Let's Plan My Murder! (Romance) [✔]

CHAPTER 2 - AIDEN, MY LOVE!

Gracie just texted. She is throwing me a party at the Munchen bar. Let's catch up there.

10:10 AM. Received from Aiden.

Great! This is perfect, isn't it? My head swims in frustration.

He is back after two months from Italy. We have barely spoken. I have missed him like hell and the first thing he wants to do after coming back is hanging out with his friends, ex-girlfriend to be accurate. He dated Gracie for a while before we started dating. Isn't there a single woman in his life that he has had no sexual interactions with?

His life is so different from mine. Like Aiden, his friends are much older and much more experienced than me. They fool around and still stay friends for starters. If Aiden and I ever broke up, I don't think I could ever see Aiden again, and I hate parties. They are so crowded with people I barely know. They do stupid things and throw insults at each other for fun. I never understood that kind of friendship, but I really want to see Aiden.

I don't text back knowing very well he wouldn't even notice. I have the entire day to myself and have absolutely nothing to do. I think about calling Aiden a few times, but I don't know how he would react.

Being his girlfriend, I am terrified of contacting him. There are so few times we talk that I am scared to call or text him, assuming he might be busy or just annoyed by my call. Aiden is my first boyfriend, so I am not entirely sure how this works, plus he stays out-of-town most of the time.

I have decided to enjoy this day all by myself. I am going to a film that I wanted to watch for a long time, all alone. That sounds pathetic, but it doesn't feel like it. I don't have friends I hang out with, only my family. "Ava, you are an independent woman," my subconscious reminds me.

I take a long shower, pass the time, remember and take at least twenty minutes to choose my dress, that is nineteen minutes longer than I usually do. I decide to wear tight blue jeans and a white off-shoulder top with a dark blue jacket. For once, I want to look good.

I stick to my white sneakers as they are most comfortable since I am going to the mall and then to the Cinema theatre. I blow dry my hair and then decide to just put on a high pony. My straight brown hair looks the best with no extra effort. As I am about to apply my liner, my phone vibrates and this time it's Aiden. He has finally called. I am not entirely sure if I want to even talk to him, but my subconscious has already started imagining the conversation on my behalf.

"Hey love," His voice is bright yet a little drowsy. So I guess he was actually taking a nap.

"Hey," I say in the most cheerful voice I can pretend to have.

Aiden knows me way too well. If my voice is even a little dull, he catches that instantly.

"So, what's up?" he asks, yawning.

"Nothing much, I was thinking about going to a film."

"That's great." A part of me hopes he would ask me if he can go with me, but he doesn't.

He is silent, as if he is waiting for me to ask about him, and I do.

"How about you? How was Italy?"

His voice lights up immediately. He tells me about his experience of being in Italy for the fiftieth time, it's practically his second home. He then rambles about his models and the tantrum one of them was throwing and then how tired he was after twenty-six hours of shooting that he had only ten minutes to have any food in his system and a lot of other stuff.

Aiden loves to talk. I still haven't figured if he loves to talk, or he just loves to talk to me. I always feel that the reason we have lasted two years is that he opens up to me like he never opens up to others. He has told me that several times plus I respond.

I listen to every word he says and actually respond to them. To be honest, I love doing that. I love listening to his voice. He has the softest yet authoritative voice I have ever heard, but the problem is I feel a little left out. We rarely talk about us, he never tells me how he feels about me. I feel more like his therapist than his girlfriend.

It's almost 1 pm by the time I put my phone down. We have been talking to each other for almost three hours. Time flies when I talk to Aiden, even though it's only nonsense stuff.

The film I wanted to watch started twenty minutes ago, so now there is no point going, but I still need a dress for the party. All his model friends are going to be there, and I don't want to embarrass him.

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The city mall is not that crowded today since it's a weekday, but still I can see a lot of college kids roaming around in groups and pairs. This mall has glorious memories. This is where I met Aiden for the first time and from that day, this has become my go-to mall. I really wish you were here with me, Aiden.

I am lucky to find excellent collections in H&M. After strolling through these three floors of the gigantic store, I finally chose a nice burgundy, off-shoulder fit & flare dress. It's beautiful for me, but I still need Aiden's approval.

I send him a selfie from the fitting room. The three wall mirrors and dim lighting result in a bad photo, but I don't have any other option and this will have to do.

How is this for the party?

2:30 PM. Sent to Aiden.

It takes a few minutes for him to reply.

Okayish... Try a different one. Something more stylish and open.

2:40 PM. Received from Aiden.

Aiden can be very judgemental over how I dress. He likes me in short skirts and tops that flaunt off my cleavage and keeps persuading me to dress better, but that's where I draw the line. No way will I go back into that overwhelming dress pile only to choose a dress I will probably hate, then try it and send a picture. That's too much work, even if it is for Aiden

By the time I get home, it's past 5:30. Honestly, I enjoyed my day today; I roamed around the mall, had my favourite chocolate ice-cream after ages, also saw a band performance, and spent an amazing time with a cute chubby baby on the bus on my way back as I have never learned to drive.

It's 7:30 pm, and I am ready to meet my Aiden. I call a cab as he will not pick me up; he hates that stuff.

Munchen Bar is thirty-five minutes' drive from Baxley. The cab ride is silent. I don't watch or listen to anything; I am just sitting there in silence, and to my surprise, my mind is blank. I should be excited to see him, thinking about all the stuff we are going to do tonight, but I am not. I do not know why now, but sadness crosses my heart, as if something is about to happen that I am not ready for.

We reach there on time, it's ten minutes past eight. I am actually late. I had to meet him twenty minutes ago. I hope he doesn't get mad.

Munchen has a dark theme with black walls and an ancient historical touch to it. It's a small bar with only thirty to forty seats in a slightly browning shade, but the alcohol they serve here is exquisite and Aiden's loves their service.

After giving a weak smile to the valet, I enter Munchen with little to no hope in my eyes about the night and the first thing I see turns my horrors into reality.

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