The Best Friend's Contract
Chapter 55

Aidan

"Can you wear this for me?" Kenna asks, pointing at the blindfold on her hand which causes me to raise an eyebrow-slightly confused as she starts to smile.

"It's a blindfold," I reply before leaning back onto my seat, turning away from my laptop; trying to figure out what she's trying to door what she's probably thinking at the moment. The way her blue eyes are piercing directly into mine as she tries to hide her smile from growing wider... she's only making herself look suspicious. "Why do you want me to wear it?"

"Well, can't you just trust me?" She leans closer.

"No... I can't when you're acting suspiciously different." I answer, looking around the room to replace if she's planning something but everything else looks normal to me. "Can you at least tell me why I have to wear it? Then, I might reconsider." I add, slowly. She rolls her eyes, "I have a surprise, for you. Trust me," She places her hand on mine before slowly leaning closer towards me; our lips are inches apart as she puts the blindfold on, tying it behind my head-making me clench my jaw.

"Is it worth it?" I ask, my voice low.

"Consider it a worthy experience in Dallas," She replies with a light chuckle as she leans away, her hand slowly reaching onto mine before pulling me up from the seat-letting me stand up but not knowing where I'm heading, only following her and putting all of my trust in her as she leads me down the stairs.

As soon as I hear the birds chirping loudly and the wind blowing directly onto my skin, I instantly know that we're outside. My eyebrows furrow in confusion as she continues to pull onto my hand, leading the way-making me try to pay attention onto my other senses than only onto my sight which is currently being covered.

"Get in," I hear her say, making me frown.

"Get in?" I ask, confusingly.

Kenna laughs, "Get in the truck, silly." She replies before slowly pushing me inside, making me step inside and sit; without asking anymore questions because I know that she's not going to easily answer them.

"Okay... you just closed the door and now you're starting the truck. Are you leading me to my death?" I ask, chuckling a little bit at the end before running my fingers through my hair. Within seconds, I smell her cologne near me which causes me to turn my head to the side, only for the bridge of my nose to come into contact with her cheek.

"I'm just putting your seatbelt on," She mutters under her breath as I stay still, clenching my jaw at the fact that she's close-feeling her fingers running on my body as she pulls onto the seatbelt,locking it before leaning back to her seat, leaving me speechless. 'How can it felt really, intimate?' I thought to myself.

"And, we're on the road." She speaks up, driving down the road while I stay still, not really knowing what to do or where to look.

"Where are we going, exactly? I mean... don't get me wrong, Kenna-I do trust you but I deserve to know where we're going. Any hints?" I ask, feeling a little bit curious about her sudden behaviour on wanting me to put the blindfold on, leading me towards the truck and currently driving me to someplace, I don't know where.

"I can't tell you, Aidan. You just have to be patient," She replies.

"You know that I'm not a very patient person," I mutter under my breath before letting out a deep sigh. "But... I'll try as long as it's worth it in the end, right?" I turn to look at her even though I can't really see her facial expressions. "Absolutely," She replies.

A few minutes have passed as we both stay quiet, without uttering a single word while I try to figure out where we're heading instead of asking anymore questions.

This might also be a great opportunity for me to start testing my own patience-deep down, I'm trying hard not to just burst out and take the blindfold off but I have to trust my best friend... like how I've been trusting her for the past years. "So... the anniversary party is tonight," I clear my throat, starting a conversation.

She stays quiet for a few seconds, "Yeah. When are we heading back to New York?" She asks, as I feel the car turning left.

"First thing in the morning. Why? You miss your job, already? The patients? The medicines?" My lips curve up into a small smirk, knowing that she's probably glancing at my direction but I can never be so sure with the blindfold on. "Can't help but say I do." She chuckles, "Truth be told, I'm just very worried about Albert. He's a bit hard to handle he's alright when he's with me but not with other doctors," She adds, slowly letting out another sigh.

For some reason, I can feel the sudden tension building. It's never an easy job being a doctor. You further your studies at med school for years to get your degree and even your masters degree.. then, you end up working day and night as adoctor in order to save people's lives. It was never easy from the beginning.

"He doesn't have any family members to come visit?" I ask, curiously.

"No... his wife passed away. He has a son but we don't have any information about him," She answers.

I stay quiet afterwards, not knowing what else to say. I sympathy the old man but there's not much I can do and I don't blame him for not wanting other doctors to take care of him because anyone; I mean, anyone would easily be fond of Kenna.

It's hard not to be fond of Kenna. She makes me feel like home and she has never failed to make me happy.

"We're here," She says, earning my attention as I sit straight, waiting for the truck to stop.

I hear her stepping out of the truck before closing the door behind her and heading towards the passenger's seat. In an instant, I feel her hand on mine as she pulls me out of the truck, slowly leading me towards somewhere I can't easily comprehend but I stay still-letting her lead me.

"Just walk with me," She mutters.

"I'm sure people are looking at me weirdly," I reply and she laughs as a respond before stopping, making me clench my jaw as I feel my heart beating faster with every passing second.

"Everything ready?"She asks, her voice low and somehow further away from me it's clear that she wasn't speaking to me while I furrow my brows, wanting to rip the blindfold off and see what's the whole fuss is about but for some unknown reason, I want to be surprised. "Ready for what?" I ask..

Within seconds, I feel her hands going to the back of my head before untying the blindfold; causing me to blink a few times to clear my vision. My eyes widen at the sight of a pink bicycle, making me turn to look at Kenna who has a wide grin plastered on her face-leaving me confused.

"Surprise!" She exclaims, happily.

"This is... the surprise?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Aren't you happy about it? It's your first bicycle!" She replies before heading towards the bicycle and starts to get on, pressing onto the bike's bells as she smiles. "Come here, want to give it a try?" She adds. "You've got to be kidding me. I don't know how to ride a bike, Kenna. You know that," I reply as I shake my head in disagreement; seeing her making her way back towards me.

"Of course I do. That's why I'm here to help," She points at the bicycle, "The bike is the first surprise because the second surprise would be me teaching you how to ride a bicycle," She continues to speak, both of her hands on her waist as she grins up at me wanting to earn a better reaction from me.

"That's not surprising," I roll my eyes. "Are you trying to embarrass me, in front of everyone? For god's sake, you even got me a pink bike! What's with the colour pink?!" I respond with slight annoyance building inside of me but I try my best to keep my anger deep down instead of increasing.

"They had the same exact bike in yellow and blue but unfortunately, they ran out of stock. I didn't want to wait for a whole week for the other bikes to arrive because that wouldn't even be possible-we'd already be back in New York. Besides, it's just a colour... it's not a big deal, right? Think of it as a good memory here in Dallas with me," She grabs onto my hand with a pleading look on her face,her blue eyes piercing into mine as she tries her best to make me

smile.

"The colour is not even a big issue. You got me here just because you want to teach me how to ride a bicycle is kind of a big issue, Kenna." I breathe out.

I take a few steps away from her;

not really wanting to be mad for something like this but knowing that not being able to ride a bicycle ever since I was little because I was never given the chance to learn... it saddens me. I feel embarrassed by the sight of other people riding bicycles around the city while I'm left without knowing how-I appreciate how she tries her best on wanting to teach me but for some reason, I feel left out.

Alain was given everything. I was given something; I missed out a lot when it comes to my childhood and truth be told, I regret not having a father who would spend his time with me instead of being in the office.

At the same time, I feel discouraged. Why did Alain got the chance to learn how to ride a bicycle or play catch with father when he was a kid? Why wasn't I given that exact chance? Was I different? Those questions would always replay in my mind when I think of how much I deserve more.