#aiden01

Blake and Aiden went to high school together, so after a while they became buddies. She was the awkward I'm going to talk your ear off type of friend.. where he was the I'm going to just listen because I don't have much to say on her behalf friend. She didn't mind it though. She rambled to get stuff off her chest, not to have answers thrown at her. Him listening was enough. That's what she liked about him.

Everything was fine until the wreck happened with her.. she ended up shutting everyone out afterwards. I mean, she didn't stop being friends with anyone in particular. Her and Aiden were still friends, she just drew very quiet.. with everyone. What else could she have done after going through any kind of trauma? She hung out with him, but she wouldn't ramble. She just couldn't.

Once she was over it, met more people, she was finally out of her sad shell before senior year ended, which meant Aiden dealt with her rambling once again. Since then, they have been friends ever since. Now they were older, still close, still the same type of friendship. She rambled, he listened.

It was Aiden's birthday, which meant.. Blake needed to be there, even if she came unannounced. She walked up to his door, a to-go KFC bag with two of the delicious Famous Bowls, that were still hot, in one hand, a Monster energy drink and a 20 dollar bill in the other. It wasn't much but she knew what stuff he enjoyed. Plus who doesn't like money and food on their birthday?

"Aiden! I will personally climb through your window and make you celebrate your own birthday with me if you don't open up." Blake cooed. "It might not be your best friend Jack.. but I got other stuff you might want."

‘honest question, can faeries make wine? fast? like you can talk to plants,  right? can you talk to grapes and be like... be more alcohol?’ mateo mumbled drunkenly, his first proper sentence of the night and it made absolutely no sense.

It had taken a lot to get into work that day. The only reason Ava had made it out of bed was a hungry cat, coupled with a plan of finding a corner at work to hide out in and a promise to herself about getting wine at Tescos on her way home. Maybe it was a low, but the thought of simple box wine from a muggle store kept her going throughout the day- even when confronted with the paperwork she’d been putting off the last week. 

It was a very tired Ava leaving the Ministry -deciding to take the walk back to her flat now that the evenings kept getting lighter, while her apartment stayed dark- and the bag slung over her shoulder was filled with reports, going against her plan of leaving work at work. It didn’t matter. At least that was what she told herself. Maybe she could skip out early tomorrow to make up for it, or maybe she could buy two bottles of crap wine and get sloshed. Did anyone even read these reports? 

Ava was just stepping down the road, halfway ruffling through her bag to make sure that she had remembered everything (it had been harder to remember the small things lately) when she spotted a familiar figure just up the road. Maybe it made her a terrible person and maybe she would hate herself for her when sleep alluded her, but for a split moment, Ava considered turning around and rerouting her walk to avoid her brother. But something was off, wrong, and she was already drowning in guilt for making a similar mistake with Archer. So she walked forward.

“Aid?” she called out. “You okay over there?”

life hadn’t panned out the way peter had imagined it to be, in fact life was so different from the one he thought it would be when he first met aiden. his faerie with the gorgeous wings and how they’d sneak away to see each other. how from pretty much the moment peter saw his face, even the thought of it would make him smile. when things changed, it felt his world came crumbling down and... well now, it didn’t seem like that big of deal. but being that young, impressionable boy who just wanted to impress his older friend back then, that had crushed him. he’d avoided the boy since and it hadn’t proved very hard, just not being where fae’s were, that could be avoided. even if he was a wanderer, he was a careful one because faced in the opportunity to see aiden again, he’s not sure he’d have anything to say. 

Jacob hit the ground as well, grunting but forced himself back to the seat, putting on his usual prosthetic. Looking up, he realized someone was there. "It's rude to stare." He growled as he reattached everything properly before standing up and placing everything back to where it should be in his already well suited prosthetic. "Can I help you?"