Running With Wolves

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I sat in Aiden’s car, trying to image what would be in the miniature box that sat in my palms. I was itching to open it, but Ethan said to wait till I was alone. It was the least I could do—he’s already given me the most paramount gift I’ve been given by far.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Aiden’s face as he sat, smirking in the driver seat—he was clearly happy about something. I was tempted to ask why, but refrained. I sort of figured that he was hiding something from the start…

Aiden insisted that he was here because my parents needed to talk to me about something serious. But I believed him at first. He was good friends with my parents. But my mom and dad would usually call me, instead of sending somebody to come and fetch me.

But Aiden also hated Ethan’s guts, so it wasn’t exactly unheard of for Aiden to interrupt me when I’m with Ethan. To be honest, it happened quite frequently. I do like Aiden; he’s a good friend, and I wouldn’t want to lose the guy. But I don’t think I could live the day that I might lose Ethan. After all, I couldn’t deny the fact that I have a tiny little crush on him either. But that’s a different story…

I sighed, playing with the little white bow that was tied around the small box. Aiden peered over.

“Why so sad?” He asked, glancing between the road and I. I shrugged sitting there.

“Come on it’s your birthday!” Aiden said, nudging my arm. I attempted to hide my smile. I glanced over at him, seeing his polished blue eyes looking back at me. He was grinning back at me, turning up a side of his pink lips to show me his crooked smile. Aiden ran his fingers through his bleach blonde hair. I chuckled. He sure was a pretty boy…

          He really was. His bleach blonde hair, dazzling blue eyes, and cute smile—not to mention a fit body to go with those tight shirts and jeans. He was the type of guy women would swoon over, and he knows it.

          Aiden was more like a brother to me, so it was hard to see him as something of a boyfriend. He was always there for me, made me laugh, and always knew; knew everything.

          Well, almost everything. He didn’t know my little crush on Ethan. I’ve been hiding it for awhile. I knew Aiden would hate the idea, even if Ethan didn’t like me back. Which, wouldn’t surprise me—Ethan was the type of badass that got around, so to speak. He didn’t seem to be too into the idea of having a serious relationship, so I really didn’t have a chance. I and he were good friends, and I hope that’ll never change. Ever.

          Aiden drummed his hand quietly on the steering wheel as he slowly approached the street where I lived. I slightly frowned. Why would he be driving me to my house? I thought noiselessly, a small frown coming on my lips.

“Where are you taking me?” I asked, unsure. Aiden smiled.

“Back home.” Aiden said.

“But why?” I questioned, uncertain.

“’Cause I said so,” He muttered, as he approached my house. I could see the bright blue exterior of my house, but nobody was home. It was clear that Aiden was hiding something from me; but why would he bring me back here? I furrowed my eyebrows and waited in silence.

          We gradually made it to the driveway, the faded blue exterior bland against the rest of the neighborhood. The white and gray shingles and roof were odd looking against the faded blue; against the rest of the neighborhood. It used to look happy; this house; but now it just looked worn and ragged. 

          I peered in the bay window on the top floor, which was my room. I looked in, seeing all my clothes naturally thrown everywhere—I wasn’t exactly a clean person. Nobody was in there, as I could see, which was good. I never really liked it when people were in my room when I wasn’t in there. I was worried.