The Best Friend's Contract

"Probably in our past lives," He joins me.

"Very funny," I push him lightly on the arm which causes him to grin before driving down the road. As his eyes wander down the road, mine goes to look at what's beside me, trying to find some sort of peace from this car ride. "How are you, Dimitri?" I ask, realising how I've never gotten the time to ask.

He blinks a few times, "I'm the same as always. There's nothing interesting happening in my life,"

"Oh, come on. Don't lie," I lean closer towards him. "There must be something... someone? Anything and other than having to be in the middle of my marriage," I chuckle.

"Not really. Why? You're bored seeing me throwing away my youth by being single?" He raises an eyebrow as he makes a right turn, speeding down the road.

"That's it. Tell me," I turn to face him.

"What? Tell you what?" He asks, looking a bit more confused than before.

"What kind of woman do you like? Long hair? Short hair? Brunettes or blondes? Light eyes or dark eyes? What about her personality? What kind of person do you want her to be?" My questions seem to have humoured him as he let out a soft chuckle, letting me raise an eyebrow at him; seeing him shake his head with his hand gripping onto the steering wheel while the other runs through his dark, thick hair.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

"Can't I just walk past her and say like 'she's the one' kind of crap?" He continues to laugh.

"Be serious!" I playfully punch onto the side of his arm which causes him to laugh even louder as he controls his breathing.

"Okay... okay, calm down." He smiles, "There's never a specified 'type' of woman that I like but if I get to fall in love with someone again, I'd prefer it if she has short hair-probably shoulder length? She has got to be a brunette, I'm going crazy over dark-haired girls, man and I've always loved women with hazel eyes because I find it exotic and somewhat warm yet light at the same time. She should be funny, brave, ambitious, everything that I'm not... so, we can complete each other with what we lack." He replies and it doesn't take me long to notice how he talked.

The way his eyes light up as he imagined his dream girl, it's somehow beautiful even though we both know how this is all an imagination and that kind of woman would be almost impossible to find. Yes, she can have short dark hair with hazel eyes but it's hard to find someone who can complete Dimitri especially after what Chloe did to him.

He's like a maze, now.

There are things that he hides away from people and only Aidan and I would know because he has been scared of commitment. Not scared of making progress in his life or scared of meeting with someone new but scared of a commitment where he can keep them together but the other person would end up ruining everything. He's terrified of another heartbreak; even though he knows how he's ready to love and be loved.

"She sounds perfect," I mutter under my breath with a small slowly creeping up my face.

He chuckles, "Too perfect to exist. It's funny to think how perfect it would be to fall in love again but I'm much more determined, now. I don't just want to fall in love with someone and taking risks until I know and sure just how much I can protect her just as much as she can protect me. I want my next relationship to be a complete one,"

"Not perfecting the other but each other," We both say in unison which causes us to smile.

"Exactly," He adds.

I lean closer towards him, "Believe it or not, Dimitri. You're going to find that perfect woman and you're both going to complete each other,"

"Yeah... we'll see, right? I might walk down the street and bump into her," He continues to speak with his eyes focusing onto the road. "I just want my next relationship to be something admirable and memorable. Not perfect but something I'd always keep in mind-not like how Chloe and I had because what we had was perfect but perfection proves how it doesn't hold a relationship or marriage," He breathes out. "I guess you're really French," I scoff.

Both of us end up laughing with the song playing slowly at the back, somehow unnoticeable by the two of us as we continue the conversation.

"Hey, I'm half French! You can't blame it that I'm born this way," He shrugs both of his shoulders with a smirk slowly creeping up his face, letting my blue eyes wander to see him proudly raising his eyebrow at me for a couple of times.

"Aww, little Dim... you're perfect just the way you are." My hands begin to wrap around his arm for a short couple of seconds before resting my head on his shoulder, causing him to pat onto my forehead which causes me to slap his hand away.

"I guess I do sound perfect, huh? Me being half french and 1/3 Spanish that I can understand the song Despacito perfectly," He starts to trail off by singing the chorus of Despacito, moving his body side to side as he grips tightly onto the steering wheel, letting me lean my head back in laughter.

"You understand Despacito because you speak Spanish, you dimwit." I roll my eyes.

