The Boy/Guy Next Door

Chapter 17: You like him

"He really is gay, you know, he tried kissing Aaron last year," Blake says once we walk into my house. Aaron gives us a disgusted look.

"SEE! My assumption wasn't wrong, all hot guys are gay!" Ashley exclaims as she pokes my side. I scowl and walk to the kitchen.

"Well I'm not gay," Aaron winks at me.

"Exactly, you aren't hot, thus it isn't possible for you to be gay," I grin with my retort.

"Well- I," he stumbles, struggling to come up with a comeback. Ha ha! I have caught him.

"Does the famous Aaron not have a comeback?" Blake teases as he grabs an apple from the table. I pull out a Babel cheese from the fridge and unwrap it, taking off the wax. I toss it in the trash and munch on the wonderful cheese.

"Shut it Blake," he hisses. I glance at my watch and back up.

"Blake has to leave, it's time to sleep," I announce as I start pushing Blake towards the door. He shouts a 'bye' to everyone and I shut the door behind him. 

"I don't want to sleep," Aaron whines.

"Well boo-fudging-hoo," Ashley laughs as she heads into her room, shutting the lights off in her path.

"Well?" I state as I head up the stairs.

"You have a nice arse," he compliments. I spin around and my cheeks flare up.

"Pervert," I hiss as I speed into my room and up the stairs once again. Goodness he's despicable.

"Oh Cameron, I'm coming up," he laughs from the stairs. I glance down the spiral staircase and my eyes widen.

"DON'T YOU DARE TICKLE ME!" I screech as I see him getting closer to me. I back away as his fingers attack my sides.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" I scream at the top of my lungs. Help me Ashley, hopefully twins do have some sort of link.

"Keep the moaning down, will you?" Ashley calls up the stairs.

"HELP ME!" I yell as I squirm and start running away to the opposite side of the room.

"Shut up and make out or something!" Ashley suggests as she shuts the door of my room from downstairs.

"I like that suggestion," Aaron adds as he stops tickling me and wiggles his eyebrows. 

"You are an arse face," I mutter as I head into my closet. I close the door behind me as I flick on the light. I pull on some sweats and a large old middle school shirt. I walk out and glance at Aaron, who's changed into his pjs. He has freaking ninja blood in him or something.

"Well? Go get into pjs and get to my Mum's room or something," I inform him as I head over to my bed. A light putter patter hits against my window and light strikes, a moment later, thunder sounds, causing Aaron to jump.

"Can I sleep with you?" he asks as he walks over to where I am on my bed. I shoot up and my cheeks blaze as I glare at him.

"Meaning?" I ask.

"Just sleep, unless you wanted to do the other deed?" he suggests before wiggling his eyebrows. Another crack of thunder sounds and Aaron jumps a good foot in the air.

"Are you afraid of thunder?" I ask him with a grin crawling onto my face.

"Psh, no," he answers, fidgeting with his hands. Liar.

"Then you can't sleep in my room," I shrug as I pull the covers over myself. He groans and runs a hand over his face.

"Fine, I am afraid of thunder, now move over," he grumbles. I scoot over and start pulling pillows out from under my bed, making a barrier.

"No, no, no pillow barrier, I need a cuddle buddy," he says as he throws the pillows across the room.

"I don't cuddle," I deadpan with a flat look.

"Well now you do," he smirks as he flicks off the lamp. His arm wraps around my abdomen and places his head in my neck. He wraps one of his legs around the two of mine and sighs.

"This is a very odd position," I comment as his arm hangs over my stomach and starts to draw patterns on it with his fingers. I feel a chill run up my spine and shake. 

"Hey Cameron?" Aaron mutters.

"Yeah?" I respond as I slip a hand under the pillow. I always do, and I sleep on my side and curl up slightly.?

"Do you like me?" he asks suddenly.

"You are a perverted butt-face, what do you thing?" I joke as I let hold in a laugh.

"I'm serious," he responds, tightening his arm around my stomach. Holy fudge, his arm is like a boa constrictor.

"Can't- inhale-" I choke. His arm loosens as I suck in sweet oxygen, nitrogen, hydrogen, and a bunch of other elements that compose air. 

"Do you?" he asks once again. Why must he get all serious when I want to sleep? 

You do like him.

"What?" I yelp.

"What?" Aaron asks. The thunder booms again and he jumps.

"Did you say anything?" I ask him.

"Not after I just asked you if you liked me," he responds," Do you?"

You do, say it. The voice says again. Who is that?

I'm your conscious, and you like him. The voice responds. That's it, I've lost my sanity, not that I had any to begin with.

You can say whatever you want, but you know you like him. The voice laughs. I do not like Aaron Weaver.

Yes you do. The voice sounds. I feel Aaron's arm constrict around me and his head burrow into my hair.

"Hey Aaron?" I question, seeing if he's awake.

"It's fine CamCam, you can just answer tomoorw," he mutters," goodnight."

"Ok, good night," I mutter as I release a yawn. 

You like him, don't deny it. That stupid voice comments. I'm naming the voice Regina George. It's evil.

I'm you, now get to sleep so I can give you a few nightmares. I dislike my conscious, and Regina is sadly correct. With that in mind, I shut my eyes. I don't like Aaron Weaver.

Yes you do.

A/N

Who's happy about Elliot being out of the equation? I may or may not be. Anyways, I'm not in the best mood for certain reasons.

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