Aiden and I.
It didn't really sound right, you know?
But he's here, so I am too.
As he attacked my all too uninterested lips with his own, I was on auto pilot, just like I am now, it's the same thing every single time.
So, that's why we're both topless; because I'm on autopilot.
Really, I never liked Aiden, but want to guess how aware he is of that?
Bingo.
He has no fucking clue.
I never let him shed my body of any other item of clothing besides my shirt before, and let me tell you, I have no intention of changing that now. He, on the other hand, would like to.
I can tell; he's getting more impatient by the second.
He's pulling out all the stops.
He stilled his movements, looking up at me.
"I love you, Spencer."
I guess I've stopped filtering what I actually let out of my mouth, because after I heard those words, I said exactly what I was thinking.
"Bullshit."
"Spencer, no, I love you, I do."
I scoffed as I pushed his large frame off of my own, reaching for my shirt.
"No, Aiden, you want to get laid. That may work on the usual bimbos you date, but newsflash: I'm not an idiot."
"Spencer..."
"Goodbye Aiden."
"I'll see you tomorrow night."
Wow.
He really is an ass.
As a matter of fact, I do believe that Glen just became a better boyfriend than him.
"Do you really think we're still together?"
"Well..."
"Aiden, when I said 'goodbye,' I meant it."
With that, I walked out of his room, out of his house, and into my car.
I wasn't supposed to be home for another two hours, so I decided to just drive around, get to know the streets of Los Angeles that even after almost two months I have yet to get used to.
Somehow, I wound up at Ashley's house.
I knew she was probably upstairs, blasting music, so I just walked into the house.
When I got to her bedroom door I heard exactly how loud the music was, so I knew knocking was out of the question.
I wasn't going to just walk in, so I called her cell.
After a couple rings, she answered, stopping the music.
"Hey Spence."
I smiled, Aiden never called me that, even though I preferred it.
"Hey Ash, could you maybe open up your door?"
"Sure."
With that, I hung up, waiting as she made her way to her door.
She opened the door, smiling.
"Hey, not that I don't enjoy your company, but why are you here?"
"Me and Aiden broke up."
"Oh, why?"
"He told me he loved me just to get in my pants, and he thought I would actually believe him."
"I'm sorry, Spence."
"It's not a big deal, I didn't even like him in the first place."
"You didn't?"
"Nah, it probably felt the same way as when you were with him."
She looked at me, confused.
"It was like I was just on autopilot."
"Yeah..."
There was an awkward silence, that never used to happen, only the past week or two.
"Ash, is there something wrong?"
"It's nothing, just...can we talk?"
"We are talking."
"No, talk talk."
"Sure, Ash, what's up?"
We walked over to her bed, sitting down, facing each other.
"Well, first off, I want to apologize for ignoring you."
"It's okay, but why were you ignoring me? Did I do something wrong?"
"No, well, yes, but not really."
"I don't understand."
"I tried to ignore it, I did...and I guess by trying to ignore it, I ignored you."
"Ash..."
"Spence, I think-"
She paused, taking a deep breath.
"No, I know...I love you, Spencer...I'm in love with you."
I love you, Spencer.
It was the second time tonight I've heard those four words.
This time, though, I believed them
And this time; I felt the same way.