The Boy Who Read Minds ✔️

38:\\ Trapped

Violet

It's been 3 months, five days, and seven hours since I've basically been attached to Aaron. We do everything together.

Homework. Together.

Go to school. Together.

Watch a movie. Together.

Eat dinner. Together.

Spend time with family. Together.

It was as though we had become one person, incapable of doing our own thing as our lives were intertwined.  I didn't dislike this situation, but I wished for space more often than one should.

That was the current situation I was in. His parents had gotten used to the fact that I was over all the time. They didn't question it anymore and he never talked about them when I asked if they cared. I guess they'd gotten used to their seemingly-player-like actions of their son when Amy had been around to care about me. Although I would never let Aaron touch me or kiss me even. If we had to be stuck together, we can be together but separate.

My mom also didn't really care since she was cheating on dad with Ethan anyway. I didn't care much to know the details. And my dad was nowhere in sight. That same amount of time I said earlier is also how long I hadn't seen my dad, except maybe for him it was longer.

Aaron was growing on me though now. His crude jokes, I got used to. His obnoxious dimples, I liked. He grew even more attractive every time I saw him, which was often. It was strange, but I guess that's what happens when you spend every waking minute of every day for three months with the flirty fella.

It was January now, the first semester had ended and our winter break was almost over. Two more days until it completely ended. I kept him at arms length and he tried to lessen that distance every time.

"What do you want to do?" Aaron asked, stretching across his couch as he stared at me on his bed. I was doing some reading assignments for class. He had been also, but he finished.

Something I'd come to learn about Aaron is that he's surprisingly smart. He's an absolute genius when he sets his mind to something. For example, we had a biology quiz a couple weeks ago. We literally studied for the same amount of time and in similar matters, yet he ended up with a 98 while I got a 93. I didn't make sense. Not just that though, he was super good at solving problems. I could easily imagine him as an engineer in the future. And upon my discovery, Aaron grew pretty cute in my eyes. What can I say, intelligence is kind of sexy.

The only downside to this obnoxious soul-bond was the fact that he made me go to the gym with him four times every week. I had honestly thought he maintained his physique by doing nothing, I hadn't realized the amount of work it took for him.

In addition to my compilation of things I've learned about Aaron is his love of cooking and playing piano. He makes the best meals I've ever had; his ribs, his spaghetti, anything he touches tastes incredible. Some people just have that gift.

Learning all of this made me realize, just a little bit, what all the fuss has always been around Aaron Paul. He's a stud with many great qualities.

Some lucky girl will be happy to have him someday.

"I'm still reading A." I said, turning back to my laptop screen.

"The story ends on a cliffhanger, and the historical background is false." He said. After a few moments of my ignoring him, he stood up and placed both his arms on either side of me. He leaned forward. "Let's go do something fun Vy."

I looked up, annoyed at his constant need for attention all the time. He'd gotten used to it at this point. It was a strange comfort to have each other around all the time. I'd miss it if and when we ever get separated.