Silly.

5. Can't stop, won't stop, I must be dreaming.

Aiden's POV.

I had to be dreaming.

The car ride to my house was spent with me fidgeting in the driver's seat, half the time wanting to ask James to pinch me and the other half of the time berating myself for being such an idiot. He must've thought I was crazy in love with him now, if he didn't already. I mean, what had that been? 'I'd do anything to make you happy.' Real smart, Aiden.

On the other hand, it was his own damn fault. He'd gotten me a daisy chain--he must've driven at least an hour at like 3am to find any, they were fresh--and then he'd been touching my hair and he smelled delicious, like pine and fire smoke and sort of like the sun, and then I leaned closer and just kissed him. I mean, it was a kiss on the cheek, but still. I kissed him!

And then he had to go and look so damn happy about it, like I'd gone and made his whole life by pressing my lips to his skin. His smile was so contagious; he was the only person who never failed to make me smile when he wanted to. My feelings just spilled out, like word vomit, and I couldn't control them. In the moment I hadn't even wanted to; it felt good.

But now, with us in the car and him as calm as ever, I couldn't help but regret this. I'd told him that I'd just let him do this-- what in the world was I doing?

Breaking your own heart.

That was something my head and the ache in my chest could agree on.

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After dropping our backpacks in our respective dwellings, James leapt nimbly over to my balcony from his. I'd never known how much of an issue that balcony room would cause at the time I picked it. 

"James, it's really impolite to watch me change when we haven't even had our first kiss."

He sighed, but turned around, chuckling and allowing me to change in peace. I didn't do much, but our school's strict dress code was annoying, so I changed my shirt into a white one that barely covered my belly button, and purple jeans, darker than my hair color. Slipping into my Converse again, I tapped James on the shoulder, grinning as he jumped. 

"I thought you'd never be done, O Princess of Virtue," he said solemnly, making me smack him lightly in the stomach with the back of my hand. I'd done that since forever, in a poor excuse to feel his abs, but he never minded. 

"At least I don't strip in front of innocent sophmore eyes for no reason!"

He glowered at me, and I couldn't help but still find him heartbreakingly attractive. "It wasn't for no reason! I wanted to be comfy so I had to change. You're the one who made me swim in my boxers anyway!"

I had forgotten this small detail. "Hmph," I muttered, pouting, "You always blame me."

But I couldn't pout very long, considering the fact that I just remembered why he was here and the fact we were going on a date. A date with James Cavallier. My dream come true.

I was snapped out of my reverie when James pressed his lips to my nose, a severe blush rising to my skin as I immediately smiled. It was such a sweet, tender gesture, and James didn't do sweet and tender. Not even when he was being romantic. My eyes unfocused for a moment, just looking at his face. His eyes were closed, but a smile as big as mine stretched across his lips as he looked utterly content.

That moment I couldn't feel anything but happiness.

Of course, being himself, James had to open his eyes and ruin our moment. "Are we going now? God, you're such a girl, Aiden."