Returning Aidan

12 1 0
                                    

I quickly snapped awake, realizing it was 8:00 at night, and my dad probably was wondering why I was at Casey's house for so long, especially because I'm 16. I kissed Casey's cheek, causing him to wake up. "W-wha... What's wrong, Aidan?" He said sleepily, rubbing his eyes. Casey's cute when he's sleepy. "I forgot I was supposed to be home by like 7:00, it's now 8:10." I told him in a gentle voice. "SHIT!" He yelled, waking me up. "We need to get you back home." He said. I got up off of him, and slipped on my tanktop and jacket, while he fixed up his hair, and put on a less wrinkled sweater that said "cute" on it, in pastel bubbly letters. He sure is a flamboyant one. We jogged our way to his garage, climbing into his white BMW M3, and I gave him directions to my house.

We sang along to "Happy Little Pill" by Troye Sivan together on the way. He has quite the voice for such a little person. I assume he's 5"8. But being 6"1, everyone seems shorter than that.

He pulled up into my driveway, and I gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "Thanks for having me over." I said, smiling at him, making eye contact. "No problem, babe." He replied, fixing up my hair again. I in fact did have something that looked like "sex hair", but that's because he kept messing it up. I waved goodbye on my way up to the door, and he waved back, blowing the sassiest kiss ever. He's a special one, I tell you that.

I explained to my dad that we were having a Cake Boss marathon, but we didn't realize how late it had gotten. I made sure I hid my hickey well, because I didn't want my dad suspicious of me. Since I'm still young, he would have questioned me to death if I told him the truth. I'll just have to wait a while to tell him.

I went upstairs to my bedroom, stripped down to my boxers, and threw myself into my bed. I was exhausted from meeting Casey. He's so friendly and welcoming. I'm not surprised I didn't get anxiety, he's quite comfortable to be around. I instantly fell asleep, thinking about the day I had experienced.

How We MetWhere stories live. Discover now