My Fake Boyfriend

Drunk Conversations

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Aaron's head snapped to my direction,

"What?" He questioned.

Now, I was beyond nervous. I didn't want to get him angry or make him upset, but I wanted answers.

I sighed inwardly, gathering all my courage.
"Well, you're always so mean and you said 'not when you're there' when I offered for you to sleep on the bed? Do you hate me that much?" I asked timidly, making sure to not look away.

Aaron looked straight at me, his eyes were curious before they returned to normal and he shrugged lazily.
"Well, I know, you've never been in that type of situatuon, so I didn't want to make you uncomfortable." he explained.

"How can you be so sure I haven't done it before?" I said defensively, my nose crinkling slightly in anger.

He scoffed and rolled his eyes, turning to me.
"Don't bullshit. I can tell from a mile away" He said, amusement apparent on his features.

My eyebrows furrowed at this.
"Tell what?" I asked, sobering up a bit and I could tell a pounding headache was waiting for me.

He laughed, but then turned to me, looking at me earnestly.
"The innocence" I didn't say anything, so he continued explaining.

"You're so innocent, Lexi. You're so naive compared to most girls at our school." He said, looking away at the window. I didn't dare to speak. I was scared I might break this connection and make him close up again like always. He smiled at the window, as if thinking of a certain memory.

He shook his head before speaking again.
"It's rare quality, I guess."

"Okay, so laying in the same bed would 'change' that?" I questioned, using the word change for a lack of better words.

He turned from the window to look at me again.
"I don't want you to think I hate you, Lexi. I'm not looking to make a pass at you, but not because I don't want to, but because I respect you too much for that." He said, looking me straight in the eyes. The intensity from his eyes made me break eye contact. They looked just as they had when we first met. So electrifying. Aaron then clenched his eyes shut, his face burning with regret. He covered his face with his hands and his elbows rested on his knees.

"I'm a fucking idiot" He groaned, more to himself than to me.

"No, you're not" I stated, defiantly. I didn't know why I was defending him, but I felt like I had to make him better when he felt down. It was the people-pleaser in me.

He removed his hands from his face and ran a hand through his hair.
"I keep talking about keeping this innocence, but I'm the one that fucking kissed you. I did that." He said, looking angry with himself.

I had a sudden urge again to make him feel better, seeing as I was such a people pleaser.
"Well, in that case you are an idiot" I said jokingly, trying to lift the mood. He chuckled slightly, but some of the anger was still there. I could see it on his face.

"And about the kiss" I continued
"I started it, so don't beat yourself over it" I said reassuringly.

Truth be told, I didn't mind it at all for a first kiss. His lips were so soft, but firm and his hands burned everywhere they caressed. The images of us together, not more than two minutes ago, burned in my head, even just the thought of it made me blush.

Aaron looked at me with a blank expression.
"Why would you mind? You were drunk. When you're drunk everything feels like cloud nine" he said, confidently as if that was the absolute and only possible answer as to why I liked the kiss. If only he knew how sober I was feeling right now.

But why was he so against the drunk? I remember when he first thought I was drunk he got very angry. I still remember how his jaw clenched and how his eyes narrowed. I felt so confused on seeing him that angry.

Surely, it wasn't because he didn't like drunk people in general, for I had seen him hanging around and dancing with girls who were drunk off their asses. And, even he had spoken about hangovers and the like with his friends so it wasn't as though he had a complete aversion to the beverage.

I coughed, which got his attention. He looked at me intently as a sign to urge me to carry on.
"So, why did you.." I stopped, thinking of the right words to say.

"Why did I what?" He repeated, his face curious.

"Why did you get so angry when you found out I was drunk?" I blurted out before clenching my hands on small fists

He noticeably stiffened from my question, his stance going rigid. He looked at me, but it didn't seem like he was looking at me at all. His eyes were distant and his mind was somewhere else. We both sat in silence, not saying anything. I looked around the room out of awkwardness. Aaron just stared at me distantly.

He then broke away from his thoughts and looked at his watch.
"It's late. Go to sleep" he said simply, not giving me an answer to my question. I decided not to push it any further. I mean, he could talk about it when he wants. We were obviously not that close that he would go around telling me everything. I mean, I didn't tell him everything.

I looked at the time on my phone before sitting up as I looked around his room.
"I guess I'll get going home then." I added and Aaron shook his head.

"Send a text and stay for the night. It's way too late." He suggested and I nodded, feeling way too tired to make the journey home. I reached for my phone and texted my mum as Aaron spoke.

"I'll drop you off early in the morning to get ready properly."

I stood up from my seat and Aaron urged me to the blanket, my eyes drooping.

He smiled at me before making his way to the door. Where was he going?
"Wait! Don't leave me" I whined, sounding like a child.

He laughed before coming up to me and pulling up the blanket further.
"I have a party going on downstairs, Lexi. I can't just leave it." he said, a look amusement on his face. I blushed, feeling stupid. How could I forget about the party? I could still hear the music and cheering.

He sat down on the edge of the bed.
"You're tired. Go to sleep" he ordered.

I smiled at his controlling attitude and inwardly rolled my eyes.
"Night" I chirped before closing my eyes.

I felt a hand touch my temple, caressing down to my jaw, making me shiver.

"Night, princess" he muttered before getting up and making his way to the door.

I couldn't be bothered to open my eyes or even change in to any other clothes. I was so tired, but I went to sleep with a smile on my face.

He called princess.