My Perfect Problem

Chapter 4

She is a girl that doesn't mind all of me.

Crack...BOOM! What is that, you ask? A car accident? A gun shot? No. I broke down Theo's door. And I was shocked at what the sight placed upon me.

Theo was on the couch, totally ignoring my grand entrance. Whiteney was standing by the stairs, hair in her mouth which has dropped open. Peter looks like he wants to cry. And a hot stranger looking fairly amused.

Wait...that's not a stranger...that's...the new kid!

Cue to creepy piano music. Den Den Den !!!! Well, this is awkward.

I cleared my throat. Everybody snapped out of their dream land, or misery land for some others. "Hey Mr and Mrs Blake. How are you two doing? Well, I hope," I asked nervously.

"Um..Uh..h-hi Ashlynn. Haha. Y-you broke down our door...like..a-again. Haha," Peter's eye twitched.

"Hehe..uh, about that, I will just borrow your son for a year probably and go off to, uh, yeah. Bye!" I said as I grabbed Theo by his collar.

So out the door I ran, towards the moon and to my preffered destination – my silly best friend dragged along behind me...

Sike! Just kidding!

I tripped on the stairs and rolled to the (thankfully) deserted road, groaning at my lack of luck. Theo was busy laughing with the rest, who came over to see what the commotion was. Yay life, am I right?

I stayed there, groaning in pain, drowning in the sound of laughter. Out of nowhere, a sharp pain striked through my chest. I had no energy or voice to scream or whimper. To breath was the most painful thing ever. I instead took in short breathes and soon, the pain decreased, leaving my body limp.

Theo, who noticed I wasn't playing around, ran to my side.

"Thea, are you okay? Where do you feel the pain?" he asks anxiously, reading my expression. I felt helpless, knowing I can't tell him anything.

You know, when someone's about to have stroke, seconds before, their face morphs into pure pain. The pain then shoots through their body until they can't move. That describes me well. I am most definitely not having stroke.

Even though I've felt that a thousand times, it never fails to scare me each occasion. What scares me more this time, is that Theo does not know what to do. I had to watch his face and eyes panic, thinking he is useless when it comes to saving his best friend's life. And that hurts me too.

Only his parents know what to do. This had happened at a small gathering my family held. They stayed quite late since Theo was sleeping over anyway. I was going to get a drink when it happened. They watched me crumble before their eyes. That was the time I felt the luckiest Theo was not present. I was I to explain it.

Then again, his parents are here. They rushed to my side and as they picked me up quickly yet gently, I could hear Theo's faint calls. My blurred vision limited me to seeing that not so far in the distance, the new kid slowly backed up, guilt evident on his face. But I was probably just dreaming.

I felt Theo's soft, warm hand grabbing my small, cold ones. Then, I said something that shocked everyone, even me,

"Aiden," yeah, I kinda haven't said that in a long time. Whoops. Whiteney, who was carrying me, lost her grip for a second. Peter, who was calling my parents, paused for a second then proceeded to talk softer, as if I'd say anything more to prove I was completely psycho. Theo paled. I think.

"A-Aiden? Not Theo?" his voice wavered. He squeezed my hand tightly as he smiled. I tried to squeeze back. His family has never heard me call him by his first name. He, on the other hand, has always wanted me to call him that since the day I stopped. He was too self-cautious, I guess. I can still remember when I first called him that.

Our 5-year old selfs sat on the field, finally tired of running around. Then, an idea popped into my head.

"Hey, Aiden. Wanna play 20 questions?" I spoke.

"Sure, why not? I'll start first. Umm...what's your full name?" he asked curiously. I blushed.

"Ashlynn Thea Brown," I replied hushly.

"It's cute. I like it. Anyways, it's your turn now. What's your question?" he said and asked cheerfully.

"Hehe..er...oh! What's your full name?" I smirked. His smile instantly disappeared.

"Oh come on! Please, no! Please!" he begged. I gave him the look. "Oh fine, ugh! It's...it's Aiden Theodore Blake. But don't tell anyone," I told him exactly what was on my mind. I told him I wouldn't have to. I told him it was cute, just like mine. I told him I would be calling him that, forever and ever. So he begged. Like, full on begged.

He got down to his knees and continued begging. And being the scardy-cat 5-year old I am, I thought he was proposing. I ran far and fast away from him. And...he chased me. All the way home. Sweet right....wrong.

He tackled me down and 10 minutes later, we were still rolling in my backyard. We finally got tired (again) and laid on our backs (again), watching the sunset together.

"I'm still gonna call you Theo. 'Cause I still think it's cute. Hi Theo," I giggled. Even though he gave me a black face, I could see the happiness shining from his brown eyes.

Being so into my memories, I didn't realise that I passed out and ended up on a bed. In Theo's room. I'm on Theo's bed. I thought I was alone, until I heard his voice. He was actually scolding himself, but I couldn't make out words.

I assume Theo the new guy assumed I was asleep, but assumed wrong so he assumed I was awake and assumed my lack of clothes, and new guy assumed I woke up, the I assume he fell from the surprise of his assumption being assumed wrong since I was closing my eyes and everyone assumed I was asleep, but their assumption that was assumed to be assumed right was actually assumed wrong, I assume.

Yeah.

Basically, when I sat up, Justin was angrily looking at Theo, whispering a scolding, Theo's eyes were covered by his hands, new guy was sprawled across the floor and the parents shushing everyone.

Nice.

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