These Lights

Five: Tension

What was I thinking?!

I barely know Aaron and I agreed to go over to his place!

That's like kissing on the first date!

I was nerve racked, What if his place was just filled with junk, or maybe he was super rich and has gold plated... everything!

I don't know why I was so panicked, he's assured me that everything would be fine, but, what if he's a secret serial killer and just wants to lure me in so I can be his next victim.

It was nearly noon, he would be coming soon to pick me up, did I look okay? Did I smell weird?

Why did I care? It's not like he asked me out. He just asked me to hang out. Or... Did he actually ask me out?!

No. No. I need to calm down, you know enough about him, he's your friend. Your just hanging out.

A hard knock on the door spiraled my brain into overdrive, my heart wanted to explode from my chest, why did I agree to this, why?

"Aph? It's me." I slowly; and nervously opened the door, he smiled and chuckled, obviously I wasn't hiding my emotions too well.

"Why are you nervous?" He asked, leaning against the doorframe, I blushed, I didn't want him to know my emotions, but it seemed he could read me like a book.

"I-I'm not!" My voice cracked and a smirk started to make It's way to his face, this man was going to kill me.

"Oh? Then why are you so red?" He flirted playfully, I groaned under my breath, man he was good.

"Because... just, let's go!" I huff and lock the door behind me, and he chuckles a little.

We take about ten steps to the left and he swings open his door to let me in.

It was, actually quite normal, a big squishy black couch with two armchairs around a round, glass table.

He didn't have a dining table either, but had a black marble island with two matching black stools, and a burgundy kitchen filled with spices and foods I'd never heard of.

His bedroom was locked tight, what was behind that glossy black door I did not know, but I desperately wanted to.

"I'd have to take you on a date if you wanna go in there." Aaron noticed my curios gaze at the door, and I smirked, I wasn't gonna let him get the best of me.

"Isn't this already a date?" I sassed back, and his smirk faltered, I had won.

"N-no. I.... It's not." I laughed and made myself at home on his couch, and he laughed along with me, sitting comfortably in one of the armchairs.

"See? Easy." He remarked, and I assumed he had his eyes closed because he fell silent for a moment.

I took this moment to get a good look at him.

He was well built, even under his open jacket and tall. Very tall, but, other than that he seemed normal, other than the startling sharp teeth near the front of his mouth.

"Careful, don't want me biting you." He playfully snapped his mouth in my direction, how did he know I was staring?

"How do you do that? I asked, cocking my head much like he does when asking a question.

"Do what?"

"Know where I am, without looking, like when you knew I was behind the door the other day." I saw him visibly tense, but he slowly relaxed, almost like he was listening to the air.

"I heard you, you are very loud." He replied simply, something told me that this wasn't the whole truth, but I let it slide and slowly got lost in my own thoughts.