Define;Trust.

Chapter 3

"Thanks mom for the food. I'll get to my room now." I awkwardly break the silence as I stood up from the dining table and jogged up the stairs to my room.

I was eager to find out what secrets have he left behind in one of those papers. So I closed the door, and searched like I was hunting for gold.

Finally! I found a post-it. Weird. I don't remember seeing him taking out a block of yellow post-its. Oh well, maybe I was too concentrated in my work at that time.

Hello beautiful writer.
I'm Aiden. Aiden Andersen.
No short forms please. You would know why.
Catherine, you look like a person I could befriend with.
Call me whenever you're free.
Let's start a new journey together, shall we?

xxx-xxx-xxx

Aiden. Aiden Andersen. There's a certain ring to it that makes will make it stick to my brain for eternity. I love that name. So sudden. I squealed, and I ran around my room, I dropped on the carpet, with the post-it in hand. Should I call now? Or later? Or tomorrow? I don't know! Everything felt so light, so happy, and so bright.

Ah fuck it, let's call him now.

As I dialed the number with my shaking fingers, I was on a dilemma on whether I should be calling him now or not. But it was too late to back out now as I hit the call button. I placed my phone close to my ear. In just three rings, he picked up.

"..hello?"

"H-hi.. Is this Aiden?"

"Yes here I am, talking and present. Wait.. you sound familiar.."

I changed my vocals to a lower pitch to sound like a manly guy.

"Oh really? Is it still familiar now?"

We laughed then.

"Catherine, right?"

"Mmhm you got me."

"Finally, you called. Was waiting forever for you."

"...you..waited?"

"Of course I did! If you handed out your number to someone wouldn't you wait for them to call?"

"Yeah..you're right."

So we kept talking from then on. We talked for alot of minutes, might be hours, felt like it. I realised a few things about him; he's a photographer, likes reading books (obviously), Shiba Inu owner (very exciting) and goes to the same school as I do. We are 3rd years, that's making me even more embarrassed over the fact that I've been so blind to not stumble upon him before, not even once. He saw me two times, maybe more. His words, not mine.

I'm surprised that someone with the same age as me, can look so cute and mature.

"Well, believe it or not, we have school tomorrow." He said.

I sat back up, and look at the clock on my bedside table, 2:40AM.

I reduced my voice to a whisper.

"Oh shit! I think I better go before my mom comes in and start questioning me, which trust me, you don't want to hear."

He giggled. Man, that's now my favourite sound. I can picture him giggling with the same sound, him smiling with his ever-so-obvious dimples.

"Yes of course you should get your beauty sleep. I'll see you around in school, tomorrow."

I could sense that he was smiling. I too smiled at that thought.

"You mean later." I corrected him.

"Oh yes, tomorrow. You can tell the sleepiness is kicking in."

"I can tell it alright."

"...goodnight Catherine."

"Goodnight, Aiden."