Portraits [On Hold]

Chapter 18- Yellow Daisies II

His green eyes were fixed on mine as he stared at me, his mouth slightly agape. I looked around trying to make sense of the whole situation and realized it was just him and the table. He was wearing a white shirt under a casual black blazer, some dark skinny jeans, and some black vans. Leave it to Aiden to wear vans to a fancy restaurant.

I slowly started walking towards him, my stomach turning into a human butterfly cage and my heart beating about ten times louder than usual.

He took a step closer to me as well and then we both just stared at each other for a few seconds, standing right by the edge of the rooftop and besides the table. Then, he finally spoke.

"Wow." His eyes looked at me with some kind of adoration. "You look gorgeous." He breathed, using his free hand to run his fingers through his dark hair. I wasn't able to utter a word, still shocked at what was happening.

"Goodness, June." He scratched the back of his neck nervously. "I'm sorry, it's just—you, you look stunning," he whispered, and I couldn't help but let a huge grin onto my face.

"Well, uhm, thank you," I replied shyly, feeling my cheeks burn up.

He kept his eyes glued on me and I finally decided to find out what this was all about.

"Aiden, what is all this?" I asked, looking up at him.

"Oh, right," he mumbled quickly, lifting up the flowers. "These are for you. Yellow daisies, your favorite." He beamed at me, and I took them from him, a small smile on my face.

I put them up to my nose, breathing in the scent of the pretty flowers.

"And well, all this," he started, quickly glancing at the table and then back at me. "You could call it a surprise date, I guess?"

I let out a light laugh. I totally didn't know that, Captain Obvious.

He seemed to notice what he had just said and shook his head.

"No- I mean, it is. But that's not- not what I meant. What I'm trying to say is," he stuttered, a line appearing between his eyebrows and his cheeks turning pink. I raised an eyebrow at this, a huge smile spreading across my face.

Aiden Blackwood is...blushing? Oh, this is legendary.

Someone please take a picture, I thought.

"Look," he said, pausing for a second, his eyes practically burning right through my soul. "I'm just going to say it. I like you. And I don't mean like as a friend. I mean, I really like you," he admitted, and his eyes desperately searched for something in mine when he saw that I just stood there, speechless. I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out.

Aiden likes me?

Aiden likes me.

Oh my goodness.

Aiden likes me!!!

As more than a friend.

What do I do?! Say something! React, you idiot!

He looked extremely nervous, his expression overtaken with desperation for an answer from me.

"Goodness, you don't like me. Of course you don't. Who am I kidding? You hate me," he started saying quickly, looking extremely embarrassed. "I'm sorry. You don't have to-"

"Aiden," I interrupted him, the corners of my mouth quirking up. "I don't hate you," I assured him.

The second I said that, his expression immediately softened, clearly relieved.

"Sorry, I'm just surprised. I didn't expect any of this. I'm not sure what to say," I admitted, looking down at the yellow flowers in my hands and then looking back up at him.