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twenty ✰ m. trout (laa)

delicate by taylor swift
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for aidxnlewis

Let's just say, I'm not exactly in the best place right now. My life was perfect - before him. And then all of a sudden, the Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim come to my city and everything turns to shit. I swear it was his smile, that damn smile that changed my Monday morning from terrible to amazing. We introduced ourselves, and I was unfamiliar with his name, surprisingly. We hit it off, but at this time I was completely unaware of the one thing that would completely change the outcome of this relationship. And then Mike Trout gave me tickets to their evening game. He told me to meet him after, outside of their locker room, but I wasn't going to give in that easily. I texted the number he gave me earlier that day.

Meet me at the bar on the East Side, 10 pm

And he did. As I sat waiting in a booth at the back of the restaurant, I heard a soft whisper in my ear.

"Hey, Aidan." Chills run through my body as I look up to see the tall figure, in dark blue jeans and a plain white t-shirt. Our eyes meet, and I'm immediately lost in his ocean eyes. Blue's never looked so good. Instead of sliding into the seat across from me, he sits beside me, almost instantly grabbing onto my waist, attaching our lips. As we connect in the corner of the booth, I allow my hands to roam his body, feeling every ab through his thin t-shirt. As I lightly tug on the ends of his hair, he lets out small moans. I feel a small pinch on my ass, letting out a quiet moan. The moment is perfect, despite the fact that Mike and I are mere strangers. There's clearly a connection between the two of us. And I really hope he feels it, too. But then he pulls away, leaving me breathless.

"A-Aidan, we can't do this." Confusion washes over me as I play with the material of his shirt.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I have a girlfriend. I can't do this to her." My jaw drops. The urge to slap him suddenly crosses my mind, but I decide not to. I don't want to hurt his pretty face. Instead, I bite my lip in hopes it will help me hold my tears back.

"Y-you have a girlfriend? And you didn't fucking tell me? Maybe it would've been a good idea to let me know before I let you stick your tongue down my throat, asshole." I push him away, urging Mike to get up so I can exit the booth. Mike stands and I quickly grab my things, walking past him and towards the entrance of the bar. I can still hear the sounds of his footsteps following me, and once I make it to my car, I feel a hand wrap around my wrist.

"Aidan, I'm-"

"You're what? Sorry? I hope you understand that I have a reputation to withhold in this small town and if anyone finds out about this, I would no longer be respected by anyone. I'd be a homewrecker - because of you, Mike." I'm no longer able to hold in my tears. I let them fall. My hands shake as I try to remove my wrist from Mike's grip.

"Aidan, I want to stay. I want to stay and be with you. But I can't. Aidan, I like you, I really do. But I have someone at home, and you care about people's views of you. I-I don't see how this can work." All I can do is stare at him, contemplating what to say. How do I respond? How could he even say that? And most importantly - is my reputation even worth losing him?

"M-Mike, I-" Before I can finish my sentence, he crashes his lips onto mine once again. But this time, it isn't lustful, nor is it hungry and fast. It's passionate, and slow. His hands find their way into my hair as mine reach for his face, lightly resting on either side. Standing in the middle of a bar parking lot at 10:30 pm, there's no place I'd rather be. Pulling away, I finally realize what I've wanted to say.

"Mike, I don't want to be a secret - someone you have to hide. I'm selfish, okay? I don't want to share you. I want to be the only one. I don't want worry about your girlfriend finding out. I want to be able to call you mine." Mike's face falls. And that worries me. I don't want to hear his response. I just want to leave it at that.

"I'm leaving, Aidan. And you know that. So why don't we just enjoy this while we can." Rejection. One of the worst things I've faced. And to think I've been rejected by the man I thought was just as in love with me as I was him, I guess I'm left heartbroken. But how could I have been so foolish? We're strangers, having known each other for less than two days. What did I expect? My jaw trembles as I stare into his blue eyes once again, still longing to hold to him as if he were mine. He grabs onto my hands, trying to calm me by rubbing his thumb over the back of my hand. And then I realize - he is leaving. In two days, he'll be going back to his girlfriend, who can't possibly treat him as well as I can. But he has to go. So, I agree. And we spend every second he isn't playing of the last two days together. Going out, staying in, we're happy together.

And this is where I am now, months later. We've both carried on with our lives. I continue to follow his team on TV. And while he seems to be happy once again with his girlfriend, I'm sure she has no idea what happened on that road trip months ago. And that leaves me to wonder, does he ever dream about me? Does he even remember me? Even though Mike is gone and may never return, I tend to wish he'd stayed. I wish he agreed with me, saying he'll be mine, leaving his girlfriend. But he didn't and now he's gone. And my heart is left played-with and used; delicate.

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i honestly thought this would be a lot harder to interpret but then again i also don't think i did a very good job so haha ! if you don't like it, be honest girl ! i can try to write it again for ya !! i really hope you like it though !! 💗

✰ jillian