When Can I See You Again? ? Aarmau

20 - Beforehand

AARON AWAITED FOR APHMAU to respond to his question, hoping he'd already know what she'd say. She stood there, shocked. He didn't know why, for Aaron thought that he was crystal clear with how he felt about Aphmau.

After what felt like hours of just staring at each other, Aphmau began to smile. Her smile grew into a laugh and soon, she began to clutch her stomach tightly.

Confused, Aaron spoke up. "What?"

She quickly regained her composure and replied, "Was that a joke?"

"Oh...No, it wasn't." Aaron sighed, looking down and placed his hands in his pockets.

"Silly," Aphmau began, shaking her head. "Of course I will, Aaron."

Aaron remained shell-shocked and gave Aph a half smile with twice as much emotion as a normal smile. Aphmau slowly snaked her arms over his neck, having her tippy toes taking her as high as she could go.

    She pressed her lips against his cheek, stubble rubbing against her skin and sent shivers down her spine. She smiled and pulled away nonchalantly. Adjusting her stance and began to walk away.

    Before becoming out of distance, she turned around and waved goodbye to Aaron, before quickly yelling to him, "We'll discuss this over in the dungeons, yeah?"

    He eagerly nodded his head and watched as she opened the doors, only now realising that they were the last two people in the hallway. Running through his head and replaying the memories that just had happened, he placed the palm of his his left hand on the cheek that had been kissed and allowed his the tips of his fingers to roam the skin of his face.

    Shaking off all of his thoughts for the moment, he pulled his black satchel over the edge of his shoulder and began to walk through the now empty hallway that usually was live and thriving with the laughter and slight gossiping of the students.

*•*•*•*•*

    He turned his old car off, a couple of sad sputters joining in a rather depressing rhythm alongside a desperate and dying wheeze.

    Grabbing his satchel and placing the keys inside of it, he got out of the car and began walking up the metal stairs, his footsteps echoing with each movement.

    He could walk to his apartment blindfolded, but he chose to scan through the numbers just because he felt like doing so.

    387, 388, 389.

    He made it to his apartment and grabbed the spare key from under the mat- an ordinary place to hide it and provided no safety whatsoever from being robbed. But Aaron's apartment didn't have that many things to offer. Besides an old beat up Windows computer and a box-shaped television he and his mom shared, Aaron was almost positive that there was no reason for any robber to invade his apartment.

    Lightly pushing the door open, a loud and dramatic squeak was emitted from the entrance as he entered, and closed the door.

    The boy figured that calling out for his mom was pointless, saying how she was most likely at a bar, chugging down a bottle of whiskey or tequila.