Paint You Wings

Seventeen

I bite my lip as I look at the clutter around me.

"Should we start unpacking?" Aaron asks, rubbing my shoulders.

Staring at all of the boxes I reminisce on earlier this morning. We drove to the apartment first, so I could walk around before all of the boxes and furniture were in my way. I loved it, or maybe it's just because I'm taking a further step with Aaron. It's a nice place. Bigger than most apartments, with a garden and garage. First floor apartments are usually nice.

I turn around and lay my head on his chest as his arms engulf me.

"This means a lot to me." Aaron mumbles after a while.

"What?" I look up at him.

"You moving in with me. I know how much you didn't want to at first."

I bite my lip. "I didn't want to do a lot of things at first, but when I'm with you... everything's better."

Aaron smiles at me cheekily before groping my ass.

"That wasn't permission for you to molest me." I say sticking my tongue out. I wriggle out of Aaron's grasp and grab a box labeled "BEDROOM" before walking down the short hallway to the bedroom.

The bed has already been set up in here. We used Aaron's, it's a decent sized queen and it was easier to get out, rather than going to my dad and getting mine.

I pull out Aaron's sheets and start spreading them across the bed when he walks in.

"Hey babe?"

"Yeah?" I stop what I'm doing and turn around.

"An unknown number just called you..." he throws my phone.

Catching it, I check my missed calls, and of course there is a missed call from unknown.

Which in other words is probably Alice's fiancé.

"Any idea who that is?" He asks. I look up at him and bite my lip.

"Possibly."

He raises an eyebrow and takes a step closer. "Who could it be?"

"I didn't really want to tell you... I didn't want you to worry... but it's Alice's fiancé... or at least it's one of his 'men.'"

Aaron's blue eyes takeover a protective glint and he grabs the phone from me. "I don't want him talking to you. What did he want?"

"I guess Alice went and bitched to him that I was bugging her or something like that. He just told me to leave her alone. I don't know what he wants from me now." I reach for the phone, but Aaron is quick to shove it in his pocket.

"I don't want him talking to you, understand?"

"Aaron, just give me-"

"Understand? If he calls you again just tell him to fuck off."

"Fine, whatever. Give me my phone." He hands it over and I continue putting the sheets on the bed.

Aaron walks behind me and places his hands on my hips. "I'm sorry,"

"For what?" I respond dryly.

"Getting over-protective."

I shrug. "It's okay, I understand where you're coming from."

"No, it was wrong of me. I just don't want anything bad to happen to you."

"I know, Aaron."

He gives up trying to apologize and just walks out. I sigh and sit on the now made bed. My phone starts buzzing in my pocket and I pull it out.