His green eyes were fixed on mine as he stared at me, his mouth slightly agape. I looked around trying to make sense of the whole situation and realized it was just him and the table. He was wearing a white shirt under a casual black blazer, some dark skinny jeans, and some black vans. Leave it to Aiden to wear vans to a fancy restaurant.

I slowly started walking towards him, my stomach turning into a human butterfly cage and my heart beating about ten times louder than usual.

He took a step closer to me as well and then we both just stared at each other for a few seconds, standing right by the edge of the rooftop and besides the table. Then, he finally spoke.

"Wow." His eyes looked at me with some kind of adoration. "You look gorgeous." He breathed, using his free hand to run his fingers through his dark hair. I wasn't able to utter a word, still shocked at what was happening.

"Goodness, June." He scratched the back of his neck nervously. "I'm sorry, it's just—you, you look stunning," he whispered, and I couldn't help but let a huge grin onto my face.

"Well, uhm, thank you," I replied shyly, feeling my cheeks burn up.

He kept his eyes glued on me and I finally decided to find out what this was all about.

"Aiden, what is all this?" I asked, looking up at him.

"Oh, right," he mumbled quickly, lifting up the flowers. "These are for you. Yellow daisies, your favorite." He beamed at me, and I took them from him, a small smile on my face.

I put them up to my nose, breathing in the scent of the pretty flowers.

"And well, all this," he started, quickly glancing at the table and then back at me. "You could call it a surprise date, I guess?"

I let out a light laugh. I totally didn't know that, Captain Obvious.

He seemed to notice what he had just said and shook his head.

"No- I mean, it is. But that's not- not what I meant. What I'm trying to say is," he stuttered, a line appearing between his eyebrows and his cheeks turning pink. I raised an eyebrow at this, a huge smile spreading across my face.

Aiden Blackwood is...blushing? Oh, this is legendary.

Someone please take a picture, I thought.

"Look," he said, pausing for a second, his eyes practically burning right through my soul. "I'm just going to say it. I like you. And I don't mean like as a friend. I mean, I really like you," he admitted, and his eyes desperately searched for something in mine when he saw that I just stood there, speechless. I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out.

Aiden likes me?

Aiden likes me.

Oh my goodness.

Aiden likes me!!!

As more than a friend.

What do I do?! Say something! React, you idiot!

He looked extremely nervous, his expression overtaken with desperation for an answer from me.

"Goodness, you don't like me. Of course you don't. Who am I kidding? You hate me," he started saying quickly, looking extremely embarrassed. "I'm sorry. You don't have to-"

"Aiden," I interrupted him, the corners of my mouth quirking up. "I don't hate you," I assured him.

The second I said that, his expression immediately softened, clearly relieved.

"Sorry, I'm just surprised. I didn't expect any of this. I'm not sure what to say," I admitted, looking down at the yellow flowers in my hands and then looking back up at him.

His eyes flickered down to his hands, stuffing them inside his pockets and then quickly taking them out again. His hand, once again, reached up to his hair as he ran his fingers through it, and then he looked back at me, clearly trying to figure out what to say.

He seemed extremely nervous and I have to say, I was pretty surprised at this.

For someone who acted so confidently all the time, he sure didn't look like it anymore. And if I'm being honest, it was quite adorable seeing him like this—all shy and nervous. I didn't even think this side of him could even exist. It was like seeing an Aiden of a parallel world or something.

"Well, maybe you could say you like me too?" He tried, biting his lip nervously. I let out a short laugh and started twirling the tip of my hair, my heartbeat speeding up.

"Uh, well, I kind of-"

"I'm back." I heard a male voice said and I froze, my eyes widening. "Took me a while to find this part of the restaurant. Especially considering it actually isn't part of the actual restaurant. Sorry." He chuckled.

No. Crap. NONONONO.

Aiden's expression hardened at the sight of Joey, his eyes immediately darkening.

Suddenly, he grabbed our table and pushed it off the rooftop rather aggressively while Joey stared out at all the buildings and stars in the sky. I stood there in shock as I witnessed Aiden's actions, and my jaw dropped.

"Oh, I didn't know Aiden would be here," he said, his gaze finally falling upon us. My eyes turned back to Aiden, who was clenching his jaw in anger.

