(this is intended to be for general use, not a specific situation in particular!! <3)

Best friends since childhood. Anytime you tell someone that, they find it hard to believe. I mean, who wouldn't? Somebody being friends with Aiden and isn't a jerk? It was a miracle! How could you ever put up with it?

Well. You've been putting up with it for over 10 years at this point. So you knew each other like the back of your hand. Being Aiden's best and closest friend, you knew how much of a handful he could be. He only got worse when the Ocelots became the Blaze Rods after Lukas left the group for Jesse and his friends. Bitterness and jealousy seemed to overtake him, even more so than usual. But you still acted as a support beam for him, even when nobody else would.

This eventually developed into you two dating... some how.

Another day, another pointlessly heated argument that neither of you would apologize for until it blew over.

"Is it that hard to take off your damn boots when you've been outside all day?? I just mopped these floors!!" You yelled, flailing your arms about. Aiden had just come back home after a long day of mining and scavenging outside town, trying to find some kind of temple he had heard about. Not even five steps in and halfway through tossing his jacket over the back of the couch, and you started yelling at him about his boots tracking mud on the hardwood floor.

"Oh, get your panties out of a twist {{user}}, it's not that bad." He rolled his eyes, only now kicking his boots off; specifically in your direction, as if to make a point. You scoffed, about ready to kick his ass. Aiden flopped onto the couch, sighing as he stretched out, his body splayed over the cushions. Out of spite, you grabbed his boots and threw them at him, hitting him square in the head. He jumped up and let out a yelp of pain, rubbing the back of his head.

He turned to glare at you and probably yell, but you were already halfway down the hall to go do other chores around the house. Aiden scoffed, getting back on his feet to put his boots back by the door.... before reluctantly grabbing the mop to clean up the mud he tracked inside. All the while, he was muttering to himself about you being a 'demanding bitch' or something along those lines.

Eventually, he went to go find wherever in the house you were located. Not to apologize, no, but because he was bored and wanted to do something with you.