The Best Friend's Contract

Kenna

There's nothing better than waking up in the morning close to someone's warmth. Not just that, but being able to feel the person wrapping their arms around our waist, too. Somehow, it's an acceptance towards our presence which is undeniably soothing. My eyes are slowly opening due to the movement beside me, making me furrow my brows. The last time I checked, there was no such things as having pets inside my apartment for me to be able to feel any sort of movement near me nor do I live with a roommate. Familiar brown hair.

As I rub both of my eyes, I try to focus onto the familiar face in front of me. Shaped thick eyebrows and eyelashes, perfectly defined nose and puckered pink lips. It's no doubt that the person in front of me is born beautiful-then again, he seems fairly familiar. "Who are you?" I question, my voice low.

He pulls me closer towards him by the waist as he opens both of his eyes, a pair of brown orbs staring back at me with confusion while he frowns. Our eyes widen at the same time as soon as we realise the current situation which causes him to push me down, making me drop onto the ground with a loud thud.

Well, I've never been pushed down by a guy before. I quickly sit up straight and take a closer look at my best friend's figure who has mimicked my action-instantly staring back at me for a few seconds. Confusion has never caused me to overthink except for now which is acceptable.

"Bro, you pushed me off the couch! What a gentleman," I roll my eyes in annoyance before tying my hair up into a messy ponytail, rubbing onto my arm that was receiving the impact.

"Kenna, what are you doing here?" He asks, eyes looking directly at me. Within seconds, I am already laughing out loud on the ground with both of my hands clutching onto my stomach before sitting beside him, poking onto the bridge of his nose-surprising him. My lips curve up into a smile, "Dude, you're in my apartment. This is my living room and we're on my couch-I should be the one asking you that question but I don't suffer from any memory loss. Don't you remember what we did, last night?" I pout, leaning closer. His jaw clenches immediately, "What did we do?"

"You're hurting my heart," I pretend to be upset as I lift my shirt up to reveal the light bruise on my stomach near my waist which causes both of his eyes to widen in surprise. He continues to stare at my bruise as he runs his fingers through his hair-completely believing this, "It could have gotten a bit more passionate and sensual but you fell asleep," I add.

"Man, I'm sorry... I don't remember," His voice low, somehow unsure. Then, he looks up into my blue eyes, "Kenna, I'm really sorry. Why didn't you stop me?" He asks, pulling himself closer towards the sofa as he tries his best to distance himself from me.

The look on his face shows the amount of regret which causes me to lean back and laugh, without having the strength to hold it back any longer. Aidan, on the other hand, stares at me in confusion-not understanding the meaning of my sudden laughter. Then, I lift my shirt up again, showing him the bruise which I had gotten from bumping myself into the kitchen counter.

"Aidan! Why on earth would you give me a hickey on my stomach?" I try to control my laughter as he frowns, "I got this a couple of days ago because I bumped into the kitchen counter and nothing happened last night! I fell asleep minutes after you did," I add, smiling. "Fuck you," He breathes out.

Just as I'm about to say something, the sudden doorbell causes both of us to react. We turn to look at one another before quickly running towards the front door-eyeing from the camera. Our eyes widen at the sight of our mothers, standing patiently as they both wait for the door to open which freaks us out, slowly moving away from the door.

"What are we going to do?" I panically, ask.

Aidan glances down at his wrist watch before muttering curses under his breath, "Damn it. I'm late for work and I have a meeting that starts in half an hour," He runs towards the living room to pick up his phone which has thirty missed calls from Flynn and ten messages. "Today is my day off," I happily say, making him roll his eyes at my direction as he begins to pinch the bridge of his nose; thinking of a proper excuse or probably a better idea to get out of this mess with both of our mothers outside my apartment, repeatedly pressing the doorbell.

He looks at me, "I've left some clothes here, right? My slacks, button-up shirts and coats from previous nights I've spent here... have you washed them?" He asks, making me slowly nod my head which causes him to run straight ahead towards the guest room-leaving me calling out his name but without an answer.

The doorbell continues to annoy me, without a doubt.

"I'm going to just open the door!" I shout, heading towards the front door before placing my hand on the doorknob.

Just as Aidan peeks from the room, "Wait, don't!" Which was a little bit too late as I've already pulled the door open, revealing Diana and my mother to stand with a confused look on their faces. My lips curve up into a smile as I glance down the street, people walking back and forth on a busy Tuesday morning.

Diana seems to have caught her son's figure as she raises an eyebrow at my mother, "Kenna, I didn't know Aidan has started to spend the night here. It's such a surprise," She says, glancing at Aidan who is currently clenching his jaw before slowly making his way towards us.

As soon as he's close enough, he casually places his hand around my waist in which I respond back with a wider smile plastered on my face. Both of us just stand, looking at them without muttering a single word, only curses in our head-of the sudden situation. "What do you expect? She's my fiancée," He replies, chuckling as he pulls me closer.

Diana smiles, "Can we come in?"Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Aidan and I stare at one another before nodding our heads, taking a few steps back to let them in. My mother, glances at our direction with a smile as she walks inside-making me close the door behind them. As expected, Diana starts to eye the whole apartment, instantly catching the attention of a messy living room and sofa, my blanket over the floor.

"Movie night?" She asks, smiling.

Yet, her smiles have never failed to make me think it as a sarcasm which leaves me to nudge Aidan on the waist, making him chuckle, immediately.

"We need to take a shower," I say before quickly pulling onto his hand, walking straight towards my bedroom-closing the door behind me with a deep sigh.

Aidan, is currently staring at me with

a confused look on his face as I

slowly point towards the bathroom

door. "You're going to be extremely late if you don't take a shower and get ready in less than fifteen minutes," I say, causing him to pull his shirt up-revealing his perfectly toned stomach, leaving me blink a few times, going unnoticed by him.

As he turns to place his shirt on my bed, I am left pressing my lips into a thin line before licking onto my lower lip-staring at his toned back. My heart begins to beat utterly fast, not expecting myself to react this way... when seeing him shirtless. I've seen him shirtless before, countless times but that was probably years ago. When he was not as toned as he is now nor was he actively going to the gym.

He turns to look at me, furrowing his eyebrows before pointing at something near my lip in which I quickly touch, "You have something. Is that a drool? You're such a kid," He says, seconds before he makes his way towards the bathroom, closing the door behind me. Within seconds, I am already running towards the nearest mirror on the wall to look at my own face-wiping away the drool. Just like that, I quickly make my way out of my bedroom and peek down the hall, seeing it empty as I run towards the guest room, choosing his office attire.

Something colourful and cheerful. Unlike his normally worn clothes, always plain and grey or even black. There's no running away from the professional colours when it comes to him dressing himself up but there's also no point in complaining as he would always dress to impress.

"Kenna," I turn to see my mother standing near the door, causing my heart to skip a beat as I hold tighter onto Aidan's shirt. "You surprised me," I mutter.

She chuckles, entering the room. "I hope we weren't bothering you two. You told me yesterday that today is your day off but I didn't expect Aidan to be here," She continues to say

before taking a few steps closer net

towards me, "Look, I don't want to pressure you but Diana has decided for the wedding to happen next month which is an undeniably short time to plan it all. That's why I'm here with her... today, to go and plan the wedding," She breathes out.