The Best Friend's Contract

"If he's smiling... that's a start," She says.

"He has never shown that side of him. I mean, I've never really seen him get mad. He'd be pissed off by certain things but he was never really the type to scream or shout." Diana continues to speak, "He shows his anger through actions... than words. He's rather spend time alone to sort things out than pouring his problems to others,"

"I can see that," I mutter under my breath. "But, I heard rumours that he's very strict at work and he's the type to get what he wants, whenever he wants. I've come to think that he has two sides to show. He shows me a better side of him, a happier, cheerful and funny Aidan instead of the opposite." I add.

Seconds before Diana can say another word, we hear someone walking down the stairs which causes us to shut our mouths; not wanting Aidan to hear our conversation. Just as the person enters the kitchen, he looks at us with a confused expression. "What? Why are you guys looking at me like that?" Aidan asks, furrowing his eyebrows as he heads towards the fridge to take an apple.

"I was just talking with Kenna about the town. It has been awhile since she's been here and a lot has changed. Would you mind picking up some groceries and while you're at that... show Kenna around," Diana swiftly says, causing me to turn and look at her but her lips curve up into a smile; leaving me turn to look back at Aidan who starts to chuckle.

"Would you like me to show you around, Kenna?" He asks, like asking me on a date.

"I'd love that, Aidan." I reply, smiling.

I walk with him towards the back, seeing a Mercedes-Benz and an unknown covered car. My eyes wander to the car and Aidan seems to have caught my gaze as he walks towards it, "It's an old truck. I'm not sure if it still works but we can give it a try," He says, pulling the sheet off to reveal the truck.

He takes the keys on the wall before stepping inside the truck, me following afterwards. It feels nice but different at the same time as I've never been in a country truck before.

"Let's just hope this baby starts," He mutters under his breath as he puts the key in before twisting to start the engine. It fails for the first time but as he tries again and harder, the engine starts with a noise, causing both of us to grin.

Aidan drives down the road with both of the windows down, letting the wind blows onto my bare skin as I watch the trees we pass by. My lips curve up into a small smile, liking the experience.

"We're going to pick up some groceries first," He starts to speak. "Then... we can have breakfast before I can show you around town. There's nothing much if you still remember from when you last came here but I guess it's good to relive them." He adds, making a right turn.

Silence accompany us once more but before it can, any longer, I start another conversation. "I saw you this morning. You were chopping wood?" I half-asked and half-said, not wanting to make him remember back about the tender he lost while we're going out trying to spend time together.

"I'm sorry you had to see that side of me but I lost a project and I couldn't resist the urge to express it. I wanted to fly back to New York and get the tender again but, that'll be no use." He replies, casually.

With every perfection he owns, there are certain flaws that comes along with it. Like anyone or everyone would say, nobody's perfect.

"We're here," He says, gesturing for me to look around. "There's not much country in Dallas but you're still in Texas and this is it," He chuckles at the end, as we both step out of the car; heading towards the nearest grocery store.

We walk side to side, eyes wandering inside the store before heading towards the aisles. I keep still, only eyeing things around while Aidan chooses the kind of canned beans he'd take.

"Uh, I forgot to bring something from home and I'd like to buy it here. Is it fine with you?" I ask, as he turns to look at me; frowning.

"Since when do you ask for

permission when you want to buy something?" He smirks, tilting his head to the side. "Take what you need, Kenna. It's what you always do when we go grocery shopping," The way the words casually escape from his lips is somehow cute, knowing that we go grocery shopping all the time together but I'd pay for my stuff and he'd pay for his; even though he would always insist on paying but I can't let him, we'd even argue all the time.

"Be right back," I say before making my way towards the women's aisle where they place pads and tampons, making me examine over to the same brand I use, ever since I started my period; never changed the brand. Just as I turn, I see Aidan. "Mm, pads?"

"Duh, my period would start soon and I need them." I reply before throwing it at him, causing him to look around as he holds the pads.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Aidan is cut off by someone calling out his name from behind which causes me to look at the figure, at the same time as Aidan turns around. "It's really you! Wow, it has been years since we saw each other," The stranger says as she smiles widely, surprised to see him. He stands there, confused as he tries to remember if this woman in front of him has actually meant something in the past but nothing seems to come in his mind.

"It's May," She continues to smile. "I got my braces off and now I'm wearing contacts. I'm guessing I look different; that's why you don't seem to notice me anymore?" She raises an eyebrow.

"May? May Attwell?" Aidan asks, wanting to confirm her identity but as soon as she nods her head, happily; he lets out a chuckle, "Right... you were my summer friend. You've changed a lot," He adds.

Oh, that May Attwell. The one who

was friends with Aidan during the summer when we were fifteen because he had to back to Dallas for

a week. She used to have braces. and big thick-rimmed glasses when she was younger but now she looks more like a January than May, if you get what I mean.

"You too," She exclaims. "I never thought you would turn out to be more good-looking than you were before but it's funny how things work,"

Aidan places a hand on my back, "May... this is my wife, Kenna. And, Kenna... this is May. She and I used to be friends when we were teenagers but it was for one week," He says while I smile at her, liking how Aidan introduced me as his wife.

"It's nice to meet you. I heard that you got married and I even saw it on the news. Wow, congratulations." She smiles, revealing her straight teeth; must've been from the braces.

"What do you do?" She turns towards me, again.

"I'm a neurologist in New York," I reply. "What about you?" My smile never fading away even though I swear this is tiring, I need to stop smiling.

"A neurologist? I would've never guessed that you're a doctor! You look more like an actress or a model but I've never seen you before... which explains it, maybe." She replies with a slight tone while I furrow my brows, "I work at a law firm," "Are you a lawyer?" I ask.

"I'm a secretary," She answers.

As the situation starts to get a little

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bit awkward with all the smiling and glancing orgazing, I start to hear Aidan clear his throat; saving the moment. He grips harder onto the pads as he pulls me by the waist, "We have to get going... we got a lot more to shop," He says, chuckling.