He felt a vibration in his pocket. it's a call.
"Hey!"
"Hi Isla!"
"I'm going to the mall to get me a dress, and I was hoping you'd come with me!"
"Me?" Aiden, responds.
"Yes, you! Why would've I called you silly?" She laughs through the phone.
"I don't know Isla.." He said, knocking the tables loudly.
"I can hear that. Please, won't you come with me?"
Sighs.. "Fine. Just for you."
"Good. Because I'm at your doorstep!" She said.
"What-"
The call ends.
"Aiden! Your friend is here!" Grandma, yelled.
Aiden rushes downstairs.
"Hi Aiden, let's go Aiden!" She pulls his hand, and drags him to her car.
"I'm wearing flip flops, let me go back." He said, trying to leave the car.
She puts her hand on his chest, pulling him against the seat. "You are not going anywhere."
"Dude, I'm not going to the mall with flip flops on."
"They're just flip flops, and we won't be gone for long." She said.
He puts his seat belt on, "Fine. But only if we get ice cream afterwards."
"Fair, enough." She said riding off.
Hours Later..
"We're here!" She pushed the gear stick.
"Well, that took hours." He said, sighing.
*Smacks head*
"It's worth it though." She laughed.
"Ay! That hurt!"
"Now, we must go." She opens the car door.
"Are you gonna get up, or do I have to smack you on the head" Said, Isla - her pointing finger moving around his face from afar.
"Anything but the smack on the head." He said.
*Smacks*
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I'm not Aiden, I'm Avery.
أدب المراهقينAiden, moved to New York with his grandma after his parents passed away. Which meant, he'd start a new life there. But was Aiden really happy? Would he feel safe, because he's soft and tender unlike manly guys?