"You invited him?" he asked through gritted teeth.

"I-I didn't know about this! I'm sorry," I apologized, my eyebrows saddening.

"Well yeah, but this was supposed to be a dinner with Blue and Blake and you invited him but not me?" he asked, sounding genuinely hurt, and guilt clouded my features. I looked away, feeling extremely bad about all this. He put all this effort into this just to have Joey show up and then, unexpectedly, he felt the need to throw the freaking table off the rooftop.

I knew this wasn't completely my fault but I still couldn't help but feel awfully guilty.

"So, where's the table?" Joey asked, completely oblivious to our situation. I looked at him and sighed.

"I am so sorry about this but the dinner was cancelled. We had a tiny incident. We're just going back home," I told him, and he frowned.

"Huh. Alright, it is what it is. Thanks for the invite anyways. I'll see you around," he said, flashing me a closed smile and nodding lightly before walking back down stairs.

I turned to look at Aiden again, running my hand down the side of his arm softly to calm him down, seeing that he looked pretty furious right now.

I guess this one's the jealous type.

"WHY DID YOU THROW THE TABLE OFF THE FREAKING ROOF?" I asked when Joey was finally out of sight, my eyes widening.

He gulped, not wanting to meet my eyes.

"You could've hit someone!" I scolded him as I looked over the edge and let out a breath of relief when I found we were in the back of the building. Just an alleyway. No people walking there.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that." He paused, taking in a deep breath. "Seeing him there...it made me so mad. I didn't want him to see the table. I know, it's stupid. It's just he likes you and you probably like him because he's not some immature, idiotic nineteen year-old boy who hits deer and goes to jail," he rambled on, grimacing at the thought of it. "I don't blame you if you like him. I mean, he seems more like your type anyways," he continued, and I grabbed his face with one hand, squishing his cheeks and looking at him with a serious face.

"Will you shut up, for goodness' sake? I don't like Joey or anybody else, alright? I like you. With criminal record and all," I told him, and felt my whole body be overcome with goosebumps as realization hit me. I had just confessed my feelings to him.

What have I done?

His eyes glowed with happiness as the words came out of my mouth and he pushed my hand away from him, his mouth curving into a smile.

"You do?"

I looked down at my feet, smiling at the ground. Why do I always put myself in these situations? I hate talking about my feelings.

You're killing me here, Blackwood.

"Oh, thank God. For a second I thought you were going to punch me," he said, chuckling.

"Yeah." My voice coming out soft as I looked down at my hands. I did that a lot when I was nervous.

He placed his index finger under my chin, lifting my head up to make me look right into his eyes.

"Would you be willing to finish up this date?" he asked and then laughed. "Or, should I say, start it up?"

I let a short laugh escape my lips and then nodded my head.

"I'd love to."

--

"So, what do you feel like eating?" Aiden asked, placing his hands on the steering wheel and gripping it tightly, his fingers wrapping around it.

"Honestly? Pizza. Pizza sounds really good right now," I said, closing my eyes and letting a soft smile on my face as I imagined a big, juicy slice of cheese pizza placed in front of me.

"We don't have to but...do you wanna go back to my place? We can order it and maybe play a game or watch a movie. Anything you want," he offered.

I had never actually been inside his apartment and it definitely sounded a lot better than having to walk around in this outfit. Plus, a game or a movie were always helpful if we ran out of conversation topics. It was a good idea.

"Yeah, that sounds good," I told him, and he smiled.

He began driving and I started running my hand up and down the soft material of my dress. It was then I remembered I still needed to thank Aiden for the dress in person.

"I know I said it already but thank you for the dress. That was really sweet of you," I said, and he kept his eyes fixed on the road, but he shot me a half smile.

"It's not everyday I see you freak out over a dress, cupcake. Besides, it was worth it." And he quickly glanced at me, shooting me a wink, the half smile still playing on his lips and I just shook my head playfully.

I moved my foot, repositioning it for a more comfortable position, and then accidentally kicked something. My eyebrows furrowed, not being able to see what it was as it was dark inside the car. I stretched out my arm to grab whatever it was and when I finally found it, I placed it on my lap. I looked at it curiously, wondering what was in it.

