Prologue
573 Words
“Get up, Andy.”
Aiden rose from his bed, rubbing his eyes from opening them urgently. “What are you doing in my room so early in the morning?” He said with a muffled voice, still rubbing his eyes in sore. “I was having the best dream of my life.” He groaned frustrated, trying to focus his attention on Achelois who just stormed inside his room like it was hers as well.
“Let’s go eat something!” She exclaimed in excite. “I’m hungry so get your butt out of your bed and let’s hurry!”
Aiden looked at her in disbelief. “No way you woke me up for that.” He shook his head wondering how he got his life involved with a woman like her.
Achelois smiled at his direction innocently rocking back and forth with her heel and toe.
“No way!” Aiden wrapped his sheets over his head, frowning. “I’m going back to sleep. Get one of your boys to accompany you!”
Achelois huffed in dismay and grabbed one of Aiden's fallen pillows. She started hitting the latter with the pillow trying to get him out of his bed. “Yes way!” She yelled. “I just broke up with Tony. I don’t have any back up this week so how unfortunate of you!” She laughs out loud knowing her best friend would find it insulting.
True enough, Aiden rose back up with his creased brows. “It’s only been three days since you started dating.”
“And that’s more than enough I can give him.” She arched one brow, shaking her head intently as if she was giving the male a lesson. “What did he expect, honestly. If he was a better dancer than you, I would have given him a week but,” she shrugged.
Aiden looked at her with a scowl. “If you’re gonna keep comparing me to the guys you date, why won’t you just date me then?”
Achelois laughed out loud and Aiden just watched her laugh hysterically. “Yeah, no. That’s not really an option.” As expected. “I may be like this but I still have standards and sorry to say that you don’t pass those standards, Lychee. You can go date Ha Yura if you want.”
Of course I’m not. He just stared at his best friend in amusement wondering. “That’s the thirtieth time you rejected me. Still counting.” He stated sarcastically.
Achelois sat on the bed close enough for her to wrap her arms around her best friend. “Aiden Mitchell,” The man glared at his friend, “Shouldn’t you be keeping those feelings to yourself like a normal boy best friend?” Achelois raised a brow at him.
He let her pull his neck down low. “What’s the point of hiding? It eventually shows.”
“Ugh.” She rolled her eyes and got back up to stand up facing him. “You’re so sentimentally disgusting ever since—” She stopped, her lips twitching in cringe. “You’re such a sore loser, Ly.” Achelois threw him the pillow she used to hit him. “Now do your responsibility as my bestest friend,” She pinched Aiden’s cheeks, “and come with me.”
This is how I deal with my playgirl best friend every day.
- Writer
