The Best Friend's Contract

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.

--

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.This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

"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,"

--

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,"

--

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?"

I let the moment of silent pass for a few seconds before bursting out into soft chuckles, letting my cheeks hurt due to smiling. "Last year, duh. Get it? I mean... technically it has been two months since we've talked to each other but it was last year, if you get what I mean." I reply as I place his laptop on my lap.

My eyes wander around the screen before landing on a familiar folder, making me furrow my brows for a couple of seconds as I click onto the folder-realising how it was not here before but I didn't exactly pay much attention or use 'his' laptop much. My lips curve up into a smile at the name of the folder and the contents inside.

'Our Wedding' with a heart emoji at the side.

"You made a folder?" I ask, my eyes watering at the sight of our pictures and videos in the folder; causing me to blink a few times before taking a deep breath.

Just like that, I begin to click onto the first picture, revealing a picture of us laughing as we danced during our wedding reception which causes me to smile at the picture or more likely, the memory. Then, I keep on clicking onto our pictures, seeing how they are an awful lot of cute pictures of us together, kissing and even fooling around.

It looked real. Like... we got married because of love.

My heart skips a beat at the pictures before realising how he was always looking at me in most of the pictures without me even realising. Both of his eyes were focusing onto me when I was talking or laughing and whenever we were talking, it seemed like he was fully content. As if he was truly happy. As if it was not being forced or faked.

My fingers drag onto one of the videos before clicking the video of us dancing slowly to Till the End by Jessie Ware, causing me to chuckle at how close we were.

"You didn't tell me you kept it all in a folder in your laptop," I mutter under my breath as I lean back on my seat again, not quite believing. Then, I click back to find another unfamiliar folder which was slightly hidden but I drag it to the middle, seeing the folder being named as 'Love', causing me to click it.

My eyes widen at the sight of our pictures together for the past years, letting me chuckle at how stupid we looked but we were together for so long that these pictures of us are somewhat surreal. From when we were kids to when we were teenagers, everything is kept in this exact folder, letting me feel my heart beating rather fast than usual.

Speechless. Out of words.

I grab onto his hand as I smile down at his laptop.

--

MARCH, 13TH.

"Hi, Kenna." Lucas says, which causes me to turn towards him before seeing him nearing me. Both of his green eyes are looking directly at me, leaving me to smile back at him. "You're working again, today?" He asks.

"Yes. Someone has got to pay the bills," I joke.

We both continue to laugh, "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be taking care of pregnant women and also women in labour?" I ask, raising an eyebrow as I place one of my patient's folder on the desk for the nurses to go through.

"I just want to see how you're doing with the current situation. I want to know if you're okay," He replies and it doesn't take me long to know what he's talking about. Maybe, it's because people at the hospital are always talking about it or it just

seems to be on the news all the time about Aidan's situation but I'm

actually getting tired of it.

"You look at me and you tell me how I'm doing,"

He breathes out, sighing deeply before looking away. "I'm sorry, Kenna. I don't know how to talk to you lately-you've been in the ICU with him almost everyday and you don't smile when you walk down the hallway. You don't even each lunch anymore, you just... you just -I don't even know if you're eating well," He continues to speak.

"How do you expect me to be,

Lucas? My husband's in a coma, for

god's sake. Do you expect me to

walk down the hall with a smile plastered on my face every single time and eat lunch happily when I'm worried sick about someone I love. Don't you get that? And for fuck's sake, I'm tired of hearing them talking and talking about the same crap everyday. I get it that you're worried and I appreciate your concern but that's it... I don't need to be asked if I'm okay, every single day." I reply with a shrug before walking down the hall, sighing.

"Kenna! Kenna!" I groan at the sound of someone calling out my name.

I turn around to find Flynn as he fixes his glasses, "It's Aidan."

Just like that, I immediately run

down the hallyway with Flynn trailing

closely behind me as my heart continues to beat fast-worried and mostly seared of what's happening. I know should be asking Flynn on whether this is a serious issue worth worrying or something but my legs won't stop me, they keep on running straight towards the intensive care unit, straight towards Aidan.

Within seconds, I'm already standing in his room and it isn't just me.