"So, what's this journal for?" I asked, running my thumb across the soft, brown leather material cover. It was a little bigger than the palm of my hand, but still fairly small. The bottom left corner had the word 'art' written on it with a dark pen. You could tell it had been written on several times just to give the effect that the word was imprinted onto the journal's cover.

"Oh, that," he stated, looking slightly uncomfortable at the fact I was holding it. "It's just an art journal. I draw, or write artsy stuff, I guess. Nothing big," he said nonchalantly.

"Oh, that's neat," I said, beginning to open it to take a look at the first page.

"Uh, no. You can't open it," he said, quickly snatching it away from me with one hand, keeping his other on the steering wheel, and throwing the small book in the back.

I smirked.

"So it's not just an art journal," I said smugly. "Aw, Aiden has a diary!" I teased, making him roll his eyes.

"It' not a diary." He rolled his eyes. "It's just a journal with random thoughts, doodles and things to remember for whenever I want to make a specific piece of art. If I see something that inspires me, I'll write it down so I don't forget later," he said defensively, clearly trying to regain his manliness. Luckily for him, he did get it back because I believed him.

I rolled my eyes playfully.

"Well then why is it such a big deal if I open it?" I asked, being the stubborn girl that I am.

"Because some inspiring things or thoughts on there are private, nevertheless," he admitted, and I smiled.

"Alright, fair enough." I nodded.

We finally reached the apartment, and we sat in silence before deciding to walk out.

"You know, it's such a shame I couldn't even really show this thing off," I sighed, looking down at my dress. "I feel so bad."

He frowned at me and shook his head.

"Hey, it wasn't your fault, okay? I know I overreacted a little but I know you didn't mean any harm. It's okay," he said softly.

Suddenly, he smirked.

"Besides, I'm glad I was one of the few people that get to see it. I can't have any more guys trying to win you over." He winked, and I let an amused grin onto my face.

"You have no shame!" I laughed.

"Not when it comes to you, no." The smirk remained on his face. I rolled my eyes playfully.

Unbelievable.

When we finally arrived at his place, he walked out and then made his way to open the door for me, allowing me to step back out.

He pulled out his keys and opened the apartment door. As we made our way inside, the scent of cinnamon immediately reached my nostrils. Nice pick.

I looked around the room, noticing a lot of art hanging on the walls. The entrance was a long hallway with the paintings all over it, making it a fun welcome. As we reached the end of it, the kitchen was on the left and the living room on the right. His couches were all black leather and he had some white and grey decorations, giving everything a boyish modern look. He had a huge flat screen TV hanging on the living room wall and then I noticed there was stairway on the corner. Wow, two floor apartment.

This boy must really be filthy rich.

"Well, this is my place. Welcome," he said, taking off his black blazer and throwing it on the couch.

"It's really nice. I'm surprised you're this organized," I said, and he let out a laugh.

"Oh, I'm not. Carmen does the job." I shot him a questioning look.

"Carmen?"

"She's the housekeeper," he clarified, and my mouth formed an 'O' shape. Housekeeper?

What the heck? I wish I could get one of those.

He walked over to the kitchen, grabbing two plastic cups out of the pantry and some root beer out of the fridge, placing them on the island in the center of the kitchen.

"Want some?" he offered, taking one of the cups. I shrugged.

"Sure," I replied, sitting on a stool by the island. He slid one of the glasses my way and then proceeded to serve himself some as well.

"I'll call to order the pizza." I pulled my phone out and began dialing the number.

He replied with a curt nod, putting the cup up to his mouth and gulping down some of the soda. After three rings, the pizza place finally answered.

"What toppings?" I whispered to Aiden.

"Half supreme and half whatever you want. Get a large," he told me, and I nodded in response.

"I'll have a large half supreme, half mushrooms and pepperoni." I spoke into the phone.

"Alright. Is that all?" The lady asked.

"Yes. And the address-"

"Oh, don't worry. We've got your number's address saved here," she cut me off.

"Okay, thanks." I hung up and placed my phone down on the island counter.

Aiden motioned his head to follow him and I did so, leading me upstairs. When we reached the top, he stopped walking. "Prepare yourself to be amazed." He grinned and I smiled, curiosity taking over me.

He took one more step, letting me officially reach the top, and my jaw dropped.

