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Forgive Priya? Aiden’s face screws into a contemplative look. “Abandoning might be overselling it.” From what he’s gathered, and what Priya had told him when they caught up at that Halloween party last October. “Like you had much of a choice. You girls fight about silly things.”
And okay, it’s dismissive and borderline sexist to insist, but Aiden does think a lot of over complicated thinking for black and white situations happens more commonly amongst his female friends than his male friends.
He could also just be too black and white himself.
“Besides, Nora went to New York. Not that there’s anything wrong with it, but no one's stuck anywhere.” Except maybe him, but Aiden wouldn’t even use the word stuck. Unmotivated is more suitable.
He looks over his shoulder, tripping up one step all the whole in his buzzed stupor. “Uh, oof. Excuse me - the bed sheets are clean. For now, anyway. Oh, and Lucy is crashing in there too. I’m… crashing wherever I fall.” Wherever that may be, he wonders, when they get to where they need and the door is pushed open.
“Throw your stuff anywhere.”
"It means shut up and accept my love." Priya playfully puckered her lips towards him again as she said it, the glint in her eye bright, teasing. The light faded off though as he mentioned mending things with Nora and she sighed then, her lips now pursing a bit. "Trust me, I'd be happy to. It's her that..well....needs to forgive me, I guess? For inadvertently abandoning you all." She gave him a look as she said it, knowing he'd know what she meant since it's not like Priya had been given much choice in being moved across the country.
Anyways though, she let Aiden grab her wrist and tug her up the familiar stairs, his home bringing her a strange comfort even with being filled with drunk strangers. "Yours, obviously. I don't want to know what kind of weird fluids may be in any others. You can feel free to take the futon though." She tacked on easily, the grin back on her face soon enough.
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When the locks click, Aiden pulls the door handle only to find out with the harsh jerk of his arm that Clare left him locked out. He groans and leans up against the door, then slumps over the top of the roof. His stomach somersaults, and he questions his parents’ desire to build a home in sunny California, where it feels hot as an oven in May.
“Fuck, c’mon, Clare.” He’s whining, something his pride on a normal day wouldn’t allow. “Please.” It’s a word that doesn’t fall from his mouth often. This is a moment of desperation, and the moment he hears another unlocking sound, Aiden opens the door and sinks into the seat.
“M’not,” he mumbles. His seat is reclined. “Thanks for driving, even though I’m mad at you now.”
"Rude!" she scoffed dramatically. Clare could only remember fragments of Aiden storming into her bedroom and pulling her out of bed. She did recall stuffing a bunch of pancakes and hashbrowns, and stealing a bite out of his breakfast sandwich before letting out a gnarly burp. It was only fair to repay the favor, although Clare stood on the fact that she was not as hungover as Aiden currently was, and she couldn't be any happier about it.
"You know...I'm not feeling the love here, Stevens," she said, shaking her head in dismay. Unlocking only the driver's side door, she moved ever so slowly to taunt his ass for not being more joyous about her return. "And here I thought you treasured me so much, but it seems it was nothing more than a lie!" A few seconds later, she finally unlocked the passenger door for him to enter. "Don't vomit in Axel's car."
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There is gratitude to be held for the red light that keeps them at a stop, because Aiden is left staring at Cricket for a long silent moment. Did he forget to tell her? The fact his father has passed seems like too great of a detail to neglect, and he considers checking the text messages when the light switches to green.
Well, she’s going to find out soon enough once they pull up at a cemetery, and that dead people can’t eat steak sandwiches.
Aiden could say something now, it just feels pointless this close to the destination. It won’t change anything, but he will offer that she can sit in the car.
[ can you come with me to see my dad? ]
It rings in his memory, and yeah. He dropped that ball. Cringing to himself, he turns down the route and says, “He’d like you.” Maybe not in the way she’d like, but Aiden keeps that part to himself. Cricket doesn’t need to know about his father’s affinity for pretty young things.
“Yeah. It’s my favorite, and his. He had a line of flower beds filled with them in our old house, before mom divorced him and put him in an apartment,” Aiden scoffs, looking away from Cricket to the sun teetering more west now that it’s past noon. His fingers twitch with the desire to light up another Lucky Strike. “Get yourself a boyfriend or girlfriend to buy you flowers. S’not my job, jack***.”
He lolls his head lazily back to face her for the briefest of moments, his expression a deadpan, until he signals a turn right into a parking lot. “Nah, I visit him every year. Around this time, so it’s been a year.”
"Shut up."
