"Emily, someone is at the door for you." My mother croaked as I tiptoed down the stairs slowly. Turning my head to see who it was, a quick gasp escaped as my lips fought a smile, and I paused at the bottom of the stairs.

"Aaron?" I questioned, and my eyes faded as I stared at the guy at the door. Why was he here, at my house, bearing his book bag? Is this how I get murdered? How tragic, I thought, creeping up a few steps.

Aaron and my mother insisted otherwise as my mother pulled open the glass door, walked off, and dorkis walked in.

"Hey, Aaron." I exhaled through the first word as I turned to face him. I hoped my mother wasn't in the other room. Shit, out of luck, they say.

His ocean eyes glistened in the bright lights shining from the sun's reflection, pushing through the glass door as he huffed air. As he walked closer, my breath caught in my throat, and I wobbled backward up the steps. What a surprise. A beautiful surprise.

"What are you doing here?" I questioned. A tiny hiccup echoed off the foyer walls as I pushed my hands against my lips.

"I-I just thought I would come to say hi and help you make a plan for the Halloween dance and prom queen."

"I want nothing to do with becoming the prom queen, Aaron," I reassured, running up the stairs.

"Emily," he called. I stopped at the top step and turned on my toes again. "Don't avoid me. I will help you with your campaign and everything. I know you want to beat She, who shall not be named fat ass. And before you say anything, yes, I've looked." I cut him off, muttering and hiccupping.

"Nice Harry Potter reference." My lips pouted as I glanced at his shirt, picturing his carved stomach I'd only seen once when he removed his hoodie for me before I rethought my life choices.

"Are you coming, dorkis?" I called from the top of the stairs. He grunted loudly, "excuse me," before running after me into my room.

I slammed my door shut, and Aaron's shoes dropped against my wooden floor as he fell back against my pillows. A hint of a grin broke along his smile line. His bright white teeth chewed on his lips as he examined his perimeters.

"Why the fuck didn't you tell me she was behind me?" I said, pacing the room. Aaron shifted his weight on my bed and ran his hands through his dirty blonde hair.

"I didn't want to yell. The wicked bitch of the west is coming so that everyone can hear me," he said, leaning down against the sheets. "So, what kind of homework do you have?" I shifted my eyes to him. He flipped through my biology book while he chewed on his fingernails.

"This is what you're learning? It's something I did in preschool." I didn't know he was quite a genius. But then again, he is a dork.

"Seriously," I called from my closet as I dug for my sense of humor. Nope, I didn't find it. I flipped a shoe at Aaron. He dodged it not so swiftly and fell off the bed.

I laughed. "Preschool, huh?" I muttered. I spun around to face him and tripped over a shoe lying nearby, falling forward on my face. He laughed, jumping up from the floor and running over.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

Do birds fly?

"Yep," I said, pulling myself to my feet. "I tripped."

"I can see that," he replied, sitting back on the bed. I shot a glare in his direction.

"You kissed Nick, Graphner?" his lips stretched wider into an amused grin. What is he? Some news article investigator?

"Well, it wasn't like I was trying," I spat. That was the truth. "The nerd kind of just kissed me out of the blue, and it was like kissing a dead fillet with a mouth and tongue," I mumbled. I knew it was a mistake. 

"It could have been worse," he muttered. "I mean, what if it were me?"

"You think you're that bad of a kisser?" I jabbed. "Weren't you the boy who kissed Garret Heights?"

"Yeah." he interrupted. His long smirk turned into a tiny grimace. "Technically, it was a bet."

"You still kissed him," I argued.

"Yeah, I did. Could you not rub it in my face? The dude came out gay, anyway." He blushed. Stretching his arms above his head, he licked his lips, furrowing our eyebrows. Aaron's head snapped up from the pillows, and he adjusted to his stomach at the end of the bed.

"I'm surprised you even kissed Nick. This version of Emily would never do something like that, don't you think?" Aaron chuckled, swinging his feet opposite me while I kicked off my sneakers and sat in the corner's medium-sized, baby-blue desk chair.

"I think you don't know me too well," I contended, but his eyebrows shot up like mine. We stared at one another as if one of us was a wolf trying to gain dominance over a human. I slowly looked away from his crystal eyes, allowing him to gain power this time as a grin formed in the creases of his lips.

"So, how long do you think you can keep your pregnancy scare a secret from your mom," he asked, eyebrows raised in amusement.

"Long enough for you not to annoy me about it," I snapped back. His hands shot in the air in defense.

"So, what costume are you wearing for the dance?" he questioned.

"I'm going as me," I replied. My brown eyes widened. "Costumes are for loser cosplay junkies and nerds. A slight smirk manifested on my lips as I twirled in my desk chair.

"Emily," Aaron scolded. "You're a nerd too."

I snorted. "What gave you that idea?"

"Well, for starters," he paused, pulling himself off the bed. "Bad girls don't snort like you. Second, normal girls don't have a nerdy yearbook photo of themselves hanging on their walls. Yes, I noticed it."

"Yep," I mumbled as I pulled myself to my feet.

"Last, bad girls don't kiss dorks." Suddenly Aaron brushed his buttery soft hands against my chin. His bright eyes glanced into mine as he hunched over me, and his other hand dragged through my hair.

"What are you doing, Aaron?" I asked. Our breath swapped. I suddenly breathed dorkis's air before my lips crashed into a buttery soft pink pair of feathered lips.

My eyes widened as I fell deeper into his kiss. My hips swayed with his as my world suddenly blurred. It was as if I was on earth one moment and another. I had sprouted wings, and heaven's gates flooded open. My mouth reciprocated with his as his hands traced my spine, making me shiver. Our tongues danced, and I rubbed softly against his abs as we collapsed against the bed.

He laughed and grabbed a pillow from my bed, throwing it at me. It flipped in the air and hit me directly in the face. I fell backward to the ground on my ass, glancing up at him.

Is he fucking serious right now? "You ass," I yelled, throwing the pillow back his way.

"Pillow fight," He suggested, grabbing another pillow from my bed.

I jumped from my seat, gripping the pillow tightly. "Get-Out-Of-My-Room."

He jumped to his feet, nearly tripping as he walked towards the door. I followed behind him with the pillow as he stomped down the stairs.

I smirked. "Catch," I yelled to Aaron, throwing the pillow downstairs. I ran to my room for shelter, grabbing the other pillow as he raced up the steps.

Feathers flew everywhere. Dodging left, I hit him again and again. We were at war, and I was going to win. His eyes widened when I aimed high for his face, but his lips pressed against mine again. Fireworks bounced off the living room walls, and my stomach performed somersaults. When we were finally out of feathers and breath, we laid heads against the head of the couch, syncing shallow breaths. My mom cleared her throat from the doorway, and we rolled off one another.

"Hey, Mrs. Hart." Aaron shyly rubbed the back of his neck as his other hand awkwardly waved. I mentally and physically face-palmed the floor as I observed his back straighten. My eyes rolled in my head as I pulled off the ground away from Doris Chanson, avoiding my gaze.

"I should have known what you were doing with a boy in our house. Do I need to discuss the birds and bees talk with you?"

"No, mom," I screeched, cutting her off. "Also, gross." Aaron blushed as he sat up, puffed but shy.

"So, I guess I'll see you in school tomorrow?" he shyly winked in my direction.

"Dear God, yes," I mumbled as he approached the doorway. Aaron would be the king of all gods if gods were real.