Till I Met You (Ariana/You)

Chapter 8

~Y/N's POV~

Maybe I am having a case of Stockholm syndrome.

Does Stockholm syndrome make one's panties wet?

No?

It doesn't?

Oh well.

I have read somewhere that it takes weeks for Stockholm syndrome to appear. But it's only been one day.

Oh shit. I'm having a severe case of Stockholm syndrome.

Or maybe I'm just going crazy.

"Oi bitch! What are you thinking about? Are you day dreaming about how long Ariana's fingers are?"

It took me a moment to figure it out. "No!" I squealed when Shira gave me a blank expression.

I looked behind me to see Ariana ordering two cups of milkshakes from a scrawny brown haired boy named Danny. She finally decided to go to the local park at my lack of response earlier.

It's completely not my fault that she manages to shut down all my systems, except my reproductive system, which works whenever she is around.

"I can see you undressing her with your eyes, Y/N/N." Shira whispered and I turned to look at her, narrowing my eyes at her.

"I have to tell you a lot." I paused. "But not now. Later."

"What time?"

"Umm.." I dragged, "Not sure. She's taking me to the park."

"The park? That's the most boring ass place on earth. What are you two gonna do there? Fly kites?" She asked, looking incredulous.

"I don't know. What's wrong with flying kites anyway?" I whisper yelled at her, occasionally eyeing Ariana to make sure she wasn't listening into our conversation. Shira rolled her eyes.

"I won't be here one second after nine. I will be Usain-bolting my ass outta here at that time. Make sure you get here before nine." She commanded and I smiled at her request.

"Yes ma'am." I saluted her and just when I did that, Ariana turned around and smirked at my gesture.

Oh holy crap nuggets! She's gonna think I'm a weirdo. She will never talk to me again. She will throw me out of her house through the highest window and I'll be sleeping on the streets, begging for money and in a week, I'll be a stripper!

Wow I'm over reacting..

"You're girl is coming." Shira sang and moved away from me. Ariana walked towards me and I tried to remove all of the crazy thoughts from my head. She handed me the milkshake and as if it were a habit, she automatically reached for my hand, holding me close. We were soon out of the bakery with Shira giving me a happy thumbs up through the window.

I almost wanted to smack my forehead. I hope Ariana didn't see that. I turned to look at her smiling at Shira amusedly.

Crap, she saw it.

She smiled at me and pulled me closer towards her. She seemed really happy. "Good. You talk about me with your friends. That's an improvement."

I blushed and looked down, and I could hear her quiet laughter. She moved away and reached for the car door, opening it and gesturing me to go inside and I did, blushing tremendously. Once inside, I made myself comfortable and tried to calm my nerves down. She let go of my hand and I missed the warmth that it gave me.

The car shook as she came in. She reached for my hand again, holding it, as she placed it on my lap.

Burning. Burning. Burning.

Soon, we were driving across the road and I turned the radio on, to avoid all the tension.

"Tell me about yourself." She said after a while and I looked at her, pursing my lips.

"What about me?" I asked and she narrowed her eyes at me, and looked back at the road.

"Your life. Your childhood. Your dreams. Your goals.." She said and looked at me expectantly. My heart warmed immediately when she asked me about my dreams. "..your bra size."

And..she was back.

"Douchebag." I muttered under my breath while smiling, and she chuckled at my cursing.

"Tell me." She urged on.

"Can we start simple?" I asked, fidgeting nervously before looking at her. She angled her head, studying me as if she was trying to figure out what I was thinking.

"You don't trust me." She pursed her lips. She seemed sad for a second but the look was gone as soon as it came. "But that's okay. I will build it."

Suddenly, I wanted to tell her everything about myself. Every single event, my childhood, my dreams, my plans and my goals. Frowning, I bit my lip and quickly changed the subject. "I like the color red. I have aqua-phobia; fear of water and ophidiophobia; fear of snakes-"

Ariana continued smiling at me before thinking hard, before speaking.

"Favorite sport?"

"Soccer."

"Your crush?"

"Don't have one." A smile tugged at her lips at my answer.

"Relationship status?"

"Forever single."

"Not for long." She winked and I blushed, biting my lips to prevent myself from smiling. "Are you currently happy?"

"Yes." I smiled and she smiled wider.

"Do you believe in love at first sight?" She asked, her tone sounding serious all of a sudden and I almost shuddered at the sound of it.

"I fell in love with a KitKat bar at first sight. So yes." I answered and she chuckled again. She detached her hand from mine for a second before reaching towards the gear. She pulled it down, driving swiftly. Her hand quickly came back to me, holding my hand tightly as she stroked her thumb over my skin unconsciously. It was driving me a little crazy and I tried to suppress my feelings down.

The way her fingers connected with mine was like two puzzle pieces fitting together perfectly. There was no gap. It filled each and every tiny space, consuming them all. Like finding my way home, recovering what I was missing.