Unfolding Secrets 『 Aiden X Reader + oneshots 』

✯ ✯ Chapter 9 ✯ ✯

(Y/N)'s pov

As we were walking, they were talking about stuff. Honestly stuff I barely cared about. I was in my own little world as you say it. Aiden, Will and Natalie was too emersed in there conversation.

"Tell me (Y/N) dear how is it not remembering your own past?" My subconscious asked me. I'm not sure if it was my subconscious or just my mind playing with me. I bit my lip.

Wait?

What do she mean I don't remember my own past? Did someone mind wiped me? Or she's just lying? Hell, I'm confused. Welp, I'm not listening to her anymore.

I slipped of the the thought from my mind and continued to explore my own little world. I didn't realized until I was face first with a lamp post. Our lamp post. The lamp post that indicates we were in front of Natalie and I's house. I fell on the cold concrete sidewalk, landing on my butt. It hurts a bit. But as Bill Cipher says it, "Pain is hilarious".

" Oh gosh! (Y/N) are you okay?" Natalie shuffles to her feet trying to pull me up with Aiden doing the same. And Will, in the background trying to process why did I just run into a lamp post when I can avoid it. Well I guess I might have been in my kingdom for a bit longer than I expected it to be. I got back to my feet, "I'm okay no need to worry, ya know?" I said.

"Well if you didn't do that we won't be worried, dork!" He remarks. I stick my tongue out at him. He, then, playfully punches my shoulder. I do the same until it becomes a bit to violent. But Will breaks us up.

"Okay you two dimwits, break it up. Were going home, continue being lovey dovey tomorrow," Will lectures.

Aiden and I exchanged glances with an unamused face which turns into a smug look, which indicates that we have same idea in mind. We both go each of Wills sides and we simultaneously punched him playfully on the shoulders. "Okay! Stop, you two! I told you to stop!" We pulled our fists down and stopped.

"Okay (Y/N), say bye to your friends," Natalie says, acting like she's my mother which she ain't!

"You're not my mom!" I yelled, lifting both of my arms in each sides and made a run for it, like a ninja for which I am terribly not. Next destination, the park. I ran until I was finally at my favorite spot. The crummy old tree with the swing set a few feet away. I sat on the swing, making it sway a bit.

"BOO!" I  jumped at the sudden noise, my reflexes were the second to react, by swinging my fist at the intruders face, knocking it backwards. I remained in my position, shocked. I heard the person groan. Did I hit him too hard? Hell, he deserved it for messing with me.

After a few seconds, I managed to regain myself to move and look at the person. And you guessed it, Aiden. "Aiden, What the hell?! You scared the living hell out of me!!"

Then I realized.

(A/N: (Y/N) dun fukd up. . . I'm sorry I couldn't resist ;—;)

Aiden was on the ground, eyes closed. (A/N: ((Y/N): I really fukd up Me: let me continue!)) Was he breathing? I don't know. I checked if he was and he was. But, more importantly he was unconscious. I switch to full on panic mode, walking back and forth trying to figure out how the hell do I wake him up. Both of my hands were on my head, thinking of a way to make him regain back his consciousnesses. In the corner of my eye I saw him moving.