#barbiejones

“Whatever you’re doing-- stop and get over here,” Aidan called, carefully lifting his knapsack off his shoulder as he entered Barbie’s place. It wasn’t the first time he’d invited himself in via the spare key. At least he’d told her he was on his way over. Some people didn’t have that curtesy. He held the bag by its straps, glancing around for a semi open area before lowering himself and it down to rest on the floor. 

He released the strap, letting the bag sit and he ran a hand through his already disheveled hair. His tee was no better off. It was wrinkled and stained with dirt as were his jeans. It was dry-- hopefully, and as he remembered he needed to take off his shoes to keep from tracking gunk through her place, Aidan took a side glance at the bag. “You’re gonna want to see this...”