AN: Okay, firstly, my laptop's being an asshole. :( Not fun. It refuses to save to the program I currently have, so I have to use a different one, which I loathe.
Secondly, I will try my best to end this story before the end of November comes around.
My friend Miranda, ha, she's almost like my beta. She reads the chapters before release, gives an opinion (she always says good things, but she's biased) and gives some suggestions.
I have no idea how she comes up with these things, they're so brilliant. She's wonderful.
Disclaimer: Seriously? I don't own Twilight. Dang.
Chapter Four – Thnks Fr Th Mmrs.
When I woke the next day I found I really was sick; stuffed up nose, throbbing head, and a scratchy throat. All symptoms of the common cold. Though I insisted I was fine, Aaron refused to leave.
"But you're sick, Bella. At least let me make you some soup!" he made sad little puppy eyes at me.
I started shaking my head. "No."
"Well then!" he pretended to walk out, but snagged an arm around my waist and threw me over his shoulder, taking me to his car and carefully buckling me in.
"Was that really necessary? Where are you taking me?" I huffed. I really didn't like being picked up.
"Back to my house," he stated simply.
"And what are we going to do at your house?" I blushed at the double meaning.
He grinned, "I'm going to make you soup, then we can watch some movies together. Tom won't be home all day, he's out bowling or something."
So there he was, standing in his kitchen, clad in a "Kiss the Cook" apron, Campbell's chicken noodle soup can in hand, and a confused look on his face.
"What's wrong Air-Bear?" I smiled.
He frowned, his eyebrows furrowed. "I don't know how to cook this! Damn can, how the hell am I supposed to get it out?"
I laughed, covering it with a cough when he stared at me incredulously. I went to his utensil rack standing by the stove and pulled out a can opener, making show of it and its use to Aaron.
"Wha-? How?"
I giggled. "Can opener, you know, that thing you use to open cans?"
He frowned even more. "Coming from the girl that can't walk in a straight line," he muttered.
"Hey! I happen to be fairly good in the kitchen, thank you very much," I pouted.
"Awe, I'm kidding Bells."
He started to walk toward me then, as if to hug me. Of course, that's when my nose decided it wanted to sneeze.
Three times.
I groaned and looked up, expecting to see Aaron looking grossed out.
He wasn't.
Instead, he chuckled, and said "Why don't you go to my bed, and bundle yourself up in pillows and blankets? I'll be up in a minute with your soup and we can watch some movies together. How does that sound?"
This boy was unbelievable. I just almost sneezed in his face and he was offering to not only cook for me, but to cuddle up and watch a movie together?
I smiled, "sure."
His room was surprisingly clean, and was black trimmed with silver and gold. His sheets were warm and smelled amazing, just like him. I snuggled in, half the pillows under my head, staring at his posters and thinking. I felt him come I before I heard him. He put the bowl of soup on the night stand and bounced onto the bed.
I coughed.
"Hey," my voice was raspier now.
His eyebrow furrowed slightly, "Hey. Eat your soup." He nodded to the bowl.
I gladly complied, savoring the feel of the warm soup run down my throat.
He got up and put in Meet the Parents.
Three movies, a box of tissues, and a million laughs later, I found myself on Aaron's bed, him laying on his couch in a deep sleep. Confused, I looked at the clock. The red blinking "1:00 AM" mocked me. I jumped up in a hurry, accidentally falling on Aaron.
"Huh! What?" He looked around, grasping his stomach where I landed.
"Aaron! I have to go home! It's 1:00 AM! Alice, she… She's probably worried! Oh shit, oh shit." I was panicking.
"Shush, Bella. It's okay, I left a note for Alice. You can call her and tell her you fell asleep. It's okay," He rubbed my arms up and down, leaving a tingling feeling.
He called her and she said it would be better if I stayed the night. Apparently, Jasper was there, and I had no intention of listening to the two love birds.
So I laid back on the bed. After a few minutes of trying to fall asleep, I gave up.
"Air?"
"Hm?" he mumbled
"Are you awake?"
"Mhm."
"I can't sleep," I whined.
"Ngh. C'm 'ere," he sat up and motioned his hands toward me.
I sat down on the couch with him, into his arms.
"Hm. What's your favorite color?"
I blinked. That wasn't what I expected.
"Um, green," Like Edward's eyes. I blushed.
He didn't notice. "What's your middle name?"
