Aphmau's POV

*Play Song*

"C'mon, you goody two shoes—have one!" Travis shouts out into the bar we were in, his words slurred by his alcohol intake.

"Nope, not a chance, Travis." Lucinda replies stubbornly, crossing her arms

"Why not...Lu-lu-luau-cinda?" Katelyn says while wearing an unusual silly expression, signifying the alcohol count in her body was a bit higher than usual.

Travis had his arm around Katelyn, both of them swaying around slowly, a beer in each hand.

We were all sitting in a booth with one long couch that curved along all three sides of the booth.

I giggle at the cute couple, slowly sipping at a light peach wine.

Aaron was sitting next to me, his arm wrapped around me so his hand rested on my shoulder comfortably.

He had his own beer but was nowhere near drunk.

Thank Irene for that.

Laurence was sitting next to Lucinda, mimicking Katelyn's new nickname for her.

Garroth was tipsy, but not full-blown drunk like Travis or Katelyn.

Oh god, don't even get me started on Kawaii~chan...

She was passed out on the booth seat, snoring on Zane's lap, breathing out the recognizable stench of Japanese sake. 

"Aphmeow, I—has a question...for you..." Katelyn loosely points the mouth of her beer at me, unintentionally swinging it slightly from side to side like Captain Jack Sparrow.

"Shoot." I reply, ready for Drunk Katelyn's wrath of a question.

"Shot? oKaY!?" And so, Katelyn picks up a small shot glass and gulps down the bitter liquid with no hesitation.

"Hey, that's no fair, we need to be even." Travis then gulps down a shot himself.

"Travis, you are male—male are predisposed to find themselves of higher rank above their opposite sex..." Katelyn states, loosely swinging her index finger around in the air.

"Ha, you said 'sex'." Travis snorts.

"Ya, that's something you won't be getting tonight," Katelyn says while sticking her tongue out at him like a pesky five-year-old.

"Are you getting this?" I whisper to Zane giddily. 

"I'd have to be THAT drunk in order to not record this." Zane gestures to Drunk Duo, one of his hands holding his phone right above the table, recording incognito style.

"Aaron, please promise me something?" I ask of him, a terrified look in my eyes.

"What is it, Aph?"

"Never—ever—do that." I point towards Travis, who was dipping the tips of Katelyn's hair in a shot glass, then glazing them with French fry grease.

"Ew, what you doing to meh hair?" Katelyn exclaims, blinking fastly.

"Calm down, I'm giving you a French braid!" Travis flaps Katelyn's hair up in the air like a blanket.

Aaron chuckles, brushing his lips against my forehead affectionately.

"I promise," He affirms.

"We should probably take them home, we have early days tomorrow." I suggest, raising an eyebrow to Katelyn prodding through Travis's snow-white hair like a monkey.

"This is going to go viral." Zane states, stopping the recording.

**************

After Aaron and I help everyone to their beds in my apartment, I head into the bathroom and start my elaborate night routine

As I take my hour long shower, I relish the warm water jetting out of the shower head onto me, peppering my bare skin in a gratifying way.

After I reach the maximum time that would cause the rest of my roommates to yell at me, I turn the water off and wrap my soft towel around me so the knot rested on the top of my boobs.

I then hear a gentle knock on the door which is unusual compared to the usual screaming of impatience.

A bit shocked, I drop my towel, then frantically pick it up and readjust it. 

"Who is it?" I call out, clutching my towel tighter.

"It's Aaron."

I wrap the towel around me tighter, maybe in a feign attempt to accentuate my nonexistent curves, then I let him in.

I leave the door open, sitting down on the closed toilet bowl to give the gigantic man room in the relatively tiny restroom.

Aaron enters with severity laced in his expression, looking like the bearer of terrible news, wavering a bit when he notices I was only in a towel.

"Oh I'm sorry, we can talk later—" He suggests, but I brush it off, feeling beads of now cool water drip from my hair down my back. 

"No, no, it's fine—is something wrong?"

He leans against the wall, folding his arms as he exhales an exhausted sigh.

"Aaron, what is it?" I use one hand to rub his shoulder and the other to hold up my towel.

"Lily—is refusing to sign the divorce papers." Aaron shakes his head slowly, clearly stressed about the whole ordeal.

"Oh, Aaron. I'm so sorry." Feeling helpless. 

"Hey, you don't have to be sorry..it's my fault anyways—it's ALL my fault."

"What? Aaron—everything isn't your fault." I assure, the cool air seeping into my soaked scalp.

"No, it is. All the pain I caused you over the years—and when you came here and saw me with Lily—" 

"No." I stop him, not willing to listen to him say these things. "Um, no—Aaron, you didn't cause me any pain purposefully. I caused me pain, and that's in the past. All that we should think about right now is us...and the present rather than the past."

His frown finally materializes into his iconic warm smile. "You're right—as usual."

"That's...the first time someone's said that to me." I giggle, seeing as there was an ugly truth to the statement.

Aaron stands up straight, inching closer to me so he was towering over me as he usually is, grazing my cheek with his fingertips.

I tilt my neck somewhat uncomfortably, but the view made up for it. 

"What did I ever do to deserve you?" He whispers, leaning in closer.

"You met me, you made me laugh, and you held on with me, and you gave me my dearest memories...." I respond, leaning in closer to him, forgetting I was only wearing a towel.

We were now millimeters apart, our noses grazing each other.

He finally completes the action by placing his lips to mine, I grab the back of his neck with one hand, that other hand still maintaining its duty of holding up my towel.

Aaron pulls away momentarily to speak,

"So Travis may not be getting any, but..."

I laugh and kiss him again.

I eventually let go of my towel.

NOPE NO LEMON NOPE NADA
Fact About Me: I've kept saying to everyone and myself I've never read a lemon or anything close to one, but then I remembered that two years ago, I had read Looking For Alaska by John Green, AMAZING BOOK BTW, and that involved numerous written sex scenes, THERE IS PROOF IVE NEVER BEEN AN INNOCENT CHILD!

Edit: That's....now not true.

So yeah Crystals, this book may be a bit mature but there isn't going to be any lemons......

Yet😈....

2021 edit: This beginning plot point of how they initially get together is pretty stupid but oh well. 

Have a nice day my crystals!