His Girl #Wattys2016

21. You, too?

It's wonderful how much human eyes can register about a person from a nearer distance. I had always thought Aaron had normal green eyes, but it was when I looked at him in that moment that I saw that they were a smoky dark green, with black flecks. Exotic looking.

Also, my brain registered his height slowly. Being a tall person myself, I had never had to feel inferior in front of anyone. Drake was taller than me, but barely by a couple of inches. Both Raemon and Vaughn, the only other boys I had ever been in that close proximity of, were both about six foot tall (five inches taller than myself) but their height had never overwhelmed me. But Aaron was tall. The kind of tall that made you feel like you're half under the ground.

"How tall are you?" I blurted out before I could stop myself.

"Shouldn't you be knowing that already?" He teased me, "I'm 6'3". Too tall, I know."

"No, it's perfect. I'm just not used to feeling like a dwarf, so..." I stalled.

"Yeah, I noticed that. You're quite tall for an eighteen year old! I don't even have to stoop down to talk to you." The way he said it, I felt like it was an achievement.

"Well, yeah. Hey, mind if I make a lame joke?" I asked, suddenly noticing that he hadn't laughed in about five minutes. "A clichéd joke, I promise."

"Sure?"

I cleared my voice and polished my fake British accent in my head, before speaking up. "How's the weather up there, mate?"

Aaron's mouth twitched in the corners, like he was about to smile. Only, he didn't. He laughed out loud. "That fake accent was so... fake!" He doubled over, laughing.

Adrian, who had just opened the door, looked from Aaron to me in surprise.

"I was afraid of walking in and disturbing a kissing session, but wow, you surprised me," he said, looking at me. "He's been laughing so much lately, I have almost forgotten the brooding musician I had for a brother."

"Dude, you should've heard her fake accent. It was so cute!" Aaron, still laughing, stuttered.

"Ugh, I hate how happy you make him!" Adrian said, shocking me out of my wits by giving me a hug.

"Come on, let's go now," Aaron said, trying hard to stop laughing. "I want to get some practice done before you make me forget about that, as well," And he walked out of the room.

I smiled to myself when I saw that the silly grin was still plastered to his face. He looked happy, and happy made him look extra gorgeous. And my little fangirl heart was drinking it all in.

Drake pulled out of the driveway and stopped before us. Before I could reach for the door, Drake climbed out and got into the backseat with Adrian. Grinning, Aaron took the driver's seat and without any other choice, I climbed in and sat low in the passenger's seat.

"Is that your 'I'm-so-happy-I-can't-stop-sulking' face?" Aaron asked, once I had buckled myself up.

I pout in response.

"Hey, what's wrong? Shouldn't you be thanking them for letting you sit with me?" He half whispered to me.

I looked in the rearview mirror and saw that both the guys were engrossed in a deep conversation. So I looked at Aaron and smiled.

"I am. I just wish it weren't that obvious," I whispered back.

"Sarah," he looked at me, eyes boring into mine. "It's not you. It's me who's obvious."

I stared at him for a moment. I was unsure if he meant what I thought he did, or if it was my mind playing games with me. When I couldn't manage to make sense of it, even after an excruciatingly long moment, I decided to let him clear the air.

"I don't get you?" I say, meekly.

"It's just that my brother has always been able to read me so well. He always just knows. So, it was easy for him to see even this time," he went on rambling.

And I sat there, blinking at this gorgeous, talented, to-kill-for guy. I took him in; his boyish grin, his perfect curly hair that he managed to keep under control, his beautiful green eyes, his not well toned but still muscular body that was proof of his lazy gym schedule. This guy who's fingers created magic when they moved on an instrument. This guy whose voice had been my favourite music since the moment I heard him laugh. This guy who was right in front of me, pulling me in as if he were the personification of gravity. Someone I had been waiting to call my guy for so long. Aaron Nate Mason. Who I was completely, crazily, undeniably in love with.

"Sarah? Did I say too much? Answer me!" Aaron was saying, guilt and fear etched on his face.

"Huh?" I asked.

It was then that I realised that the car had come to a halt. A quick scan, and I was sure that we had reached our destination. Though for how long we had been there, I had no idea. Stupid self talking idiot, I cursed myself.

"Didn't you hear anything I said just now?" He asked, his face turning a deep red. "Oh, my God!"

I quickly looked at the rearview mirror again, and this time both the guys in the backseat were staring right at me. I felt like I was in the limelight, faced by an audience I didn't recognise. And for the first time in my life, I was scared of attention. I swallowed hard.

"I'm sorry, Aaron. I was... I got lost in my thoughts," I blurted out.

I heard a snicker from the backseat, but didn't turn to see who it came from. I was enough embarrassed already, I didn't want to know who was finding it funny and who wasn't. My gaze shifted slightly, and fell on Aaron's eyes. They looked as if they were ablaze in the afternoon sun, they shone brightly with anger. No, not anger, because the ends of his lips were curled up ever so slightly. He was smiling! And that wasn't anger in his eyes, it was something more fierce. It was something I could relate to. Aaron Mason's eyes were staring into mine as he took my hand that had been clutching the seatbelt so tightly, my knuckles had turned white.

"I was telling you how happy being with you makes me. I was saying... oh, God, it's embarrassing to repeat myself like this!" He gripped my hand tighter, and I felt myself grow warmer. "Well, it all sums up to this. I like you, Sarah. And it'd mean the world to me if you could give me a chance."