"You have a freaking arcade?!" I asked, my eyes widening at the sight of what was inside the the room with the open door. There were two other rooms, which I guessed had to be his room and maybe an art studio or a guest room.

"I had nothing better to do with it. Plus, I have to admit, I'm obsessed with old arcade games. I'm a sucker for centipede."

"I LOVE CENTIPEDE!" I exclaimed, a childish grin plastered on my face, immediately letting myself walk inside the room.

He let out an amused laugh, probably not expecting that kind of reaction from me.

My eyes searched the whole room, awe falling upon my features. He had only the best games in here. Centipede, Pac-Man, Space Invaders, Tetris, and Donkey Kong. He also had an air-hockey table, ping pong, and foosball.

"Well, go ahead. Take your pick," he said, making his way over to the Tetris machine. I walked towards the Centipede one and we began to play.

Oh, this was definitely better than going out to eat.

We started playing and, after a couple of games, we decided to move on to the air hockey table.

"You know, there's no way you can beat me on this. I'm a certified air hockey professional," Aiden said, placing the small disk on the table.

I smirked.

"Oh please, you have no idea who you're up against," I said daringly.

"Don't cry when I beat you, princess," he said smugly, hitting the disk and failing to score as I blocked it.

"Since when do you call me princess?" I asked, hitting the disk back.

"Well, you look like one tonight so it's just exclusive for the occasion." He winked, hitting the disk harder this time. I barely caught it and he narrowed his eyes at me, causing me to smile in satisfaction.

"You know, if it wasn't because I'm too concentrated on beating you, I'd probably say I feel flattered," I said, smiling sweetly at him. He looked at me and smiled back, leaving him off guard. I took the chance to hit the disk and it went right in, causing me to cheer victoriously.

"OOOH YEAH! SCOREEE!!" I yelled, doing a happy dance, which made him scowl.

"That's not fair! You caught me off guard." He whined and I smirked.

"It's not my fault you're easily distracted."

He smiled evilly and nodded.

"Alright, alright. Let's make a bet."

"Go on," I said, eyeing him suspiciously.

"If I win, you have to let me kiss you. If you win, I have to let you kiss me," he said, and I started laughing.

"That's the stupidest thing I've heard you say. And that's saying a lot," I told him, letting out another laugh.

"Hey, I had to try," he said, raising his hands in surrender. "But alright, if I win, you have to tell Mr. Falkov you have feelings for him. If you win, I have to do it," he said, causing me to burst out laughing again.

"Game on."

He grabbed the disk in the goal spot and then placed it back on the table. He hit it so hard it went back to my side and his three consecutive times, not letting either one of us hit it on time. Finally, it slowed down on my side and I hit it. He did the same.

"Certified professional, huh?" I said teasingly, and he rolled his eyes playfully, letting out a scoff.

"I'm letting you win," he lied, and I laughed, giving him a skeptical look.

"Sure you are."

Suddenly, he hit the disk and it almost didn't make it, my hand not moving fast enough.

"You jinxed yourself. Thanks," he said, the corners of his mouth quirking up. I gave him a look and grabbed the disk.

"You just got lucky," I replied, and he laughed.

"Sure I did," he said, mimicking my previous tone.

The clock had ten seconds left and we were both aggressively hitting the hockey disk back and forth, each one of us desperate to be the winner. He hit it so hard at one point that it flew out of the table and I frantically ran over to grab it quickly as I could, seeing that the time was running out.

"C'mon Blackwood, just give up already!!!" I said, a concentrated look on my face.

"Never!!!" he replied, the same expression on his.

Finally, the timer went off and I groaned in defeat as he made it right in my goal.

"Nooo!" I said, throwing my hands in the air frustratedly.

"I still remain the master!" Aiden said, walking over to me.

"I let you win," I lied, and he shook his head.

"Whatever. I'm just glad I don't have to tell Mr. Falkov I love him." He chuckled, and I frowned

"I hate you so much," I told him, but laughed. Part of me was kind of curious to see how Falkov would react to that.

--

"Pizza's here!" I yelled as I heard the doorbell ring, walking downstairs towards the door.

I opened it, revealing a skinny, pale teenage boy standing there with our precious pizza box. His eyes flashed surprise as he saw me and he cleared his throat. He probably wasn't expecting a dressed up girl to open the door, and by the looks of it, he seemed like a geeky teen who never talked to girls much.

