I found myself staring into familiar green eyes that twinkled in amusement. Aiden stood in my doorway, staring intently at me as he raised the tub of ice cream up for me to see. "I brought ice cream!" He said.
"I heard you the first time." He wore a light blue t-shirt and dark washed-out jeans. His blonde hair was messily sitting on top of his head, and his green eyes sparkling and wide.
"I told you I don't wanna talk to you," I said, trying to close the door. Aiden stuck his foot out in an attempt to block it.
"I said I was sorry." I looked at him with my brows raised. I probably looked like a stray dog with my crazy hair and snot-covered face, but I don't care right now. I only need this guy to leave so I can go back to crying.
"No, you didn't."
"Yes, I did. On Twitter." Is he for real?
"What?" He rolled his eyes, pushing the door wider to get into my room. He sat on my bed as he handed me my phone.
