Priceless. (boyxboy)

Chapter 12.

Three hours before kidnap …

Aiden’s POV

“So what if you're hot and I’m not? You see that I’m a funny guy who won’t make you cry. So be mine, so be mine, ah-aay.” I gently sang with a smile on my lips, making the consonants husky on purpose. It was about 6:30PM, and I had decided to sing for club ‘Steamy Love’ slightly earlier than usual. I thought it was unfair of me to ask Noel for loyalty when I was the one testing my own loyalty to him. Perhaps it would’ve been better if I learned how to say ‘no’ every once in a while to the clubs that wanted me to sing late, and try to find a little time to spend with my lover. After all, we still had Doctor Who to watch. As far as I’ve heard from Noel, he’s already watched season 1 and 2, so I promised we’d watch the third one. I actually haven’t watched the second season, but since half the episodes are stand-alone and not connected to each other, I suppose I could make that sacrifice.

“I wanna know if you like me, girl ..Give me sugar and honey— No, we don’t need any money! We love each other, cause love is for free” I was smiling so happily just from the thought of Noel waiting for me at home. I’ve always loved singing and seeing people enjoying my songs, but from the moment I met the black-haired devious angel, my pleasure from working had suddenly doubled. It was like I had put on pink sunglasses and now everything was lovey-dovey and magical to me. I was literally looking at the world from another angle and another perspective. He opened my eyes for things I couldn’t see, and he closed my eyes to things I didn’t wish to witness.

“I wanna know if you like me, girl—“ I quickly pointed my microphone towards the people in front of my little stage and they sang together with me, covering my voice completely. It was just one big, happy chorus who was led by my faint voice.

“Give me sugar and honey— No, we don’t need any money!” They sang like a true family, getting into the tune and the melody perfectly. It was a song I haven’t sang much, but they knew it almost as well as me.

“We love each other ‘cuz love is for free ~” I pulled back my microphone to sing that last part and, after I waited for the tiny rap, I quickly pointed it towards my audience.

“So what, if you’re—“

“HOT!”

“And I’m—“

“NOT!”

“You see that I’m a funny guy who won’t make you cry. So be mine, so be mine, ah-aay!” I continued singing for my lovely listeners, as they continued singing with me throughout the whole mini-concert I had for them. Seeing them so happy and cheerful made my heart flutter like a girl that had just seen her crush walk towards her.

And when I thought I would meet Noel at home when I come back from a long and hard (no pun intended) day, I almost immediately began working even harder and got overly-enthusiastic and motivated.

“Alright … alright, phew. Wow, guys.” I laughed when I was about to sing my last song. I was already sweaty and tired, and seeing the way people looked at me, I supposed sweat drops were glazing my skin like sunrays blazed on the sea, making it look shiny and golden in the distance. Or at least, that’s what people have written about me on twitter. W-what, am I not allowed to check my twitter account every now and then?

“Alright, so, what are we going to do now? Should I, er … leave?”

“We want more!” They screamed in my face and I shivered, laughing a moment after. Well, they were obsessive, but I still had one more song to sing, so they were right in being obsessive.