(AIDEN'S POV)
"Dylan, I called you cause I didn't want to bother dad. I don't want to be a burden. That's all."
"You're hiding things from me. You absolutely love this house. Why move away when you don't even know where to go?"
"Can I stay with you for a while? I'll be quiet." I ask, knowing he won't like the idea.
"Nope! It's not possible. And you have this huge house to yourself. You wished you could buy it. If nothing happened here, why are you so eager to leave, huh?" Always suspicious.
"Cause I don't really feel safe here. I hear noises. People look at me in a weird way in the street. I am far away from you all. I don't know. Maybe I am just not ready to live alone. Here." I lie so as not to give the real reason. He would see red and crack a neck or two.
"Seriously? It's weird to move to a new place. You still got to get used to the weird noises. Every house has them. And the neighbors are just curious. You're the new girl in town. As for us all, whoever you mean by that, we're all here for you. Remember? One call away. Now stop your drama and take those suitcases back to your room." He lifts up one of the suitcases and carries it to my room.
I follow him, trying to find other valid reasons for moving out. I can't stay here no more. Not where I am not welcomed.
"Dylan, please... I am not feeling okay these days. I feel lonely. What if I die alone and you only find my body a month later? Think about it." This gets him chuckling. He is so rigid normally. I wonder what got him in a good mood today.
"Does vermin ever die?"
"Very funny. I'm dying of laughter." I roll my eyes at him while considering calling Oscar. With a little gift and a load of compliments, there is a chance he won't mind me crashing at his pool house for a while.
"Is it that Jesse guy?" He questions with a sigh, laying the suitcase on my bed.
"No. He's boring but not enough for me to leave."
"Does it have something to do with Danny then? Am I gonna have to ask one by one?" His good mood is starting to leave on tippy toes.
"No. He's got some things going on with his family. I don't want to bother him with my paranoia." I roll my eyes once again while lying.
"I'm quite good at poker, you know. And sadly for you, you don't have a poker face. I know when you're lying or hiding things from me. So, either tell me what it is or let's just end this conversation and I leave. But don't play me for a fool." He says on a serious tone that instantly activates fear in my brain.
"Okay. We kinda got into a fight about everything and nothing at all. Like, there's nothing wrong but everything is not the same, so... We're having trouble communicating. That's about it." I shrug, feeling so down.
"Feelings were involved?"
"Nope."
"Aiden..."
"Fine. We both said some hurtful stuff and we both have a big ego. So, I don't know how this can get better. And I miss my friend even though I'm mad at him. Happy now?" I can feel his gaze on me, trying to read my face. After satisfying his curiosity, he sighs as he takes a seat on my bed, looking straight into my eyes.
"Have you ever considered letting go? You two are constantly glued to each other. Maybe it's time for you to move on. You have a life to live." He frowns, not letting out everything he wants to say.
"He's my friend."
"Your friend? Friendship is a little like brotherhood. And I sure can't sense that between you two. I can see how he looks at you, how he can't keep his hands off of you. He's not the worse guy breathing but I don't trust his intentions when it comes to you. He's a player. And players play. You'll end up with a broken heart. Don't let him fool you." Hmm... I am not fond of the words expressed and the tone he used. It might have something to do with the pinch of judgment.