Despite the accompanying eyeroll, there's no bite to the demand, spoken absentmindedly and purely on instinct before she could truly even process whatever it was that'd been said. Cricket's focus was elsewhere--making sure nothing was leaking out of the foil trays sat in her lap, that the flowers she'd procured were still upright in the seat behind them, not losing her place in counting just how many pins of all varieties decorated the roof above their heads...
She made a mental note, as she usually did when riding shotgun in Aiden's car, to remember to be on the lookout for one she could add to the collection, to secure her place as his beloved--and dare she say favorite--passenger princess. She had already tagged his dashboard with her signature, but still.
"I can't just meet your dad for the first time and show up empty handed, Aiden. That's, like, so rude. I actually want him to like me? And food is how I won you over, so." She shrugged, patting the top of one of the pans: a crispy smashed potato potato salad to pair with the steak sandwiches she'd prepared that would surely win over the man.
Unless his dad was a vegetarian. Fuck, she hadn't even thought to ask.
"Huh?" Following his gaze to the flowers, Cricket was quick to shake her head, free hand waving off the offer for payback. "Oh, literally don't even worry about it. I think it's very sweet of you, bringing him flowers." Almost uncharacteristically so...though Cricket couldn't say she knew much about the relationship between Aiden and his dad before agreeing to tag along for the visit. Maybe he was the only one Aiden allowed himself to have a soft spot for. Cute. "You never buy me flowers, but whatever."
Her head lolled to the side to stare longingly out the window, shoulders heaving with a dramatic sigh, but not for too long before she was turning back to grin at him.
"Has it really been so long since you've seen each other?" San Diego was hardly a drive, but she was having a hard time discerning if this was a regular occasion or not.
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Aiden: scotlands british?
Aiden: what
Aiden: [ ... ]
Aiden: bet
Aiden: only bc it sounds like you dont think i can
Aiden: sure thing stranger who ive never met just if this is a trick to kidnap and murder me make it so its not a saw trap
Aiden: not into the whole torture porn thing
@solaadisa
Sola: yeah but also scotland's part of britain lmao
Sola: but that's beside the point
Sola: that's the sweetest shit i've ever heard
Sola: and you get free food if you do well
Sola: let me tell you my man this shit isn't the cantina
Sola: this will break you
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Aiden: idk ill something
Aiden: i know he wasnt someone to fuck with so i didnt fuck with him
Aiden: sure. your name is short stack in my phone
Aiden: i mean if you want? theres a room that has its own bathroom you can claim
@phoebekeller
Phoebe: you'll what???
Phoebe: you don't? that's sort of surprising, he has issues with a LOT of people
Phoebe: i'm firmly above five feet tall, thank you very much
Phoebe: is it like a toilet designated for me alone? bc i like the sound of that
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Aiden: no
Aiden: im not acknowledging this anymore
Aiden: im equal parts scared and excited
Aiden: 🖕
@mackmontgomery
Mack: Nothing wrong with a mature and worldy woman 😼
Mack: I'm certain I've called you worse
Mack: I got you the sickest present btw
Mack: No hints tho
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There might be something that there is to be said about a twenty-eight and a thirty-eight year old looking to make a teenager cry, but Aiden doesn't care. And if he doesn't care, he can't feel bad. And if he doesn't feel bad, he can keep acting like the little shit Connor enables him to be.
"Fuck that."
Aiden rebukes that before he realizes the 'tears of joy' bit is to save face in front of a mother, and his expletive definitely draws her attention to him. Though, Aiden doesn't correct himself. He just stares, then runs off to swipe his card at the game token machine.
"Once we're done beating Damian's score into the ground, what're you up to? Maybe you should use your cash to get me a drink at the Reef." It's definitely less of a request. It's the least Connor can do for Aiden's swift 'rescue'. "I'll need one after blowing out zombie brains."
Connor liked to believe he was finally in a place in his life where he was embracing growth and much needed change. This moment of weakness was not a reflection of that. No matter how much growing Connor may do, he'll always have it out for that little menace.
He was thankful to know he had Aiden who would play along with his childish antics instead of questioning his sanity (though he was likely doing that as well).
His face lit up when he agreed to help the cause. Looking around at the different games, he pointed to Centipede. "We should divide and conquer. I'll get Centipede, you get House of the Dead. Let's make this little shit cry."
A mother with her young son walked by just in time to hear Connor wishing tears on a child. She gave him a concerned yet angry look as Connor sheepishly smiled, doing his best to act innocent as ever.
"Cry tears of joy," he attempted to cover.