"And another six languages. Look at me, baby, I'm the perfect package-come on... good-looking, rich, funny, loyal, caring and even intelligent. I mean, name one person who can speak more than five languages that you know other than the damn MVP, Dimitri?" He turns to glance at my direction for a couple of seconds.

I keep quiet before clearing my throat, realising how the surrounding has somehow changed from fun and loud to being quiet and sorrow. "Aidan?" My lips slowly curving up into a smile as he stares at me for a few seconds, somehow out of words. "Honestly, that's very attractive." I add, after not receiving a response from him.

"What is?" He asks.

"Being able to speak other

languages. Fuck, being able to speak more than two languages is already attractive to me and to a whole lot of other XX chromosomes." I lean back on my seat as I laugh, wanting to cheer the situation up even though we both know by mentioning his name would cause us to fidget. It's horrible how Dimitri and are having a proper conversation as we listen to the musics being played on the radio while Aidan is laying unawake in the hospital, not even knowing whether he'll be awake in the nearest future.

"You can speak three. So, you're like also complimenting yourself." He replies.

"You mean I speak English, crap and bullshit?"

The sound of our laughters are only getting louder and louder as he makes a quick left turn, heading straight down the road to my apartment or more precisely... my husband's apartment.

"We are here," He mutters under his breath as he stops in front of the apartment, leading me to look and see the lights are not turned on; leaving me to sigh deeply.

"Here we are," I say before stepping out of the car after grabbing onto my bag.

Just as I've closed the passenger door, Dimitri presses down the window to look up at me, causing me to gaze into his eyes as they wander around the neighbourhood. "Don't forget to lock the doors as soon as you get inside. Then, take a warm shower to clear your head and just get some rest, okay?" He looks at me with a small smile plastered on his face.

"Okay," I reply as I smile back.

Dimitri is like a big brother to me even though we're the same age but he cares more than he should. It's like having a brother who doesn't exist whenever he teases me around and all but he's also caring and irresistibly kind especially when it comes to me. "If you feel like you can't sleep and want to take a midnight drive down the streets of Manhattan, you just press on your speed dial #3 and I'll be there. You know I'll be there," He adds.

I lean forward near the window, "What if I want to take a long midnight drive to McDonalds?"

He grins, showing off his perfectly straight teeth before chuckling softly. "Just press on speed dial #3 and we'll be getting some chicken nuggets," He responds off with the perfect answer for someone who enjoys food as I lean back, giving him a thumbs up. "Drive safe, alright?" I say as I walk towards my door.

Just like that, he lifts his right hand up before forming the shape of a heart using his thumb and his index finger which causes me to smile as he drives down the road as soon as I've entered the house, greeted by a familiar smell of a particular someone, leaving me to sigh.

My legs continue to take me straight

to the living room, instantly

reminded of this morning when he prepared breakfast and how the

smell is still somewhat lingering int

my senses. For some unknown reason, I am reminded of when we were both laying on the couch as we watched some good movies before we started to fall asleep in each other's arms just like how we did back in my apartment before we got

married.

"Lock the doors," I mutter before turning to lock the front door even though it is formatted to automatically lock by itself with the codes being programmed. Even if I forget to lock the door, it won't cause me any harm.

Within seconds, I'm already standing

Ket

in the shower as the warm water hits my ice cold skin. The way my body relaxes@under the water with my eyes closed and both of my hands pressed against the wall, feels like Aidan is wrapping his arms around my waist as we both h enjoy this warm shower together which causes me to immediately shake it off my head and turn the shower off before quickly stepping out with a towel wrapped around my body. Then, I change into a pair of sweatpants and sweatshirt as I quickly lay onto the bed which

seems to be a mistake.

A mistake because the smell of him... meets my nostrils in ways that I can't even explain. This room smells more of him than me which causes my eyes to water, leaving me to immediately wipe them away as they stream down my cheeks.

Even without me expecting or knowing, I'm already crying my eyes out as I wrap myself with the comforter that we both use at night by placing one hand at the exact spot where he would always sleep next to me, leaving me to close my eyes as the sobs continue to get louder yet only loud enough to my own ears.

The night passes just like that.