The Best Friend's Contract

Kenna

My stomach begins to hurt as I continue to laugh, wanting to give him some credit for making me genuinely laughing as I've been dealing with enough stress lately at the hospital. My eyes wander to meet Aidan's, seeing that he's only staring at me, expressionless.- "Okay, Aidan. I think it's too early for a birthday prank but where are the cameras?" I ask, eyes wandering around the cafe, seeing that most of the people here are staring at us. They are all shaking their heads as they turn to look away, leaving me in a confusion of myContent © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

own.

"White people," Someone says, under his breath.

With an acoustic version of History by One Direction playing in the background, I begin to realise that Aidan has done nothing but stare at me. His lips have not curved up into a smile or burst out into laughters like how he would always react whenever he makes a silly joke.

He's exactly how his employees would describe him. Expressionless. Boring. Evil. Maybe, I exaggerated the last one but that was all they said... but, he has never reacted that way towards me. Not even once.

I lean back on my seat, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear as my eyebrows furrow. Deep inside, I start to realise how I'm beginning to feel uncomfortable-more likely with his stare and the way he's just sitting there while I was busy bursting out laughing. "Are you done?" He asks, gesturing to my sudden burst. Both of his brown eyes are staring directly into mine, making me feel slightly uncomfortable to make further eye contact; he has been my best friend for years, I've never felt like this around him except now. "You're not joking... are you?" I ask, my voice low and almost inaudible as I lean forward, not wanting anyone else to hear our conversation except for him. Then, he leans forward, too, with his face inches from mine.

"No," He answers before leaning back.

"Wrong answer. Take that back," I mutter before leaning back and mentally slapping myself. My eyebrows continue to furrow as his lips curve up into a smile, leaving me with an urge to just smack his face to turn his smile upside down.

"Why would I joke about this? In fact, Kenna... I'm actually very serious but you managed to surprise me. I didn't expect a reaction like that when I ask someone to marry me," He replies as he leans back, eyeing my every movement which leaves me frustrated. As I slam my hands onto the table, "You're asking me to marry you, for god's sake. How do you expect me to react? Jump with joy? You're out of your damn mind," I continue to say before crossing my arms in disbelief, continuing to catch people's attention. "If you're not going to marry him, I will." The waitress says as she serves our food, both of her dark brown eyes are looking at him before turning to look at me. Her skin's dark glow gives me a slight envy as I frown at my own tanned skin. Without further ado, my eyes are glued to Aidan... seeing him slightly surprised.

"Do you want to marry her?" I ask, pointing at the waitress as she stands beside our table. She has her right hand on her hip before glancing at Aidan who seems to be speechless. In fact, everyone in the cafe has turned to look at us, all of them remaining silence. Aidan clears his throat, "No. No, thank you."

"Well, if you ever change your mind... you know where to find me," She adds before turning to walk back towards the kitchen, making everyone else continue what they were doing previously while Aidan and I, blankly stare at one another.

I quickly drink my water until my final sip while he stares at me, letting me take my time. As I keep on drinking, I raise my right index finger up as a sign for him to wait. After putting the glass down, I start to breathe heavily which leaves him smirking at me. "I can't breathe," I mutter.

"Fine. I'll give you a minute to breathe," He replies before taking a bite of his sandwich, chewing it slowly. Both of his eyes are never leaving mine yet he continues to eat his food as he continuously check the watch on his wrist.

Aidan must've lost his mind. He has never reacted this way or taken our friendship to the next level-we've always been friends. Close friends and I'm pretty sure, both of us wanted it to last that way... except for now. He's acting differently. Everything around me seems to disappear as I am left on my own, trying to figure out what the hell is happening with my life. This morning, I woke up praying for a better reason to wake up every other morning other than waking up for coffee but I did not expect this. God must've been confused about my prayer.

"Can you breathe, now?" He asks, breaking me from my thoughts as I look down at his plate, seeing that he has finished his sandwich.

When he doesn't get a respond from me, he begins to sigh. "You should've listened to my explanation first because you're overreacting," He continues to speak, taking a glance at his phone to check the time before turning to look at me again. "There's an explanation to this?" I ask.

