strange places

Aiden shrugged and said, “Okay, well, maybe we should just go back to square one” he laughed before trying to think of which reason was best to say to her as to why he wasn’t believing the excuse, “I dunno. It just doesn’t seem really plausible to me. Think of something a little bit more mainstream like car issues or you had to work” he shrugged once more, hoping that the advice would be somewhat helpful.

Addie scrunched her face in response, but ultimately smiled at the new ideas. “So boring -- but you’re right. Of course, if I saw I had to work, I’d actually have to find some sort of job and make an income for my grandfather to believe me.. So I might just go with the car one.”

“-- See? This is why I make you listen to my excuses. I probably would’ve gone with the Goldblum one and then been stuck without details and my grandfather would probably have no idea who he was. I might just see if I can slide by with the study schedule one -- I hate black friday shopping and pottery barn, I can’t even lie about that.”

“-- See? This is why I make you listen to my excuses. I probably would’ve gone with the Goldblum one and then been stuck without details and my grandfather would probably have no idea who he was. I might just see if I can slide by with the study schedule one -- I hate black friday shopping and pottery barn, I can’t even lie about that.”

“It always has been your favourite past time” Thomas grumbled into his drink as it took a swig.

“Can you blame me? You’re so easy to annoy. It’s tempting.” She leaned in closer, encroaching on all of his personal space. “Besides, I know that secretly, deep, deep down, you like it when I bug you.”

“You know what? That’s actually a really good idea. Much more believable than what I was going to say -- I think Gramps will actually go for that. Thank you --- I - don’t think I got your name?”

They most definitely are

I mean -- yeah. It has the word disco in the title, so I just thought it was some sort of song from the 70s or something. Okay, wait, I get it now -- all those things on the internet about writing ‘insert word here’ -- not tragedies? Totally makes sense.

“I’m thinking it’s time for another great party, what do you think?”

“Is that even a question? The answer is so definitely yes.”

“Oh? Sure. Go ahead.”

“You know how some people say ‘the dog ate my homework?’ Well, the dog ate my keys. True story. Even though I don’t have a dog.”

“Alright, I’m listening. Gimme your best.”

“Okay -- So I was walking down the street, right? And this guy just ran up out of nowhere and stole my purse. As he was running away, he kept throwing things back out of it -- my credit card, my cash, my cell phone -- but he kept my keys. So I can’t drive back for Thanksgiving. Sorry.”

“Believe me -- if you knew my family, you’d understand. ‘Difficult’ is kind of an understatement.”

“It’s usually $20 a point, but hey, I’ll give you the Holiday discount, $10.“

“Something to be thankful for -- I like it. Sounds like a deal to me.”

*☾◦;✧ AIDEN MARTINEZ ft. addie { 1 / ∞ }

“My sorority house is about to get foreclosed. The only way to save it is to run for student body president and I need to work on my platform.” She does her best to keep a straight face - but as soon as she begins to speak, her cheeks turn pink and she sinks behind her hair, as if that’s going to stop her from laughing at her own ridiculous lie. “That’s the reason I can’t come home for the weekend --- and definitely nothing like the plot of the movie Sydney White.”

“Well, it sounds like we’re one in the same. Spending it with my family isn’t really a choice for me anyway. My Dad is away filming his next blockbuster success and the rest of my family flew to Hawaii for Thanksgiving. Tequila, huh? It isn’t vodka but I’ll take it. I’ll gladly help you finish it off if you don’t mind sharing it with me.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. I guess I should count my blessings - my family’s always around.. It’s just that I’d rather them not be. That sounds awful, jesus. Oh, vodka and I are on bad terms right now. We had a fight a few nights ago -- still can’t really swallow it without tearing up. If you’re fine with Cuervo, I’m more than happy to share. Drinking alone isn’t fun.”