Loving My Best Friend

Chapter 13

Aiden's POV

I got home, actually we got home, after the quite long journey from the game. Enid was tired from the 'accident' there. I parked the car in the driveway and I was about to open the front door when Mrs. O'hara opened it for us. Definitely in the mood of congratulating us, but then she gasped seeing Enid.

"Oh dear God! What happened to you, Enid?"

"Just a little accident. Some kid tripped me. It happens, you know." Enid assured her and led her into the kitchen to get water, draping a hand on her shoulder. I did not follow them. I was drained anyway.

"I'm gonna go in my room." I turned and left. I knew he would understand what I needed and come to my room with something to eat.

"Ok, thanks for the water. Gotta take..." His voice faded as I turned the first right for my room. Going into the room, I went straight to the bathroom, collecting the first aid box, I grabbed a towel and wet it for Enid.

As I entered my bedroom again, I saw Enid was sitting on my bed, shirt was off and the cold wind coming from the A.C was blowing back his silky black hair. He could not bear a hot weather. There was sandwiches on the bed side table.

I threw the wet towel to him which landed on his face. He yelped. Removing the towel he rubbed his nose cautiously. If it was any other time, I'd have laughed and say sorry, but this time I was angry with him, with myself, i did not say anything.

I sat next to him, placing the box between us while he was wiping his hand and body. I grabbed his chin and forcefully made him look at me. His nose was red as well as his face got redder.

"It's o-okay, A." He was now having hard time to speak?

"Yeah, it's okay. Then I don't need them." I said referring to the box.

"They treated me there. It's fine." He grabbed my wrist as I got up with the box to return them to their place. "Ok, fine. You can give me any treatment you want."

As much as it sounded something dirty to me, I knew he did not mean that. I face him and said, "I don't want you to play anymore."

His face changed. "Huh! Déja Vu. Don't you think it sounds so familiar. Did you listen to me when I said the exact same thing to you?" He crossed his arms over his chest. Just like the stubborn he was.

"No, but it's different. I love football. It is my  passion. I live for it. You don't, then why?" My voice was growing louder. I barely could control the anger that I was feeling inside.

"What do you mean 'why'? Why don't you like that I can have a interest in football?"

"What?! You never had any when I used to tell you and all of a sudden, when Rick told you, you did? You suddenly found your 'interest' in the game?" I shouldn't have air-quoted the word and said those things. I was regretting them as soon as they were flying out of my mouth, but the truth was the truth and it hurt me too. More than him.