Bad Habits 3 |D.T

The Letter.....

MALIAS P.O.V—

I was about to open my front door but it immediately opened and my mom stood with her arms crossed.
"Malia Rosaline Dolan, why didn't you answer my calls?!" My Mom yelled at me and Aidan chuckled a little whilst he stood beside me.

"Your middle names Rosaline?" He sniggered and I nudged him so he'd shut up.

Aidan cleared his throat and my mom shook her head at me with disappointment.

"Sorry Mama my phone died and-" I looked at Aidan because I didn't know what else to say.
I had to tell her the truth because it was killing me on the inside.

I sighed "Mom I-"
"She then used Addisons phone to call me and I picked her up because she didn't wanna walk home at night." Aidan interrupted me.

I looked at Aidan and he nodded at me with a subtle smile.

She nodded "I was just worried Malia."
"I'm sorry Mom."

Aidan was about to walk off but then my mom stopped him.
"Aidan we're having dinner, do you want to come in?"

Aidan smiled "Thank you Mrs Dolan but my mothers probably wondering where I am. She tends to freak out over little things." He was making fun off my mom a little and she chuckled.
"All mothers are like that."

Aidan mumbled but I was able to hear what he said "Especially ones who only care about themselves."

Aidan looked at me "See you at school."
And before we could say anything else, he walked away.

Why did he always do that? He pushes me away and I don't know why. We kissed and I thought it was going somewhere but clearly I was wrong.

I frowned a little and my mom realised that I was a little upset.
"Hey what's wrong?" He put her hand on my shoulder.

We both went back into the house and I took my jacket off, putting it on the coat rack in the hallway.
"Mom, I think Aidan's pushing me away."

I followed her into the kitchen and I sat down at the breakfast bar.

"Why? Did you both get into an argument?" She asked me.
I shook my head "No, I just don't know. One minute we're both best friends and we're laughing and joking but the next minute he acts so different. It's as if he's pushing me away."

She sat down next to me "Maybe it isn't Aidan whose pushing you away, maybe you're just reading the signals wrong. Aidan does everything for you and maybe it's you that is pushing him away?"
I looked at her as if she was crazy.

"What are you saying?" I sounded confused.

"When I was in high school and Ethan and I first stared dating, he went through a lot and whenever I tried to get closer to him, he would always shut me out. I thought it was because he didn't care as much about me as I cared for him but turns out it was because he didn't want to risk getting close to anyone again because he was afraid of getting emotionally attached and then I would leave him."

"So do you think Aidan trying to tell me something then?" I asked her.
My mom nodded "Maybe you just need to open your eyes a little."

Maybe I do but maybe I'm just over reacting....

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AIDANS P.O.V—

I was back at my house and I walked into my bedroom, crashing onto the bed.
I ran my fingers through my hair and I sighed.

We kissed but it probably meant nothing to her but to me it felt like the whole world.

I want to tell her how I feel but how?

I was never good at expressing how I felt. My palms would go all sweaty and I would ramble before I could even say anything.

I sat up and I saw my notebook on my desk. It was a black notebook that I used to write all my emotions in.
When my feelings were too much for me to control, I'd write them down.

I went over to my desk and I sat down in the chair, grabbing the book and flicking through the pages onto a clean page.

I picked up my pen and I started writing.

Dear Malia,
I wrote.
It was hard to me to express my feelings by talking but it was easy to write them out.

A single tear rolled down my cheek as I let all my emotions out.

3 HOURS LATER—

I was finally finished with the letter but the real question was. Did I have the guts to give it to her?
I read through it one last time before signing my name on the bottom of the paper and writing one kiss.

I then put the letter in an envelope, sealing it before placing it back on to the desk.
Now what was I going to do? Give it to her? I couldn't.

Then the idea popped into my brain.

I'm going to give her the letter at prom.