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Aaron's POV (Cause I can)
It was 6:00 am, time for my daily run. Runs usually jumpstart my body, waking it up and getting it ready for the difficult parts of the day ahead.
I closed the heavy oak (Hmmmmm) door behind me.
I may have slammed it.
All I can think about is her. I know everyone says its puppy love or just some weird obsession but I just can't seem to do anything without my mind thinking of her.
But....if she is happy without me, I should try to let her be, but it feels so wrong.
I feel like Lady Irene herself is pushing me towards her.
We have something. I don't know if its a friendship, or more.
I shake my head of this thought. That's in the past.
She is moving on, you should too. To the future.
I pull my hood tighter over my head and tighten my bandanna.
She gave me the bandanna when I had previously cut myself from throwing a werewolf out the window.
NO! Stop looking back!
I started down the sidewalk, jogging at a steady pace.
I realize I was passing by her house.
I don't look at her window.
I felt the slight breeze of autumn skim my face. I felt it against my stomach and my chest since I never wear a shirt.
I smile a bit, remembering her blushing face.
Ah! Stop thinking of her! Oh Irene, what have I done to earn this?
I was staring at the ground, as my arms and legs swayed in the repetitive motion.
I heard a noise.
Then a voice.
Then a crash.
Then a bark.
Most of all, I heard a scream.
Sorry, this is so short! If you are looking for a funny part of this book, it will be coming! I just want the mood to be set because if this happened to the real Aphmau and Aaron, it wouldn't be something to laugh about, but stay tuned! I will post more chappies today anyways! I twisted my knee. Clumsy me! Thanks for reading and have a nice day!
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