Bonus for @Dumbtherian 

It will be short and with mistakes cause im too lazy to look for them and I just want to update. I think it won't be exactly what you expected, but I hope you'll like it :)

○ Btw should I pin this chapter above the rest of the chapters to keep it in order or no? I can't decide T_T

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There was quiet and dark in Ashlyn's room. 

Their friends were breathing calmly, but Aiden's breath was quick. Way more than usually. He tried to calm down, knowing that Ashlyn, despite the earplugs in her ears, could hear it. 

Vainly. 

He felt fluttered and quilty at the same time, which wasn't a very good combination. He couldn't help it, and this fact made him irritated as well. 

Well, shit.  

It was really stupid idea to find out the level of an adrenaline while dying - but it actually wouldn't be that bad if Ashlyn weren't that worried about him. He really didn't plan on bothering her, especially that she had already a lot of troubles on her head. It didn't even crossed his mind, and this made him feel so quilty. And though the adrenaline turned out to be very nice... he would turn back time not to worry her. 

But...

Would he...?

Would he really turn back time and not die? Would he let the moment on the porch not happen? 

No. 

He wouldn't. 

Even if then she didn't held back his hand. 

Neverthless she hugged him, and sat under the blanket next to him. And told him what she felt, at least a little bit. 

And the fluttering feeling when he brushed her hand - the tense waiting if she reciprocate the touch. 

This kind of adrenaline felt nice, even if she didn't take his hand.

More than while dying. 

Unlike the normal adrenaline from the fear, he didn't wanted it to end. 

And now he had a new challenge for himself - make Ashlyn hold his hand. Right, stupid, but he couldn't let the fluttering feeling pass. He wanted to feel it again, the tense of the waiting for her contact. 

Of course he knew she never liked physical touch. 

But that only made it somehow precious. And he wanted to be precious for her. He wanted her to worry about him.

Tsk, childish. 

He felt himself blushing, what made him blush only harder. But what could he do with that he liked her so much? Nothing, probably. He had two options: wait for it to pass away, or make her feel the same. 

Of course he chose the second option. He didn't like to wait. Really, who would want to wait for a love to pass?  Although he had to care about her boundaries, plus it was really uncomfortable for him to like her without a certainty if she likes him back or not. But being near her was amazing feeling in the same time. Besides he should be grateful to God that he fell in love with Ashlyn, and not Tyler, for example. Bleh.

But shit, the damn crush kept creeping back. 

He was fed up with the fact that every time he saw Ashlyn, his heart beat a little faster, and every time their hands even touched, he felt like it was going to jump out of his chest. 

In brief, he was hard in love. 

And how the heck had she not yet understood his feelings, when his heart was panicking every time she was near him? How she hadn't noticed he got a swirl of emotions in his stomach just by the smallest touch? Well, as Shakespeare once said - the course of true love never did run smooth. 

Ugh, fuck it. 

Just go to sleep. 

But how the hell am I supposed to sleep if she's next to me help?! 😭