Chapter 2

Wyatt's Point of View

Arg, man! It sucks. I can't even find my type among the women Jacob chose. I want someone as thin and small as Aiden.

Uh-huh? Aiden? Come to think of it, Aiden looks like a woman even if he doesn't dress in women's clothes.

His eyelashes are long. White skin? I'm not really sure if his skin was white or if it was just really pale. He is modest, quiet... Everything I want in a woman is in him.

Oh, wow. I felt a sudden urge to touch him.

What would he look like in feminine clothing? Damn. I can’t help but blush at the thoughts. I'm not a pervert, okay? I just want to see him wearing women's clothing. I think... He will be really beautiful.

The heck, what am I thinking? Erase, erase!

But kidding aside, what if Aiden becomes my girlfriend? Will he agree? He probably can't resist me, can he? After all, I am his best friend.

That's right; I'm sure Aiden will say yes.

"AHA!" I shouted. I really shouted louder so that he would notice me.

"Argh, damn you! Why are you suddenly shouting? Don't you know that I'm watching horror?" He asked, then hit me with the remote he was holding.

I laughed and said, "Stop it; I just thought of something."

He stopped hitting me with the remote and paused the movie. "What's that? Did you already choose someone?"

"Yes," I answered quickly. I chose you.

He raised an eyebrow and asked, "Who? Let me see."

I didn't answer and just laughed, but when he went back to watching again, I poked him three times.

"Aiden," I poked Aiden, but he ignored me. "Aiden," but he still ignored him. "Yohoo, Aiden Adams, are you there?" I knocked on his back.

He turned to me and glared at me. "What do you need? I'm watching!"

I said his name, "Aiden," and then remained silent.

"Aish, don't ever talk to me again! Arg, I'm annoyed!" He got up and was about to enter his room when I stopped him.

"Ahh~ Is my Aiden angry?" I hugged him from behind. Damn, he smells nice.

I feel comfortable with him.

"You're being weird, Wyatt. Let go," he said, but I didn't let go. "Wyatt, let go of me," he said and forcefully removed my arms from around his waist.

"Aiden... will you be my girlfriend?" I asked.

"W-What did you say?" He asked.

I thought he would agree immediately when I said that, but it turns out that it was just in my mind. Why doesn't Aiden want to be my girlfriend? Am I ugly?

"Ahh~ please, Aiden." I leaned over and hugged him.

"I said, I don't want to; just find someone else," he uttered.

"I can't find someone other than you," I replied.

"There's Jacob, Hans, and Yuan; just choose one of them. Don't make fun of me." He replied.

Those jerks? No way!

"I don't like them; I like you," I sighed.

"Huh?" He turned to me.

Eventually, it took us a few minutes to talk about it; it was almost time for me to use my card.

"I didn't say anything like that; I just don't want to dress like a woman," he said.

"Okay," I replied, and I stood up to get water.

I know Aiden will come to me. Arg, please. If he does not come to me, I will commit suicide.

"Fine! You just pay my dad's hospital bill!" He's now behind me. Told 'ya!

"Really? It's okay; you don't have to force yourself," I said, as I held back a smile.

He hugged him and asked, "Are you mad?"

Damn, I think Aiden will really suit being my fake girlfriend.

"No, drink this water," I said, passing him the bottle.

"O-Okay," he replied.

••••

Aiden's Point of View

We are here now at the mall, shopping for wigs and various other feminine items, just like bags, makeup, clothes, and shoes.

After shopping, Wyatt and I went home to my condo. I immediately lay down on the couch due to fatigue. Because I don't like to walk and get tired quickly, I also don't like any sports. But I play basketball when Wyatt invites me to play.

I lifted my thigh when Wyatt tapped it. When he sat down, I lowered my thigh and put it on his thigh.

"Sit down and drink this water," he said, handing me the glass filled with water.

I did what he said. I sat down, took the water, and drank it. Then I put it on the table.

"Who will put make-up on my face?" I asked before lying down again.

"Me?" He laughed out loud when I frowned and said, "Just kidding. Hmm... do you want to hire a makeup artist? But others might find out about us."

