How We Met

When We Met

It was honestly just a really crappy morning for me that day... I mean, I messed up my hair, so now like, half of my head was shaved (thank god my hair is finally growing back now,) I got the wrong poptarts at the local grocery store, and then I dropped my phone. I mean, it didn't crack, but my super adorable case did break, so then I got this really adorable cyan Rilakumma silicone case and... Damn it Casey! Stop talking about your phone case and get on with the story! Ugh. I'm sorry. I get ridiculously off track sometimes... Anyways, yeah, my morning sucked ass. Eventually, after having a marathon of Hannah Montana because why the hell not, I decided to go out for a small breakfast by myself, considering it was summer vacation, and I was living alone surprisingly in my own house, not an apartment. My parents are kind of... rich, I suppose. I walked to the nearest café, and walked in, ordering my usual vanilla frappe and a chocolate chip muffin, because I'm classy, that's why. I walked out, thanking the cashier on the way to the outside eating area, and then I saw him. Him as in Tyler Oakley or Troye Sivan? Hah! I wish. But no. I saw this absolutely HAWT little twink that was a bit tanner than me. Okay, a lot tanner, I'm white as fuck. But he was a little tan. He had such a strong brunette quiff game, and I was so eager to just rub my hands on his face to see if his sexiness would rub off on me, but then I thought to myself, "Casey you whore, stop thinking such silly things." And I just continued sipping my frappe, checking my Tumblr and Instagram for any new fanfictions and followers on my phone. I noticed he glanced at me, a few times actually, and knowing that made me smirk, which I noticed made him blush. I was so satisfied making that little brunette blush. I suppose I have a gift of making people blush, it just comes naturally. He was so freaking cute I couldn't stand it. So, I walked up to him, looking extra cute, and gave him a casual "Hiya." He replied "Hey." In a husky little voice, and I was instantly turned on, but I hid it well. "I'm Casey. How's your day been?" I said happily, flashing a cute smile at the end of my sentence. He replied a little delayed, as if he had to think about what to say, "I-I'm Aidan. And thanks for asking, my day's been pretty good." He stuttered a little bit at the beginning of his introduction, which I thought was the absolute cutest thing ever! I of course look down and smile a little, receiving a not-so-well-hidden smirk from Aidan. He suddenly asked "When do you come here? Sorry if that sounded weird, I just kinda moved here a couple weeks ago, and I don't exactly have friends... anymore..." I looked up and eagerly replied "Oh, I'm here almost every morning, at least on the days I can come here. It's a wonderful place, really. And about the friend thing, I'd gladly be friends with you. Friendship is my specialty!" I flashed a smile at him, and he giggled the sexiest giggle in his husky voice, and I swear, I almost died on the spot. How does one create such a perfect human being?! He began to speak again. "I could give you my number, if you want, so we can keep in touch." He told me, grinning. "Okay! Swap phones, I'll put my number in your contacts." We swapped phones, my index finger accidentally touching his hand as I grabbed for his phone, but I pretended it didn't happen. I typed in my number, putting my name as "Casey Lossen" which is my name, duh. I took a super cute selfie and put it as his contact pic, so he could remember me. We swapped phones again, so we both had our own phones again. I unlocked my phone, seeing he had turned it off like I always do after doing things on it, and checked the contact. He put his name in as "Aidan Michaels." His last name suits him well... He slyly had taken a selfie without me noticing, and hot damn, life could not get better than that smile! It was so contagious, I had even smiled myself. "Whatcha smiling about, Casey?" He said, looking into my eyes for what seemed like a whole 3 seconds... And I quickly replied "Oh, nothing." I checked my tumblr again, and someone had updated their Troyler fanfiction, which I was so gonna read tonight. "Hey, I know we just met and all, but do you wanna maybe hang out after we're done here? We could go back to my house." He said smirking at me. "Sure! But come to my house, I insist. I just cleaned up the place." I replied happily to his offer. "Sounds like a plan. Let me just text my dad to let him know I'll be at your house. He's pretty easy-going, he'll be fine with it." I threw my cup out, and walked Aidan to my house, staying by his side the entire time. We had cute little discussions about our phones, I had a blue iPhone 5C, he had a green one. His case was of the Yankees baseball team, which my parents absolutely adored. I like baseball a little bit, but I'm not really a "sporty person." When we reached my house, I unlocked the door, letting my handsome, catch of the day into my house first, then walking in myself, shutting the door behind me. I dropped my house key onto my coffee table, and showed Aidan around. We went downstairs first, to my man cave. "Woah, you've got Grand Theft Auto 5?" He said excitedly, holding the game box in awe. "Well duh! It's like the funniest game ever." I replied. "You've got good taste in games, I gotta admit." Aidan admitted. "And in guys..." I said to myself, of course.

He placed my game back onto my shelf of Xbox games, and I ran up the stairs, eager to show him my room. I grabbed his hand and basically pulled him up the stairs. He had REALLY soft hands. Like, unnaturally soft. He giggled as I pulled him up the stairs, and I ran into my room to show him what it looks like. "Sit!" I told him, as we approached my dark leather couch I had just received the other day from my parents. Aidan smiled and sat down into the poofy cushion. "So this place is really yours? It's friggin huge!" He exclaimed, making eye contact with me once again with his dark, chocolatey eyes. I could have melted over that. "Yep! My parents were ridiculously generous enough to give me this house, as soon as I got out of school." "So you're 18 I assume?" He folded his arms, after fixing his gorgeous dark brown hair. "Yeah. How old are you? I assume 18 or 19?" I assumed, judging by his height. "Actually, I'm 16. But hey, don't freak out," he planted his hands on my shoulders. "I'm not gonna run out of your house screaming just because you're 2 years older than me. It's just a little number, right?" I smiled, replying "I guess so. You're quite accepting. I admire people like that." He immediately blushed, and I giggled out of satisfaction. There was a small silence. "Do you wanna watch a movie or something? It's only like 12:30, so we have plenty of time." He said to break the silence. "I have a better idea!" I exclaimed, grinning. I pulled out my laptop, and Skyped my best friend Rebecca. I knew she had her friend Skylar over, so I immediately got an idea. "Hey bitch! How's my favorite pink haired boy!" Rebecca said, directed at me. Aidan and I sat down in front of the couch, on my purple, furry carpet. "I'm pretty great! Hey, I met someone today. Meet Aidan!" I eagerly replied to her. "Hiya." Aidan said smiling and waving to Rebecca. "You've found yourself a cute one, Casey." She smirked at me. "Oh shut up, Bec, he's my friend. Not my "boyfriend." Aidan giggled that husky giggle that I keep talking about. "Call me whatever you want." Aidan replied. He was quite comfortable in this atmosphere, which I was really happy about, which meant... I could have him over more. Shhh... I didn't just evilly grin to myself. "So, Case, what did you call me about?" I forgot I didn't tell her why I called. "Oh, yeah. I know Skylar's staying over, and I wanted to play truth or dare with you guys, including Aidan.