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🍻 “ is there anything you regret ?”
"Yeah," Aiden slowly admits. It's a serious question for a very unserious duo. He and Nikki never have these sorts of conversations. He's usually bossing her around, and she's being, well, Nikki, with her laughter and making things seem lighter than they are.
A mystery to him how she does it, truly.
"But I'm torn between two things in the same situation. On one hand, I could've spent more time with my dad before he died, but he didn't give a fuck about me. He looked at me like I was annoying him whenever I took the bus out to see him."
And Aiden hid money around his apartment, or collected his bills and paid them out of his own account.
"The other? I had a girlfriend in high school, and she liked me for me. I didn't have to pretend to be prince charming or anything, she made me feel safe and less alone and all that shit. But while I was busy handling all of my dad's shit, I pushed her out. Not saying I think we'd be together today, she's better than me, she deserves so much. But maybe we wouldn't have ended on such bad terms."
Phoebe never deserved it, not for all she put up with. She'll always have his soft spot for it, even if he's let go all those years ago.
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🍻 + “ have you ever considered running away ?” (nora)
They're where they're not supposed to be, which is typically on brand for the pair. Shit, if Aiden and Nora ever kept themselves in line with their noses clean, the Hell is probably freezing over. It's one of the many things he can appreciate about her. Kicking it back at the junkyard after volatile destruction has been had, or climbing the fire escapes of the downtown buildings to camp out on the rooftops.
His legs dangle over the edge and sway slightly to and fro, and the bottle of whiskey between them doesn’t go untouched. Aiden’s hand is on the neck, and he swallows a mouthful.
It burns the back of his throat all the way down where it warmly settles in his stomach, but it’s not an unfamiliar feeling. He takes another swig, half the size of the first, and puts the bottle back between them. “Who hasn't?” He shrugs, meeting her eyes with a knowing look.
And okay, New York wasn't her running away, but it was an escape from Aurora Bay.
"Small towns suck balls, it's boring and there's too many shiny too-nice sweethearts too worried about their image in this town who think they piss perfume and shit roses." But it's not the residents that get on his nerves.
Okay, they do, but the real reason for considering it is, "My mom's never home. She leaves me money, she hired Cricket to cook meals for me - which, cool, fine, I got a real good friend out of that-" he pauses, and in his drunken thought process, pulls out his phone to text Cricket:
[ are you friends with me bc my mom paid you to be? ]
"But she doesn't care what I'm up to. Or about me. My house always feels empty. And dad's dead, so unless I want to camp in the cemetery..." He wraps his fingers around the neck of the bottle to take another swig, one almost too big so he has to wipe his mouth with the back of his free hand.
"But I can't leave. I got Cricket and she's giving me a purpose, and Nikki's grown on me so much, I don't know how she did it, and Mack? He's practically family, and not because he thinks my mom is hot and calls me 'son'." Mack is what Aiden thinks having a brother is like.
"And I got you."
Aiden passes the bottle to Nora.
"My ride or die. I took one, so now you."
@noralevin @cricketcampbell @mackmontgomery @ambivalenceshefelt
#meme day.#// about : aiden#// ft. mack montgomery#// ft. cricket campbell#// ft. nora levin#// ft. nikki keaton#tw parental loss#( this turned into a ramble )
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20. how does your muse feel about public displays of affection? would they engage in them?
"What kind? I don't like most, but I can get by with a hug or something. I'm not a really affectionate person to begin with, not with most people, but I get flustered with any PDA."
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Aiden: oh yea im 100% californian
Aiden: isnt he scottish?
Aiden: [...]
Aiden:
Aiden: [...]
Aiden: thx
Aiden: it was her recipe though i made it for her for a christmas gift for all she shows me
Aiden: half sold on this it's a soft maybe
Aiden: do i get free food?
@solaadisa
Sola: one thing u have to know abt me
Sola: i'm nosy
Sola: she called u a 'significantly less british but equally as aggressive gordon ramsey' which is a high compliment
Sola: but i tried those miso cookies you made her
Sola: that shit was good my man!
Sola: so we're gonna further ur culinary education
Sola: you wanna come by the truck sometime? i'll show u the ropes 👀
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After the debriefing he and Nora had in the upstairs bathroom and the final passing of the last remnants of ‘drunkness’ that has put him straight into hangover mode, Aiden is questioning everything while standing outside underneath the California sun.
He did find pants, and his second sock, but his hair is a mess, and he can barely take a sip of water without his stomach lurching.
