Unintentionally Falling

chapter twenty-eight

Aaron

I never thought I'd ever catch myself here, at a party. It's also strange because this is the second time I've been to one this semester.

I always told myself I would have better things to do than a party. I'd rather stay home, read, and go see Sawyer, my dog. Thinking back to it now, it really does sound dull. That's how it is with me, that's how it's always been. I've always lived a pretty unvaried life.

Now though? Perhaps I do live a more varied life.

I do apparently attend parties because of Iris, I've danced with her letting her twirl me around in front of others, going to dinner with a bunch of jocks (especially with that Zack dude who seems to not like me), I've also run with her in the rain soaking my clothes, I've watched her pout about losing Mario Kart against me, I've sat there with my hands covering my face beside her as she yells at referees at basketball games, and I've taken car ride with her in my car where I couldn't peel my eyes away from her.

All things I probably would have never experienced before. The life I lived never really let me do anything like that. It's just how it is with me.

I can remember every single detail, everything. Things that no matter what, I'll remember. Good memories, happy memories. She's made those happy memories by just being there. An invaluable person, someone who I hope will let me stick around in her life. I will, as long as she lets me.

I weave past people on the staircase hoping that there isn't a bathroom line. I'm a tad bit irritated at how many people are camped on the stairs. Though I find myself stupidly smiling at myself while thinking about all the things I've done with Iris. I quickly move my hand to cover my mouth so it doesn't look like I'm laughing at the people sitting on the stairs. They're currently giving me the side-eye.

When I finally spot the bathroom to my very pleased relief that there isn't a line. Thankfully, I don't have to wait while people spend an hour there doing whatever they like.

I slowly open the door, letting myself only see a small crack through it just in case it's a bedroom and someone's in it or it's the bathroom. Luckily, it's the latter.

A few minutes later, I washed up leaving the bathroom. But as I do a hand latched onto my arm pulling me towards someone. I stood planted, their arms way too weak to pull me and it didn't exactly catch me off guard when they were standing in front of me.

But the person latching onto my arm? I've got to admit, yes, now that caught me off guard.

One of the last people I was expecting to.

Sienna.

She peers up at me, her eyes widened in a faux-innocence type of look. The look she's trying to give me is definitely not what she intended it to be. Instead, she looks like she's a kid entering her parent's bedroom to tell them that she threw up. If I'm being honest she looks plain foolish.

She dressed up as a schoolgirl, but not like a normal school girl, she hiked up her pleated skirt and made a crop top out of a white button-up. Her hair is done in pigtails with ribbons and she's wearing freakishly tall high heels.

The skirt reminds me of high school, my high school had an eerily similar uniform choice. Not the short skirts or high heels, the elderly teachers there would have pitched a fit. Like dead on the spot, eyes widened, about to hand detention slips for the rest of the year kind of teachers. Internally I shudder at the thought, both about thinking back to high school and the clothes for the most part were pretty uncomfortable.

Her outfit makes me have deja vu in the worst possible way ever.

"Hi there, Aaron." Her claw-like nails slide their way around my arm as she tries to lean into my chest.