my stomach and my face begins to flush with red.

"Yes, I'm fine. Thank you for helping me up," she calmly says cleaning her dress.

"No problem...no problem at all," I mutter as she smiles and walks away.

"Aaron!" I hear somebody call.

Alistair walks over to me as I stand admiring the girl from a distance.

"Dude, you alright? You look drunk."

"Oh what? Yeah I'm fine. Let's get out of here."

All through the car ride, I can't seem to take my mind off of the girl I bumped into. Too bad i'll never see her again.

Poor Aaron in this chapter. I hope you guys are liking it! 2 votes and 2 comments till the next! Oh, and check out a night full of you, my other fanfic! It needs a few more votes and comments till the next chapter :) thanks xx