It All Started With A Game || Aaron Carpenter and Shawn Mendes au

Eight : My brother's best friend? I think...

Casey Mitchell

8 days. It has been 8 days since Cheyenne dared me to kiss Aaron. We got into an argument afterwards, so we haven't talked since. This has been our longest fight in five years. We haven't even had an argument that stopped us from being friends in that amount of time. I'll admit it, I miss that crazy llama loving girl. It'll just hurt my ego too much if apologize. Plus, I didn't even do anything too bad.

It's Sunday by the way. I know, totally irrelevant, but whatever. I'm an irrelevant kind of person. You must deal with it. Plus, I'm lovable, so it makes up for it.

"Casey, phone," my mom calls from downstairs.

"I'm coming," I call back as I close my laptop. As I'm walking towards to my door I notice my outfit in the mirror. I'm wearing a pink crop tank that has "watch me whip" in black. Cheyenne has a white one that has "watch me nae nae". Wow, I miss her so much.

I'm also wearing coral colored laced pajama shorts with black where the pockets would be and black knee high socks.

I walk down stairs and take the phone from my mom.

"Hello?"

"I'm in some deep shit,"Cheyennes voice comes through the receiver.

"I'm on my way," I say as I hang up. I heard Cheyenne say something at the last second, but I had already hung up the phone.

I run upstairs, grab my keys, and throw on some shoes before I run to my car and speed towards Cheyennes, hoping not to get a ticket.

Once I've arrived, I use the spare key and run up to her room where she's pacing around. Okay... Didn't she say she was in trouble? Or as she put it "deep shit"?

"What's wrong," I ask, shutting and locking the door behind me.

"On truth or dare night, I found out something that doesn't make any sense because it's the complete opposite of what I thought. I mean, I've never felt like that and not for... Ugh him! I'm so fucking confused," she screams, plopping down on her bed.

"Yeah. Me too."

"Okay, on Saturday last weekend, we were playing truth or dare with Aaron and Shawn. Correct," she asks all professional like. 

I nod, still confused as to where this is going and what the hell she is talking about.

"I figured out about your plan to make me kiss Shawn, so I told you to kiss Aaron. Are we still on the same page?"

"Yeah?"

"I thought I was safe because you had already kissed Aaron, so in order to keep yourself safe from more dares like that, you would've not told me to kiss Shawn and vise versa for Aaron. You still made me kiss Shawn. Right?"

"Uh, yeah? We haven't talked since which i find really stupid because it was a really small thing to argue that majorly over," I state.

"I agree. Well when I first kissed Shawn, I was disgusted. I could have thrown up any minute," she says with a disgusted face.

"Then what's the problem?"

"You know those really cliche fireworks or sparks people get in books when they kiss someone," she asks.

I nod, my slow self still obviously confused.

"I felt them, and I realized something that I wish I didn't," she says.

"I'm still confused. What did you realize?"

"I have feelings for him?! Hello?!"

"Feelings for who?!"

"My brother's best friend? I think..."