“Shut up,” he groans, and while it might seem like he’s looking at her through his sunglasses, his eyes are shut in an attempt to will the strength into his limbs to remain upright. “Unlock the car, and I’ll tell you I missed you more than I ever missed any other human being on this planet.”
Aiden pulls on the door handle with an expletive slipping from his mouth and leans up against it. “I need the sloppiest, greasiest food now.”
@clarexflannery
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Location: Outside Aiden's Home
"Gosh, did I look as bad as you do?" Clare chuckled as she waved at Aiden, who was waiting for her by the car. She was happy to be able to pay back the kindness Aiden had extended to her in her moment of weakness. However, unlike her, he was coming off celebrating another trip around the sun. The fact that they were both standing upright was rather impressive. The Flannery was far too much of a lightweight, as New Year's Eve had displayed. Luckily for him, they were going to indulge in the greasiest of fast foods and share the present she made for him that was tucked away in the backseat. "One, did you miss me? Two, how did the celebration go?"
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He chuckles shortly, no super glue lies needed, she’ll have a pretty scar to remind her of the night they tried cooking side by side. Next time, he’ll not distract her with conversation.
Or he’ll take responsibility for the chopping, either or.
“I didn’t wanna see the doc again. Besides, it was easy. But you’re not going to do that. Maybe they’ll give you dissolvable stitches so you don’t even have to come back. You need to get ‘em first, though.”
As if on cue, the nurse comes wheeling her small cart. Aiden immediately slides off the side he’s sitting on, one hand lingering to pat Nikki between the shoulder blades, and he shifts to stand out of the way so the nurse can list off what she's going to do before the doctor comes in - wash, numbing with syringe full of novocaine, so on and so forth.
Aiden's eyes meet Nikki's with a silent question of 'are you good?'
@ambivalenceshefelt
"Yeah..." she mumbled before perking up. "Imagine the cool story it would make though..." she said trying to sound chipper. She wasn't feeling it but, oh well, she faked it well. But poor Aiden deserved to be perked up a little after the heart attack she had given him. "We could still say you superglued it on..."
Shaking her head a little she shrugged. In true baby of the family fashion, Nikki had been awfully pampered -and smothered- to the point of not getting certain experiences. Laughing a little at the story, she bumped her shoulder against his a little. "Oddly enough, that's not hard to imagine." she mused. Aiden was a wonderous kid really, it wasn't hard to picture. || @aiden-stevens
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“What does that even mean?” She says what it means, in that Aiden doesn’t have a lipstick print on his cheek. Not from the first kiss, and not from the second that he lightly scowls at her for.
Except, if she looks close enough, she probably catches the subtle curl of a smile. He can’t be bothered to be flustered by any physical touch at this point. Even if his discomfort in close proximities with his friends has dissipated over time with how he's grown closer to them, there is still the part of him that isn't sure how to receive it.
“Good. Because whatever’s going on between the both of you is taken care of tonight. That’s my birthday wish, for you both to take off your dresses and end this stupid tea party and be friends.”
He never asked what it was that transpired between them, and he isn’t going to, so the fact it might be easier said than done isn't lost on him. He will pick a fight against both of them if he has to, though.
“C’mon,” Aiden jerks his head in the direction of the stairs, and he grabs Priya’s wrist to guide her through the people milling about. "I could use a breather. Wait, are you claiming a room or crashing in mine? I got the bed and the futon in there." If Aiden even crashes there, he isn't sure where he might drop.
@priyaxdesai
Priya definitely counted it as a win when Aiden's arm wrapped around her and he hugged her back, knowing the man definitely had to have a few drinks in him already since he wasn't the affectionate type--which just made her want to douse him in love more. "It's matte and stays in place." She quipped back, playfully pressing one more kiss to his cheek before pulling back- no lipstick transfer whatsoever.
It was when he mentioned the gifts that she rolled her eyes, "Don't be a little bitch about it. I have like eight birthdays to make up for. Most of it is for Nora yes, but there's still one for you. And yeah, sounds good. You did make me promise to take some shots with you the moment I got here. And I'm always willing to take anything else with you too."
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Aiden: what r you doing look at peoples phones?
Aiden: whatd she say? you didnt pick me at random
Aiden: [ ... ]
Aiden: yeah foods fire but wdym
Aiden: i can cook what did she say?
@solaadisa
Sola: i might've taken a little gander at her contacts
Sola: bitch i don't need u to cook for me
Sola: i'm here to TEACH u. well to help cricket teach u
Sola: i run that big red food truck? seen us around town maybe?
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