All The Little Things.

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Weeks went by, and as time went on, Aden and Fern were practically joined at the hip. They did absolutely anything and everything together. They would switch from one persons house to another. Fern was even loud and outgoing when she was with him, which was the shortest time it ever took to getting loud with anyone, even with her old best friend. They clicked, like they were meant to run into each other that one day. They tell each other everything, and only in a few short weeks have they learned everything about each other, or so Aden thinks. It was soon nearing Halloween and Fern still had no idea of what she wanted to be. She grunted in anguish as she squinted harder at the thin paper magazine on the floor below.

“Hey bud! What are you looking at?” Aden called to Fern as he walked in. They had nicknames for each other. It was silly, really. They got extremely bored one day and decided to give nicknames. He gave her Bud, because she's named after a plant and buds are part of a plant. Fern calls him Pal. She wasn't the most creative, but it just stuck, even though she tried thinking of others, nothing else seemed to really fit.

“A costume magazine, I'm still trying to figure out what I want to be.” Fern let out a groan as she rolled over on her bed, massaging her temples. Aden chuckled as he picked up the magazine from the floor, sitting on the bed next to her.

“Well, I wouldn't pick any of these junk costumes.” Aden murmured under his breath, his eyes flickering over the pages.

“Well what would you suggest I do, Mr. Good Ideas.” Fern retorted.

“Be a Playboy Bunny.” Aden suggested, wiggling his eyebrows teasingly. Fern squealed as she started to hit Aden in the back repeatedly.

“You perv!” Fern shouted, still pounding away on his back.

“Ow! You're so strong, you're hurting my back!” Aden wailed jokingly, pretending to die. He flopped down over Fern, crushing her and making her unable to breath.

“Aden. Can't. Breath.” She choked, trying to push his limp, heavy body off of her. She could hear Aden chuckle one last time before sitting back up again.

“Do something creative, or something you love.” Aden continued, as he started flipping through the magazine again. Fern's eyes lit up as she thought of something she wanted to be.

“I've got it! I'll be a crayon!” Fern chirped excitedly, bouncing up and down on her bed. Aden laughed his loud, contagious laugh before looking over at her with tears in his eyes.

“A crayon? Really?” Aden laughed. Fern pouted her lip into a frown, crossing her arms over her chest defensively.

“What's wrong with my decision?” Fern whined.

“Nothing it just seems...” Aden said, trailing off. He looked out the window before looking at Fern again, a small, apologetic smile crossing his face.

“It seems...” Fern repeated, telling Aden to continue.

“It seems strange and something a little kid would do.” Aden blurted, running a hand through his hair in discomfort.

“I like it, and you won't be able to change my mind.” Fern said, raising her chin confidently. Aden held up his hands in defeat. He chuckled as he stood up and walked out of the room. He was gone for a couple minuets before walking back in. In his hand, he held what looked like a colorful piece of cloth.

“What's that?” Fern questioned, curiosity getting the best of her.

“My costume.” Aden gloats holding up a full, green body suit. Fern looks at it skeptically, trying to hold back a laugh. Aden glares over at Fern before sprinting out of the room once more. She could hear the bathroom door slam closed, followed by a few moments of silence before Aden's thundering footsteps came back out. Aden ran back in with the suit on, his whole body including his face was covered. Fern couldn't hold it in anymore. She laughed as Aden started to pose like a muscle man.