Diary Of Aria Jones

New Boyfriend?

Yes guys, im aware I said see you tomorrow but I ended up having some things to sort for a wedding. Anyways. I'm back with a long chapter for my lovelies. Enjoy.

September 6

Well diary I think I'm over Amar. I know its been a year since I've written anything but I was actually trying to find myself.

You know what I mean? I was so caught up with the boyfriend drama that I kinda lost myself in the process.
After that night Amar left me on the roof I swore an oath that my next boyfriend should be my husband.

And for a year I stuck by this. Yea. I did.

Well. That was until I met Aaron. Yea. He looks as bad as his name sounds.

Wait. We actually weren't together. So I remain true to myself. Let me explain. Calm down diary. I'm getting to it.

So, I basically grew up with Aaron. We were neighbors for as long as I can remember. It wasn't the typical "new bad boy moves into neighborhood, girl crawls through window to meet bad boy, bad boy and girl fall in love" story.

Aaron wasn't a "bad" boy. He was actually the opposite. I wasn't even sure he was a boy at first.

He had an angelic demenour going on and it drew my attention. We didn't really talk much. He was just always there my entire childhood.

In July, I had absolutely nothing to do. One day, I was on my roof and I saw Aaron and he too was on his roof. And funny enough he was staring right back at me. Not creepy at all Ron.

Do I wave? Should I smile? What if I look away? No that might seem rude.

So I did the next best thing.

"Hi, Aaron"

"Hello, Ariel right?"

Was this a joke. Young man. We've lived beside each other for 15 years now.

"I'm joking, Aria.". Right. Funny.

"Haha", I deadpanned.

"What are you doing up here?", he shouted choosing to ignore my previous sarcastic response.

"I'm just bored. And this is kinda my spot. I should be asking you that question because I've been up here millions of times and I've never seen you"

"I see", he said.

He saw? That's all he had to say? Well ok.

I ignored his last remark and stared out on the ocean. I loved the view. How the wind blows at the perfect angle and the --

"Do you want to hang out?"

My head snapped up to look on Aaron.

"Do you", he asked once more.

"I have literally nothing to do so I guess that couldn't hurt".

"Awesome". I'll meet you down the park tomorrow at 12". And just like that he climbed down from his roof and in his house.

What just happened?

That night I found myself thinking about my little talk with Aaron.

Aaron.