"Uh, here's your pizza," he said, his eyes awkwardly shifting all over the place as he took it out of the thermal pizza bag.

A moment later, Aiden walked up behind me and the boy stood there awkwardly as Aiden took the box from him.

He looked up at Aiden and then at me. He chuckled lightly to himself and shook his head.

"Have a good evening," he told us, fixing his black cap.

"You too," Aiden replied, nodding curtly and giving the boy a weird look before shutting the door.

We walked back to the living room and before taking the pizza out of the box, he turned to look at me, his eyes fixed on my dress.

"I'll be right back. I'm going to bring you some clothes. Don't want that dress getting dirty now, do we?" He smiled, standing up.

"Right. Thanks." I smiled back.

He walked back up and, while I waited, I decided to check my phone.

[1 new message from: Blue]

Soooo, how are you two doing? (;

I shook my head in disbelief. Of course her and Blake had to be behind all this. I swear those two just paired up to get Aiden and I together. Did they have nothing else to do?

I don't know, maybe go on a date of their own?!

[To: Blue]
I want to say I hate you for doing this but I'd be lying if I did. However, things didn't go as planned.

[From: Blue]
Now what?

[To: Blue]
I forgot to tell you I'd invited Joey. Gotta go though, bye!!!

I quickly typed as I heard Aiden's footsteps coming down the stairs. I put my phone back on the table and turned to look at him.

He had changed into some black pajama sweatpants and had a sleeveless, tight white shirt on, which just happened to reveal his biceps.

In his hands, he held a pair of grey sweatpants and a loose, plain black t-shirt. The pants were adjustable, so I didn't have to worry about them being too big on my waist.

He handed them to me and I mumbled a quick 'thanks' before walking to the bathroom and changing into them.

I smiled when I noticed they had his scent.

After I was done, I neatly folded my dress and placed it on one of the stools in the kitchen.

I walked back to Aiden, who had not opened the box yet. When I finally plopped back down on the couch, he leaned forward to open it. Hot smoke came out of it when he did and we both made an 'Mmm' sound when we saw and smelt it. Nothing better than some good New York pizza.

He grabbed a slice and placed it on a plate, giving it to me, and then grabbed one of his own. We both began to eat it.

"Oh, thish is rearee good," he said, a mouthful of pizza making his words come out badly.

I nodded in agreement, taking another bite. We continued to eat it in silence, savouring it happily. After we were done with our slice, he spoke.

"So," he paused, seeming unsure about whether saying what he had to say. I stared at him expectantly and he seemed to change his mind, backing out of it. "Let's play a game," he finally said, and I decided not to mention the fact I knew that wasn't really what he wanted to tell me.

"What do you suggest we play?" I asked, leaning back on the couch.

"I ask you three questions and you can only pick to not answer one." He smirked, and I blinked at him. I pondered on it for a few seconds and then finally made up my mind.

"Of course, only if I can ask you three questions as well, right?"

"Well it wouldn't be a game if I was the only one playing." He laughed, and I rolled my eyes playfully.

"Do I have a choice?"

"Not really," he said, and then began to think about his three questions. I fiddled with the hem of his shirt nervously, hoping they wouldn't be too invasive. I didn't get my hopes up though, you never knew with Aiden.

His eyes lit up, finally coming up with something, and he peered at me.

"Okay, get ready. One, how many boyfriends have you had? Two, what was the reason for the break up with your last one? And three, if you could go back in time and change anything, what would it be?" He asked, lifting his index, middle, and ring fingers up after each question.

My breath hitched inside my throat, not liking any of the questions he came up with.

I couldn't possibly pick between the last and third questions. Whatever I picked, Miles was bound to pop up in the conversation.

However, I knew I couldn't back out of this.

"One, I've only had one boyfriend," I answered truthfully, letting out a sigh.

"You're kidding right?" His eyebrows raising. "You, June Love, have only had one boyfriend?" he asked in disbelief.

"Yeah?" I started, narrowing my eyes at him. "Go ahead and say it, I'm a loser, I know. It's just-"

"What? No. I don't think you're a loser." He laughed. "I'm just surprised. I mean, a lot of guys hit on you so I just thought you'd had at least two," he replied honestly, shrugging lightly.

