Dreams

Chapter twenty-four

As if the music wasn't loud enough already, someone decided to turn it up even louder. At that point I could feel the beats of the playing song vibrate throughout my entire body, I could not only feel my heart beat against my chest but also hear it in my ears. Aaron's hand was tight against mine as we walked into the kitchen and grabbed a couple boxes of pizza and two cups of beer. I shook my head when he offered one, barely being able to tell what he was mouthing, but he picked one up anyway. 

We were in his room in a few seconds, the door shut tightly behind us...locked. The music sounded a lot dimmer behind closed doors, I thought as I placed the pizza boxes down on Aaron's bed while he settled the two plastic cups on the nearby bed-side table. He switched on the lights, and then walked over to his window and drew the curtains shut.

"You sure you don't want to dance?" He asked, flipping one of the pizza boxes open.

I shook my head, "No way."

"It's fun," he said.

"It's loud, sweaty, and just messy." I shuddered.

"How many parties have you been to anyway?" He asked after taking a bit of his pizza slice and offering me one.

I took it, pepperoni, my favorite.

"Two? I think. Maybe three. Amy and Jace would have to drag me to these kind of things." I said, then began chewing on the slice.

Delicious. "This is so good."

"I know."

I shifted more comfortably on the bed, crossing my legs Indian style, then took another big bite.

I glanced at Aaron and narrowed my eyes at him. "How many slices have you had so far?"

He grabbed the open box and tuned it so I couldn't see its contents, or rather lack-of its contents. His mouth was full so he held up two fingers. Obviously, I didn't believe him.

I pointed at the cheese and tomato sauce smeared around his mouth.

"I'm a meshy eacher." He tried to say.

"What?" I parented to not understand.

He looked away nervously, swallowing while he was at it. "I'm a messy eater...?"

I raised an eyebrow, then quickly grabbed the box. "Aaron!"

"What?"

"There's only two pieces left!"

"It was a small sized pizza."

"Don't lie to me, I saw the eight pieces before you opened it. You ate five pieces while I ate one."

"I'm a fast eater, and a growing teen." He shrugged.

"That's not a good excuse, Aaron."

"Shut up, you're not my mom."

"But it's bad for you..."

"I don't care."

"I do!"

He sighed. "Fine. I'll do it only on occasions."

"Deal. I wouldn't be complaining if you ate healthy food like that, but it's pizza."

"You're just saying this 'cause you don't want me to lose my beautiful abs." He rubbed his hand over his shirt, leaving a smear of cheese in its way.

"Not gonna deny it." I said, tilting my head to the side.

He laughed. "You don't have to worry about my healthy, Kat. I'm only eating this way one, because it's summer vacation and I feel free to do whatever I wish. Two, back home Adam has me under a very strict diet. We even have treadmills and other machines for working out."