"Marie, and yours?"
"Jamie," He mumbled. I smiled. Aaron Jamie Hayes.
"Any childhood pets?"
"Fish – I gave up on pets after 3 in a row died."
He chuckled. "Same. Though, I did have a dog, Sammie. She died – she was having seizures."
"Awe! I'm sorry, Air-Bear."
He laughed, "It's okay, Bella. I'm well over it, it was seven years ago. Favorite bands?"
"Oh, that's a toughie. The Police, AC/DC, Lifehouse, The Academy Is…, and John Mayer."
"Really? Mine are Zeppelin, Death Cab, The Academy Is…, Motion City Soundtrack."
I smiled at looked at him. His eyes were closed and he was sporting a beautiful smile on his face. He wasn't anything to Edward, but he was still sort of beautiful.
"What's your family like?" I questioned.
"Well, I guess you could say I had a nice childhood; I have two older brothers; Mike and Josh. They're 8 years older than me and are twins, so I never really got to hang out with them. My dad's a military man, so we've always been moving. He retired from 26+ years a few years ago. My mom died when I was 7, Tommy was 5, and he took it the hardest. Mike and Josh were 15. That's about when they started to ignore us, so Tommy was my best friend until I thought I was all 'cool and older' when I was 12. He's been my best friend since." He snuck a look at me. "What about your family? I don't know much about you at all."
I winced slightly. This time he noticed.
"Oh, I'm sorry. You don't have to tell me, I mean, if you don't want to."
"No, no. It's fine, just a sensitive area. I've been needing to get this off of my chest for a while."
I took a deep breath and began.
"Emmett's my twin brother, older by a minute. We're like this," I crossed my fingers, showing that we were extremely close. "He's very over-protective of me. Charlie, my dad, is a cop in Forks. Renee…she left us after… 'the accident.'"
He gave me a questioning look.
"I had a younger brother… Tommy. He was three and I was seven when… When he got hit by a drunk driver. I was babysitting him, and he was playing in the street. Our neighborhood was actually a nice place to live; kids playing in the road wasn't something that was uncommon. I remember, I was so mad at him, he wouldn't listen. So I just left him alone. It was my fault."
I laughed, unhappily. I wiped at the tears falling down my cheeks.
"Renee was never the same, neither was Charlie. She couldn't handle Me and Em after Tommy died. Charlie got stuck with us, and basically ignored us. He loved us, but I think it was too much to handle after the death of his little boy. A few years later, Alice and Edward moved in next door with Esme and Carlisle, their parents. Carlisle was going to send them to here for boarding school, and paid for Em and me to go. Charlie gladly complied, naturally. Alice has been my best friend since, and Edward… Well, Edward's Edward. We used to be friends, pretty close friends, actually, but now, we just basically ignore each other, it's an unwritten rule to hate each other."
I sighed, glad I got that off. Aaron crushed me into his chest, and rubbed my back up and down.
"I'm so sorry, Bells. That must be a lot for you to deal with."
We stayed like that until I fell asleep. Some part of me felt him carry me to the bed and cover me.
I rolled over and sighed.
"Thanks, Air."
"Anytime, Bells," he kissed my forehead.
"Bella!"
"Edward? What are you doing here?" What was he doing in my room, my bathroom? Why was I home?
"Waiting for you, silly. Hey... meet me in the tree house, five minutes."
"Sure."
I was walking in slow motion, a fog around me. When I got to Edward's back yard, I jumped into his tree house.
"Hey Bells."
"Eddie-kins." I was the only one allowed to get away with calling him that
He smiled. Walked over to me.
Took my face in his hands. Kissed me, slowly. Tenderly.
When we pulled apart, it wasn't green eyes I saw, it was Aaron's blue eyes.
I started awake. Aaron woke me up by kissing me.
I smiled, still a little groggy. What was up with that dream?
Stretching, I mumbled, "What's for breakfast, kid?"
I'm gonna make you bend and break.
Say your prayer, but let the good times roll
In case God doesn't show.
And I want these words to make things right.
But it's the wrongs that make the words come to life,
Who does he think he is?
If that's the worst you've got, better put your fingers back to the keys
One night and one more time
Thanks for the memories
Even though they weren't so great
He tastes like you only sweeter.
Hope you liked the fluff! ha, I love Aaron. I just wanna hug him. :)
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