"First off, guys do not hit on me. Secondly, even if they did, I don't just go out with any guy that likes me," I defended myself, giving him a look.

"I believe you on that second one," he mumbled. "But you're just oblivious to that first one. Anyways, moving on..." he added, and I rolled my eyes.

"Okay, how many girlfriends have you had?" I asked. He smirked.

"Two," he said, and this time, it was me who was surprised. Well that's weird. How can a guy like him only go for two girls in his entire lifetime?

"Why only two?" I asked.

"Because just like you, I don't just go for any girl. And one doesn't even really count. She lasted like a week and we were in third grade. The other one was with me for two months but I broke up with her when I found out she still had feelings for her ex," he told me, quite openly. It clearly didn't affect him at all talking about it.

Well, that makes one of us.

"Now, pick your second question." He grabbed a second slice of pizza.

I thought about it for a few seconds. I couldn't tell him either one. I wasn't ready. If I picked the second one, I'd have to tell him about Miles and I would surely break out into sobs. If I picked the third question, I had to tell him it was going back in time and not attending the party. But that would also end up in sobs.

Just come up with a way to tell him without actually telling him.

"If I had could go back in time and change anything at all, it would be to not attend the party I went to the night before senior prom," I told him, and he frowned, obviously unsatisfied with my vague reply.

"You have to tell me why though. That's not fair," he stated, and I pressed my lips in a straight line. He was right. That wasn't really an answer.

I couldn't just break down into a puddle of tears every time I have to talk about it. I had to be strong.

"Someone very close to me got in a car accident that day. I couldn't make the best of the last moment I had with that person because I was too drunk to function on that night. Also, the car accident was because of a drunk driver from that same party. If we hadn't attended it, nothing would've happened," I said, managing to get my words out smoothly. However, my eyes welled up, and I did everything in my will to fight back the tears.

Aiden noticed my fragile state of being, realizing this was clearly a sensitive subject for me, and his eyes flashed guilt for a second.

"I'm sorry about that, June," he whispered, and I wiped my eyes before a single tear could even roll down my face. I sat up straight again and regained my composure.

"Yeah- yeah, it's fine. It's not your fault," I said, faking a smile. He sat there awkwardly, not knowing what to say next. It was my turn to ask a question anyways, so I did.

"Okay, pick your second question. Number two, what are your plans after the art course is over? And three, if you could change one thing about your life what would it be?" I asked him.

"I'll pick the first choice. My plans after the art course are quite simple. If I win, I'll basically have an official career in the art world which would be great because I'll be satisfied with the fact that I'll finally get something truly on my own. I don't plan on moving away or anything of that sort. I'll still be the same me, except as an official artist. If I don't win, I'll just continue the art project for my parent's company. It's still a good job anyways," he explained, and I smiled, nodding in understanding.

He was lucky to have it all figured out already. Even if he didn't win, he still had a bright future ahead of him.

"We'll still be friends though, right?" I dared to ask.

"What? Of course not. Once the course is over, so is everything else," he said seriously, his expression hardening, and I let out an awkward laugh.

"Right." I nodded my head, trying to pretend I wasn't bothered by his reply.

He stared at me for a second, making my eyes shift away awkwardly and then back at him.

Suddenly, the corners of his mouth quirked up and then turned into a full grin.

"How could you actually believe that?!" he asked, his laughter overtaking the previous silence in the room. "Cupcake, you really think I could just forget you that easily?" he told me, giving me a lopsided grin.

I let a small smile onto my face and shrugged.

"Don't be silly." He chuckled. "Of course we're still going to talk. The art course ending doesn't change anything between us."

My eyes peered up at him and I suddenly felt nervous as his green eyes bored into mine. Him and his stupid confessions. I never knew what the right thing to say was in situations like this.

Maybe I should start reading more magazines, I thought.

His eyes flickered down to my lips, and then back up to my eyes, almost as if asking for permission.

I cleared my throat and backed away, not quite ready for that again. I'm not sure why but something was stopping me. I just couldn't put my finger on it.

Suddenly, my phone screen lit up and I saw a message from Blue. My eyes also noticed the time and immediately widened.