I shrugged and said, "I don't know. It's up to you. You were the one who thought about this idea."

He sighed, "What if we watch beauty videos and then just follow them? So that you don't need someone to fix you in case Grandpa suddenly calls you."

"Huh?! Don't we just do it once?" I asked and sat down abruptly.

He frowned and said, "Huh? What are you talking about? Why else would we buy those if we only needed them once?"

"Just find someone else after I pretend once!" I said before lying down again.

"What is Grandpa going to say? That I'm not serious about women and I'm a playboy?" He asked.

"If you want to, tell your grandfather that you can only show your girlfriend once," I replied. "What if someone suddenly recognizes me? Other people's faces don't change just because they put makeup on their faces!"

"No, nevermind," he said as he closed his eyes and leaned back on the couch's backrest. He looks pissed.

I sighed and sat up. "What's wrong?"

"I'll just find someone else who can pretend, and as for your dad's bill, I'll still pay for it," he replied.

I slapped his legs, which made his eyes open. "Why would you pay my father's bill if our deal wouldn't continue anymore? Just don't pay it, if that's the case."

"It's okay with me; we're friends." He closed his eyes again.

I sighed. "You don't have to do that just because we're friends. I can find a part-time job so I can save money and pay for it."

He opened his eyes and stared at me, saying, "You're going to look for a part-time job with that weak body of yours? Seriously?"

I pouted, "Isn't that possible?"

"No," he replied. He was about to stand up when I pulled him back to sit down again. "What?"

"Haa, fine! I'm willing to be your girlfriend, but we have to make rules," I said and let go of his hand.

"Huh? Rules? For what?" He asked and crossed his legs.

"Isn't that what others do when entering into a fake relationship? They give rules, the ones that can't be done to each other, like, for instance, Uhm..." okay? Why can't I think of anything?

"Like?" Wyatt asked, obviously waiting for what I would say next.

"K-Kiss!" I answered and immediately averted my gaze.

Damn it. Why did that first come to my mind? Arg!

Wyatt laughed so hard that it almost took over the entire room because of the loudness of his laughter. Can't he laugh softly? I know he's talkative and his voice is really loud, but can't he volume down his voice every time he laughs? Like, hello? This condo is not soundproof.

"You're so loud, shut up!" I shouted and threw a pillow at him.

"Ugh, shit. S-Sorry, BWAHAHA..." and that's it; he never stopped laughing.

Is the word 'kiss' that funny? I'm not informed. I just threw a pillow at him again and walked to my room. He laughed as much as he wanted; I would just go to sleep. I'm tired of shopping.

....... (•)>

"Arg~" I moaned. There was a heavy lump in my stomach; I couldn't breathe properly.

I opened my eyes and saw Wyatt's foot resting on my stomach as his head was about to fall. I slowly removed his leg and arranged for him to lie down well.

What time is it?

I was about to get down on the bed when Wyatt suddenly pulled me back, causing me to lie on his chest.

What the fuck?!

I tried to get up, but Wyatt was too strong. I can't get up!

"Damn it! What do you want this time? If you want to sleep, sleep alone!" I said this while slapping his chest.

He opened his eyes and grabbed my hand that was slapping him to stop it, saying, "We also need to practice like this, don't you think so?"

"I-I don't," I replied.

"You're so small," he ignored what I said and hugged me even tighter.

"I-I-I can't breathe!" I said.

"Oops," he said as he let go of me.

"You're not hugging me anymore, you're squeezing me! Are you planning on breaking my bones, huh?" I shouted.

He smiled, which made me even more annoyed. "Okay, sorry, don't be mad at me."

"Whatever," I pouted.

"So, what are the rules you want to put in the contract, hmm?" He parted the hair that blocked my eyes while still smiling.

I averted my eyes. Why does our position seem to be like a couple's?

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"Oh, right! My cousins asked me to go to the bar," Wyatt informed me, even though I didn't care.

I raised an eyebrow and said, "So? Why are you informing me? I don't care at all."

"I'm supposed to bring my girlfriend," he said with a big smile on his face.

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