"There's an explanation to everything. If only you wouldn't jump to conclusions then, you would've really understood more. The reason why I'm asking you to marry me is because I want you to help me," He answers, "And, you're also the only one who can help." "How is marrying you... helpful?" I roll my eyes which causes him to raise an eyebrow. "I mean, don't get me wrong, Aidan but you're asking me to marry you when you've only seen me naked when I was eight and it wasn't even pleasurable," I add, reminded back of the memory when he accidentally walked into the bathroom when mother was bathing me.

He laughs, "That memory will forever stain my mind." Then, he clears his throat, "But that's not the point, listen... if you're not going to marry me, I'll be forced to marry Shin-hye. You know how she is, right?" He shakes his head, cringing.

I burst into laughters, "She's Korean. I don't think that's a problem," I furrow my brows as I think back of the night he went on a date with Shin-hye because his mother forced him and the situation was forcing too.. his mother brought her to his office when he was leaving.

"What does that even mean? I can't

marry her... we can't even communicate

a damn

translator," He leans back after sighing deeply while I'm too busy laughing back at the memory when he called me continuously that night, Coining about the awful date. "Apparently, my mother fell in love with their culture that she wanted me to marry a Korean," He adds.

"Funny. You speak seven languages yet Korean is not one of them," I laugh as I take a bite of my sandwich, "You could've communicated without a translator. She might've been a great woman to be your wife," I say as he groans, clenching his jaw. "Korean is hard to learn," He shrugs.

"Stop giving excuses. You speak fluent Mandarin when it's harder than Korean," I chew the sandwich in my mouth as soon as I take another bite, leaving him sigh, again.

"Nationalities or race is not the

problem, Kenna. Mother is trying to ruin my life because she has been busy finding me an heiress to marry.

I

If I even agree to marry the woman

of her ghoice, I'm not surprise if she starts to plan the wedding, picking the venue or even tell me the better sex position for her to have a grandchild," He says, eyes showing annoyance.

me.

My mind was absolutely losing focus as I laugh, finding this as humouring. The way his eyebrows are frowned and his eyes showed disagreement-it's all clear. We've been best friends for too long that I've completely lost count of how many times he has complained to "Come on, Aidan. I know you... you just don't want to get married," I mutter, "That's why this is becoming a problem for you." I speak, truthfully of his situation.

"And, that's why I need your help. You're the only one who understands me more. You have always been there for me and right now, I want you to actually be able to help me. We just have to get married and that's it... she'll have to agree because she loves you," He grins.

"I hope you realise what you're talking about. Marriage is a sacred thing for me, Aidan. This is not just a game where you can end whenever you want because this is a very important thing, especially for me. I know how our perspectives are different but you know mine," I reply which causes him to clench his jaw at the realisation.

He stays quiet for a few seconds

before speaking, "I'm setting up a contract. You'll be a part of it where

it satisfy both sides. All we need to do is get married for a year and when the year is up, we'll get divorce. We'll convince our

paren

that it didn't work out and that we're better off as friends," His eyes widen with every word, leaving me gape at him.

"What makes you think that she won't ask you to marry again?" I cross my arms, trying to find an escape to this whole thing but Aidan's clever than that-he's not going to give up easily because he's a really determined person. He works hard to get what he wants. "I'll just say that I can never love someone else as much as I've loved you," He points out which leaves me sighing-thinking of the contract. "I'm sure she'll understand because we've been friends... long enough and the pain must be too much to bear," He adds.

As I continue to stare at him, I think of the possibilities of this might turn out to be. We'll be able to survive the year pretending to be a happy married couple when it's only for a short amount of time-we've known each other for too long, we don't have to worry about being uncomfortable or about falling for one another.

For twenty years, we've been friends for twenty years... I'm confident that we will never forget the main purpose of the contract. Besides, helping my best friend is worth it. He has been the one to help me before ever since we were in middle school, might as well return the favour. "It might work," I mutter.

"Does this mean that you agree?" He asks, raising an eyebrow. Our eyes meet for a few seconds before I nod my head, causing him to smile widely; revealing his perfectly pearl white straight teeth-believe me, he got braces in middle school. So did I. We got it together.