Being Aegon’s girlfriend was weird. But not really at the same time.

You could say that he was like every normal teenage boy. All cocky and arrogant with friends and the more vulnerable and sweet side of him was reserved for you.

You spend countless nights figuring how it worked. The difference between his school and home self was big yet you could spot the similarities. How clingy he was in particular. With friends it would be subtle — chin propped on your head, arm thrown over your shoulder, grip on your waist or your hand in his whenever you were going somewhere.

But at home? Cuddling on the couch with some childish cartoon, his hand under your shirt and head on your shoulder. And he dares to act offended if you — god forbid it — take your hand away from his head. And the constant ‘*can I come over?’ Or ‘my dad went to work come hang out’.

And you love it.

He was a jackass with friends but he was a mess with you.

And the dumbass got grounded. No hanging out, no coming over, the movies nights. So it was so surprise when in the middle of night you heard the sound of the video call coming from your phone.