Poisonous Love. [EDITING]

forty-four

aaliyah

"so,what are you and aaron doing for valentine's day?"
destiny asked as she say on my bed doing homework.

i shrugged.
"well i don't really know,it's like three weeks away."
i laughed.

she shook her head looking up at me.
"and? it's never too late to plan this stuff out."
she added.

"and,your birthday is coming up,on the twenty sixth,what are we gonna do?"
she asked writing something down.

"i don't know,hopefully i'll have my piece somewhat done by then."
i told her.

the competition was a few months away,around the time that we would be graduating.

i had done a few scrap tries of ideas but i ended up throwing them all out.

none of the ideas that i had were making me satisfied,i knew i could do so much better and i had to keep going until i eventually got something that i knew would blow people away.

and so far,nothing was coming to mind.

so it was back to planning out ideas,and procrastinating on the work itself.

"you still haven't figured out what you're gonna do?"
she asked.

Rocco jumped onto the bed laying down next to her,allowing her to pet his head.

"no."
i sighed.
"i just want it to be perfect. and i don't want to rush myself but at the safe time,i'm running out of time."
i explain.

she nodded understanding.

"so,did you tell aaron about,you know who yet?"
she asked as she looked back up at me,Rocco in her arms.

i paused before shaking my head as i wrote another question down.

i could hear her sigh from across the room.

"aaliyah,you need to-"

"i know! i'm trying to find the time but i can't."
i told her shaking my head.

i still haven't told aaron about what happened that year with travis,and to be honest,i don't plan on telling him any time soon.

it's not about the fact that i used to be in another relationship,it's just about,what happened,in that relationship.

i hate talking about it,and i've always kept it to myself.

thankfully,i've found a group of friends that i can vent to and that will be there for me.

i'm just not sure i'm ready to tel aaron yet,exactly.

"well,i have to get home.my dads making dinner and he wants us home.i'll see you tomorrow."

she said gathering her items and slipping her backpack on.

"and hey."
she stopped at the door,making me look her way.

"please tell him."
she begged me opening the door.
i nodded.
"i will."