#c:aaron

Sí, estaba sonrojado a más no poder; sí, se sentía muy incómodo en esta posición. Pero ¿qué más iba a hacer cuando tenía una misión que cumplir a cualquier costo? Bueno, no cualquier costo, pero al menos sí el costo de tragarse su timidez (y orgullo) para contratar los servicios de alguien como Carlos Caro.

“Sí, m-me oíste bien,” tartamudeó Aaron, tragando saliva pesadamente porque no era el mejor navegando este tipo de cosas sociales. “Quiero... Q-quiero contratarte para que te hagas pasar por mi... por mi pareja en un evento.”

Bueno, decir eso no había sido tan terrible, por más que estuviese tratando de evitar la mirada del hombre. Lo difícil era explicar el por qué.

“Roman and Belly, Khai and Andy, Aaron and Summer! Cutie cute cuties!”

I love them using “keeping each other’s addictions thriving” as if that’s something either of us would actually want to do.

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Well, as they keep saying Aaron, once an addict always an addict.

Me too. If you told me a year ago that I'd be finding a place to live with you then I would've thought you were high.

Me the high one? That’s funny Aaron.

saige: hey u !!

saige: not to b like, totally outta the blue or w/e but like

saige: i feel like evrybody's real tense these days n i've got this case of beer tht i shouldn't rly drink by myself

saige: n like, long story short, d'you wanna chill ??

    it had been damn cold that night, the wind biting at the lanky man’s nose and cheeks as he stood outside his dealer’s house, hands shoved into his pockets as he avoided cracks in the path leading towards the door. an old habit that never died; it was both soothing and nerve-wracking--though, the same could had been said for the rest of will’s habits. particularly, the habit he had arrived at the house to deal with in the first place.     glancing back towards the front door--will stopped in his tracks, eyes squinting at the figure already waiting out front. it was normal for him to run into a fellow customer, sure--but this one...felt off--looked oddly, suspiciously, like--”fuckin--aaron? what’re you doin’ here?” he stepped closer towards the door, and towards the figure, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.