Summer Romance

Chapter 10

My eyes widened immediately.

No! No!! No, I did not just say that! Shit, shit, shit, shit!

"Scar, who told you my last name?", he asked me in a serious voice.

I opened my mouth for a second, but because I couldn't come up with an answer right away I closed it again and instead looked down at my hands trying to avoid his eye.

"Scarlett, look at me.", he ordered me.

I hesitated at first, but eventually looked up.

"Who told you my last name?", he asked again. I could see his body tense up.

"I... I..." I didn't know what to say.

"Scarlett, who told you my-"

"I already knew it.", I interrupted him.

His eyes widened. "You knew...?"

"Yes, I knew. And Aaron, I'm terribly sorry... I thought, if you'd know, that I knew who you are you'd think I'd be some weird fan and-"

He interrupted me, by kissing me gently. Just as yesterday, I kissed him back right away, afraid that it would end too soon. He let me go after some moments and smiled.

"I... I don't under... stand..."

"It's fine.", he said.

I frowned. "You're not mad...? You sounded mad. You're not mad?"

He chuckled quietly.

That's a good sign, isn't it?

"No, I'm not mad.", he said smiling. I sighed relieved. "I was just surprised... You acted so normal when we were together... like I wasn't... who I am. People usually don't as soon as they find out who I am."

I looked at him and smiled. "I wasn't acting.", I simply replied.

He looked at me in confusion. "What...?"

"I wasn't acting. Okay, first I was pretty excited, when I found out who you were, but..."

"But?", he asked me to go in.

"But then I realized that you're just a regular human being. You're a regular man and I'm pretty sure you also make stupid mistakes and have imperfections like the rest of us." He chuckled quietly. "That's why I was so normal around you. Well... as normal as I could be. I was pretty nervous because... I started liking you..." He smiled at me. "But I gotta ask... why didn't you just tell me who you were? Otherwise, you'd never know if people knew you and really liked you for who you are.", I asked him.

He let out a deep sigh and looked down at his hands, then back at me. "I thought what always happened would happen again. You know who I am, and you would only like me because..." He looked down again.

"Because what? Because you're famous?" He shrugged his shoulder. "Because you're attractive?" He had to smile slightly. "Because you are the smartest, nicest and most perfect guy I ever met?" He looked up at me for a second, then back at his hands. "Because I love you?"

His head shot up. "What...?"