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Aiden looked at himself in the mirror a couple times, constantly rehearsing how he would say his apology to Abigail. He didn’t know how to think, how to act, how to feel. Emotions were stirring in his heart and in his head. He hadn’t felt this way about another person in such a long time, but why was he such a jerk? Why did he decide to run out the theatre like a chicken? He should have been old enough to handle his own emotions, but he really couldn’t. The two were still communicating back and forth and to be honest, Aiden wasn’t sure why Abby wasn’t mad at him, but he figured that he was going to make it his mission to show her how much he cared about her and his true feelings for her.
Aiden wrote a long letter, expressing his feelings because writing it over text seemed to impersonal. On top of that, he didn’t want to just spam her with messages and freak her out more than he might have already. Maybe it was all in his head and his feelings were one way but he just had to explain himself, even if it meant her rejecting him or telling him that she only saw him as a friend. He was okay with that - okay with a friendship. It meant that she would still be in his life and at this point, that was better than anything he could conjure up in his imagination.
He drove over to her place, not giving her a warning that he would show up. He saw a mass of little children and realized how embarrassing he looked. Yes, he decided to dress up as Abby’s favorite superhero, who happened to be a girl. Aiden didn’t even care how foolish he might be looking to the children and their parents. He meant business and there weren’t many people he would ever dress up like this for. With his hand on a bouquet of sunflowers and a letter in his other hand, he walked up to the door when the coast was clear. He gently knocked on the door, his heart running up his throat faster than he could even imagine. It felt like an eternity waiting for her to answer the door. Who knows if she was even home? He would wait until she got back to tell her how he felt. He was ready, ready to be vulnerable, ready to make something with this special wonderful person. In a way, Abby reminded him of his mom, he just felt an instant connection, a bond that he couldn’t put into words. He kept rehearsing what he would say in his heads. He knew that his words would fall short to describe what he truly felt in the moment, but he would do his best to not act like a nervous fool in his head. He then realized that he left the French toast that he had just made in the car and ran to grab it real quick. Sure, they might not compare to what her father used to make her, but Aiden figured he would try his best. He stood there, feeling like every second was a year and every minute was a century.