"Ok, this isn't funny anymore. Where are you?" I was angry when my voice trembled a bit. I'd been looking for Aidan for almost an hour, and I was miserably lost. He was probably sitting on a couch watching TV by now. "Aidan?" I kept walking, panting slightly. Let's see….that was the door that led to the gym…there's my room up those stairs…dining room…I froze. Beautiful piano music was pouring from a closed door. The study! I twisted the door handle, and crept inside, not daring to close the door. Aidan was sitting at the piano bench, and he hadn't heard me, apparently. I waited politely for him to finish the very nice song, then made my presence known. "You scared me!" I blew out an angry puff of breath. He looked at me, genuinely surprised.
"I'm sorry. I didn't think about it." He tilted his head. "Why were you scared?"
"I thought you'd left or gotten murdered or something! I couldn't find you." He grinned.
"Were you worried about me?"
"No I was worried the murderer was still in the house, and that he'd go for the pretty girl next!" His grin grew wider. I glared, and he actually laughed. "What's so funny?!" I demanded.
"It's adorable that you actually care what happens to me. Quite endearing, even though I know what to do if someone breaks in." He was still chuckling. "I promise that if I get murdered, I'll let you know before hand so that you don't have to worry." I rolled my eyes, but he was too charming to stay mad at. Guys like that irritated me. "Are you still mad at me?"
"No. Unfortunately, you are too nice to stay mad at." He had a smug look on his quite attractive face.
"Do you like energy drinks?" I nodded. 'Come along. I have a room here. Bruce usually stays out late, so we have the house to ourselves. Let's stay up." I followed him to a guest room, and nodded in appreciation when he handed me a red Amp from a mini fridge in the closet. Popping it open, I took a swig, and then asked,
"So now what?" Aidan flashed that trademark grin.
"There are secret passages to find. Let's go." I raised my eyebrow. Of course this place had hidden corridors. What's a mansion without a few secrets?
"Okay. Bring it on." I chugged my Amp, popped off the tab, and chucked the empty can in the waste basket. Aidan pressed a knot in the wooden wall, and slid the panel way, revealing a hole just large enough for us to slip through. He took my hand, and we stepped into the dark corridor. I was glad for the darkness, as it hid my blush.
AN: Smoothhh