Maybe Something More

03 | apology accepted?

AYDEN
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MY LITTLE PLAN also included consulting Mom, since Scott was no help. Then again, the guy didn't even have a girlfriend yet, so going to him or advice on girls wasn't the smartest idea coming from the mind of someone who supposedly aced the Harvard entrance exam with flying colors.

I had disturbed her about the matter as she was preparing dinner, the aroma of the food already taunting me.

"Get her flowers!" Mom exclaimed, stopping to face me with an excited grin. "You know her favorite kind, don't you? So I'm thinking just show up at her door with the flowers and apologize!"

I had groaned about it. Mom was awfully sappy about all problems concerning Juliette and whatever girl I was dating at the moment—though, it was mostly Juliette.

"But Mom! You out of all people know how terrible I am at apologizing!" I had said, nearly screaming. "What makes you think that Juliette would forgive me for it?"

Mom shrugged. "I don't," she had replied calmly as she went onto slicing and mincing carrots. "I'm just stating what would be the best to do in a girl situation, Ayden. It's actually your fault for getting yourself into this mess."

"It isn't my fault I had to like her," I grumbled under my breath as I walked away from my mom, frowning as I stuck my hands in my pocket and raced up to my box-filled bedroom, trying to think of other solutions, but to no avail.

I sighed and laid back on my bed, burying my face in my hands, grumbling to myself about how Juliette drove me insane.

Man, what has that girl done to me? I thought mournfully as I contemplated over how much I've thought about Juliette today, and how much I messed up and needed to make it up to her. Why, oh, why did I have to end up having feelings for this girl? With a sigh, I mumbled, "Making it so damn hard for me, Jules."

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IN A NUTSHELL, that was how I ended up at the Ashton residence looking as nervous as hell. I kept fidgeting around with a pink tie that my mom forced me to wear, saying that she "had a hunch" about who knows what. She was usually right, so I wore the tie anyways.

I had also brought along a bouquet of begonias because those flowers were always Jules' favorite. I remembered when she dragged me out to look at her mom's flower décor, and she would always mutter about how begonias looked like prettier roses minus the thorns.

That was how I ended up with a bouquet of begonias that matched my tie— I felt so pretty. Pretty embarrassed, that is.

And I proceeded to feeling even more humiliated when Mrs. Ashton opened the door, smiling at me like she was amused at my pink apparel.

"Ayden," Mrs. A said as she answered the door. "I knew you'd come! Jules has been a little down and I..." She trailed off as soon as she spotted the flowers I held in my hand. "Begonias," she mused. "Juliette's favorite. Very classy, Ayden."

I laughed nervously, knowing that Juliette's mom and my own mother had an unhealthy habit of "shipping" us together. "Thanks, Mrs. A," I replied. "Jules isn't too mad at me is she?"

"She's been set on calling you a moronic idiot over the past hour and a half," Mrs. A replied with a witty smile and a small laugh. "Not too upset, I'd wager."

"Gee," I muttered sarcastically. "That makes me feel all the more better."

I stepped inside the house, following Mrs. A until the foot if the stairs before she turned to me with a look of warning and seriousness on her face.