The Best Friend's Contract novel Chapter 96

We would be doing different things everyday but I mostly spend the days talking even though I know that if he was awake, he'd shut me up by kissing me and honestly, that was what I've been expecting whenever I talk . . . I want him to wake up and tell me to shut the fuck up by kissing me on the lips because I want that. I want him to respond.

''Okay,'' I mutter.

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That night, with Dimitri sitting in the opposite direction from me as we both continue to talk to Aidan, it feels surreal but real at the same time. It feels like the three of us are having a proper conversation for the first time in a while as we just talk about how our lives are moving on but it's getting worse and worse without his presence yet we hide the details.

''I'm sorry but I did it again!'' Dimitri exclaims into laughters.

''You little—you promised! You broke your promise,'' I reply.

''She was literally flirting with me. What did you want me to do? I'm a man and she was a very fine woman, for god's sake.'' He continues to chuckle as he leans back on his seat, ''She was a bit awkward, though. Don't get me wrong, she was hot and all but she was pretty weird in bed and I think that's a turn off.'' He grins.

''What happened to meeting the perfect woman? What about that dark short-haired girl with hazel eyes and a funny personality?'' I raise an eyebrow, crossing my arms.

He smirks, ''That perfect woman has not yet arrived but when she does, I'm going to be head over heels over her. Throw women at me and I won't even bother to glance because I'd be having the best time of my life with that exact dark short-haired girl with hazel eyes. Believe me,'' He run his fingers through his hair before gazing down at Aidan.

''You must be really jealous right now,'' He continues to speak. ''So, wake the fuck up, Aidan. People are waiting for that special moment when you open your eyes. I don't know what you're going through but I'm pretty sure being in a coma sucks. You don't get to be with Kenna in that other world. So, head back here to where you belong,'' He adds.

''Thats—''

He cuts me off, ''—convincing. He needs to know what he's missing,''

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JANUARY, 25TH.

''Once upon a time, there were two young kids who met at a kindergarten. She was shy and he was somewhat a bit mean because he pushed her off the swing which caused her knee to scrape but it was also when their friendship started. Then . . . years passed, they went through middle school and high school together, faced a hell lot of dramas but their friendship were only growing stronger. She even made him a pink bracelet but he lied and told her that he lost it because he was embarrassed with the colour,'' I continue to talk as his head is facing me, letting me eye him up close.

''How can he hate pink? I mean, how can anyone ever hate pink? Then again, it was cute because he told her that he has been keeping the bracelet all long instead of actually losing it. Weeks and weeks passed after their marriage and they eventually fell in love with each other even when they tried to resist but they failed miserably,'' I smile, ''They were terrible at faking their emotions. They weren't able to push away the temptation,''

''She fell in love.'' I mutter under my breath.

''So did he . . . '' My voice almost inaudible as I sigh deeply, ''That was a pretty good story, huh? Do you think I should publish it somewhere? Online? There's this website called Wattpad and I heard that it's quite good. You never know, people might be interested in our love life.''

''You better tell me what you've been doing in your coma when you wake up because it seems to me that you're quite enjoying it,'' I lean back with a soft chuckle slowly escaping my lips as both of my eyes remain still on his face, seeing that he has become a little bit paler than before, making me realise that he has been indoor for almost two months.

''Mia came yesterday, if you heard. She went to an ultrasound with Tony to find out about the baby and they're both healthy. She misses you, Aidan . . . we all do. It's not the same without you being around us—even if you are annoying sometimes.'' I stop talking for awhile, ''I guess they were right all along . . . you never appreciate what you have until you lose it,''

I lean forward, ''Right now, baby. I need you,''

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FEBRUARY, 7TH.

''Do you want to hear a joke?'' I ask.

As I cup onto my face, ''When was the last time we talked to each other?''