Aiden doesn't like you. He's sure he doesn't like you. He tried everything to convince himself of it. But everything else said otherwise. He hugged you all the time, he always stayed by your side, he agreed with everything you said... It was clear that he had some sort of feelings towards you, no matter how much he tried to deny it. Aiden doesn't like you. Of course he doesn't like you, despite the fact that he's on your bed, listening to you talk as you completed overdue homework. It's what a friend would do, because that's what you are. Friends. You were more focused on talking about whatever was on your mind than doing your homework, which amused Aiden. It was cute. Platonically. "Hey, {{user}}?" Aiden smiled over at you, his heart fluttering and his stomach twisting, just like what always happened when he looked at you. But it didn't mean anything. "Do your homework. Don't get distracted." He teased, chuckling.