The Way He Changed My Life (Aaron Carpenter Fanfic)

Jason

Kennedy
I wake up early, alone in my room. Paris had a flight in the middle of the night. She briefly said goodbye because she was late for her flight.

I sit up, pushing my loose strands out of my face. I stretch, standing up.

Rushing, I grab some clothes then run to the bathroom. The memories from last night flash through my mind. I wonder what Aaron will do today.

I step into the shower, feeling the warm water drip rapidly down my cold skin. I wash my body with a bar of soap, then quickly shave under my arms and legs.

Once I'm done, I step back out, wrapping a towel around my figure. I dry myself before changing into comfortable clothes.

I wash my face, making it look a lot cleaner. I didn't bother wearing makeup. I am done with trying to impress people.

I make sure everything of mine in the room is packed inside my bags. I quickly make the bed, then walk out.

I stop as I see the boys turn the corner, heading towards their room.

"Kennedy! Wait for us to grab our bags," Cameron calls out. I sigh, deciding to wait for them.

Shawn is the first to walk out with his bags. I smile at him, kind of wanting to be alone.

"How are you? I heard you and Aaron," he says, scratching the back of his neck.

"I don't want to talk about it. But I'm not great," I look down then back at the door. Aaron walks out, then begins walking ahead of us.

"Aaron," Shawn says making him turn around, "we are all going together."

Aaron shrugs, "doesn't mean that's me." I look at him. He's wearing a black tank top, and skinny jeans with vans. His hair is done messily, he knows I like it when his hair's like that.

I bite my lip, looking away. Knowing my luck, Matthew walks out, "woah, all of Kennedy's boyfriends are here."

"Shut up Matthew," I glare at him, "they aren't my boyfriends, only Aaron has been."

"Calm down, it's a joke," Matthew retorts. Shawn laughs slightly, I roll my eyes and look at Aaron, who also looks annoyed.

"I'm leaving. Tell the others I said goodbye," I sigh. I walk away, heading towards the elevator.

I step in, focusing on my suitcase, my backpack is hanging off my shoulders. I look up, feeling my stomach drop.

"You must be obsessed," I say, looking at Jason.

"With you? No, I'd only be obsessive if you were pretty," he answers, walking toward me, placing his hand on my stomach where the stitches are still healing.

"Why can't you just kill me already?" I say sarcastically, shoving his hand off me.

"That wouldn't be fun would it? That would mean you'd be gone forever and I'd be stuck in jail for helping you," he says, crossing his arms.

"How is that helping me," I glare at him.

"You want to die, don't you?" he smirks, causing me to laugh.

"Must make you feel special since you made me feel that way," I sarcastically reply.

"It does," he says, fiddling with something in his pocket.

"Just do it," I say, giving up.

"It's not the right time," he mumbles under his breath.

"Then when is?" I raise my voice.

"You're making me mad," he says, getting a grip of the pocket knife in his pocket.

"Really? Well you've cut me before one clean stab is nothing," I turn to him.

The doors open, for the lobby. I leave, with him still close behind me.

I see the guys, they were all by the door. "Kennedy come here!" Nash yells.

I shake my head, looking behind me, Jason is gone. I double take before looking up.
I walk over to them, Nash wraps his arms around me.

"I'm staying here, for a little
longer," Nash says. I look up at him and smile.

"Have fun," I say as I pull away.

"Yeah, you too," he smiles. Aaron approaches me, I give him a confused look before he pulls me outside.

"Why were you talking to him?" he asks, with a scared look.

"Nash is my friend-" he cuts me off.

"Jason, why?" he says, not getting mad.

"Does it matter?" I say, feeling tears surface in my eyes. He puts his hands on my shoulders. I look down, then start bawling my eyes out.

"I don't want to be here anymore," I cry out. Aaron pulls me closer to him, holding my head against his chest.

"Shh, it's okay," he whispers gently.

I hear the doors open, thinking it is the boys I step back. I wipe my face, then see its Jason.

"No! Stop!" Aaron yells. My face drops as I see in the reflection in the glass wall of Jason pulling out his knife. Aaron froze as the knife cuts into my back, sticking through the front of my stomach. It definitely isn't his normal pocket knife.

"Agh!" I scream out in pain. Police officers from inside the hotel walk out and shoot Jason in the leg.

All of the guys rush out, swarming around me. I fall to the floor, hitting the back of my head on the hard ground.

~~~~~

Aaron
I drop to the ground, beside her. I could feel my whole body shaking, there is so much blood.

"Sir you need to move," an ambulance worker tells me. I look down at her blank face, she looks as if she's in pain. At the same time, she looks relieved in a way.

I step back, letting them take her away. I sit on the edge of the road, feeling completely helpless.

"Someone needs to tell Paris," Taylor says, freaking out.

My eyes dart up to the emergency vehicle, I stand up quickly.

"We can drive you to the hospital," an officer says to me. Another police car has Jason sitting in the back seat.

I nod, I feel really bad. She is the first person I actually cared about. I feel like a complete asshole for hurting her. If I never kissed Libby then this would all be fine.

"I'm going with you," Cameron says, holding onto my shoulder for comfort. I nod, we walk to the vehicle.

I sit down, looking down at my shaky hands. I feel a warm drop of water slide down my wrist. Then multiple more following. I couldn't help it.

"It'll be okay," Cameron assure me, slinging an arm across my shoulders. I put my head in my hands, trying to keep the tears in.

"I messed up bad Cam," I whisper. If I just stayed with her, she wouldn't be with Shawn. I would actually take her on proper dates. I would even move to Australia just to be with her.

"I love her," I say, looking at Cameron as a tear rolls down my cheek.

"She still likes you Aaron, she's just really stressed. You know her past, with him being here. When she wakes up, and you know she will. Then, try to get your girl back," he says, messing my hair up before putting his arms back in his lap.

I nod my head in agreement, I can't lose her again.

I won't lose her again.