Something Unexpected

Grouchy Bad Boys And Sad Departures

                                         ~ Chapter Twenty-Eight~

"One day you're going to realize you love her. It could happen in an instant while you're at Starbucks getting a coffee, and you accidentally buy her favorite cause you know it by heart. It could happen when you're washing your car and you catch yourself imagining her smile in the reflection of the paint.  Wherever, or however it happens, it does. And you're going to be a love sick fool like the rest of us who would do anything just to make her smile for even a second." ~T. L. Cline

        When someone admits that they love you, you're not supposed to freeze.

        When someone confesses their feelings, you're not supposed to panic.

        And when someone is laying on top of you, staring at you with the most tragic hope in their eyes, you're not supposed to stay quiet.

        But I did.

        Aiden and I was having a stare down-show down. And since my mouth had gone slack along with control of any function of my body, including blinking, I'd say I was winning.

       Aiden St. Claire just said he loved me.

        The same Aiden St.Claire who pushed me off a tree when I was twelve. The same Aiden St. Claire who told everyone I had aids when we started high school.

        "Red-."

        Aiden's voice cut off abruptly when the front door slammed closed and Miranda and John's voices carried through the living room.

        "I know John but that girl doesn't know when to quit, she's always bitching about my flower bed. It's not even in her yard!"

        Aiden slowly pushed himself off of me, making sure to rub against me and making my body grow warm. His eyes never left mine when my sister and his brother walked in.

        "Hey guys, what have you done all day?" Miranda smiled when she set down in-between Aiden and I.

        His eyes finally left mine when John took a seat in the recliner and his jaw clenched as he looked away, ignoring Miranda.

        "Oh," My voice cracked, "You know, just watched movies."

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        Aiden and I avoided each other after that. He didn't even mutter goodnight when we would go to bed.

        It's been three days since he told me he loved me.

        Three days.

        And he hasn't even spoke to me.

        I'd like to say I was thankful and hell must have frozen over because for once I wasn't Aiden St. Claire's personal entertainment.

        But I'd be lying.

        I wish I could say I was giddy, ecstatic even that for once he wasn't bothering me or pestering me with pranks.

        But I wasn't giddy or ecstatic. The exact opposite, really.

        Because he wasn't speaking to me at all. Not a curse word, a giggle directed my way, nothing. We was still grounded and of course Aiden still didn't care; he would leave everyday after Miranda and John left for work, and come back just minutes before they came home and go to bed.