"It's already 1am!" I said, shocked at the fact that I had just spent five hours straight alone with Aiden and we managed not to argue (well, not seriously, anyways), cry, kiss, or kill each other.

Wow, we had finally become civilized humans. Who knew the day would come?

"Oh. Yeah, I should probably take you back home now," he said, running his fingers through his hair, leaving it messier than it already was. He was always doing that, I noticed.

I never understood how he managed to pull off that look. If my brother or Blake did that, they'd probably look like hobos.

We both stood up and I entered the kitchen to grab my dress.

"I'll be right back. I'm just going to change."

"No, you're fine. Keep the clothes. Or return them later. I don't really care." He laughed.

"Alright. I'll probably keep them. They're comfy," I admitted, smiling. "Plus, as much as I hate admitting this to you, they smell nice," I said, and he smirked. He slung his arm over my shoulder and pulled me closer to him, dragging me towards the door along with him.

"Let's get you back home, cupcake."

--

As the car stopped in front of my apartment, Aiden and I sat silently in the dark. All I could hear was him breathing steadily.

"Aiden," I whispered, my eyes looking at the empty street in front of us.

"Hmm?"

"There's something you should know."

"Go ahead."

"You know how I told you about the accident?" I said, and neither of us moved. We were awfully calm, it was almost scary.

"Yeah."

"My best friend Miles was the one who died. A drunk idiot from the party crashed right into him after he dropped me off home. I was wasted. I couldn't even spend my last moment with him sober. I didn't even get to say goodbye," I said, my voice cracking at the end.

Aiden just looked at me, giving me a few seconds to calm down and finish the story. I sniffled, wiping away my tears with the back of my hand.

"He was also my boyfriend," I finished, breathing in heavily to stop myself from breaking into sobs.

"June, I-I'm so sorry. I had no idea." He looked at me with sad eyes, his eyebrows slightly furrowed together. "You didn't have to tell me that. I'm sorry if I made you feel like you had t-"

"No. I wanted to." I cut him off. "I needed to. All this time I've been treating you so badly because I'm so scared. I'm so freaking scared. I like you, okay? I really like you and I haven't felt anything for anybody since Miles, and that scares me. You've made me feel something again, and I don't know how to handle it. Everything I did, I did it because I couldn't handle feeling like this again. I avoided you and yelled at you and ignored it all because I'm scared to lose it all again and I don't want to get hurt. I didn't think I could feel the things I'm feeling again, Aiden." I breathed, my heart beating a million miles per second. I had no idea how it was still beating, considering I'd just literally poured out my heart to him.

I'm never leaving the house again.

His face had shock written all over it, not expecting all of that one bit. Suddenly, his features softened and he grabbed my hand. He squeezed it lightly and looked at me.

"I'm not going to hurt you. I know I can be an idiot, but I would never do anything to hurt you, okay? I may not understand what it's like to be in your situations, but if you'll let me, maybe we can figure this out together," he said softly, making my stomach explode with butterflies—no, it felt more like freaking dragons.

I nodded at him and he caressed my cheek. He then proceeded to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear and his hand slowly moved down to my neck.

I'd noticed this was something he usually did before kissing me, the memories of us almost kissing at the lagoon and him going through the same process.

Our proximity was making my cheeks flush more than usual—if that was even possible—and I was almost sure he could hear my heart beating. He finally leaned in, closing the small gap between us, his soft lips finally crashing with mine as they moved in sync.

After a few seconds, we both pulled away, catching our breaths. A smile made its way onto his face and then he leaned closer to me.

"Cupcake..."

"Yes?" I said, still slightly out of breath and my heart being faster than ever.

"You're baking me crazy," he whispered, and I let out a laugh.

"You're an idiot," I whispered back, smiling widely.

"True. But I'm your idiot." He smirked, before pulling me towards him again.

I guess he was right on that one.

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A/N:

GAH THIS IS SO FREAKING CHEESY IM CRINGING BUT GOODNESS IT'S ALSO SO FREAKING CUTE I JUST COULDN'T HELP IT. LET ME DROWN YOU IN CLICHÉ FOR ONCE.

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Reading this honestly makes me wish I was June. I mean, seriously, Aiden is the cutest. Even with his stupid puns and all. How can you not love him?

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