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She had gotten paired with him. Ok yes, she could see why. Obviously she had a class with Jay and all she got told to do was to escort him from one class to another. Cammie didn’t know why, other than Headmaster Vauxhall wanted her to walk this shithead to class. The blonde prayed silently to Merlin that he wouldn’t need her to carry his bag or whatnot. That was just doing too much work. Escorting someone to class was already too much work. Headmaster Vauxhall really expected her to get to class on time. The thought of it made her want to snort.

So Cammie met up with him after class, waiting for him in the back of the room, hands folded over her chest and a scowl on her face. “Ok mudblood. Let’s get out of here. And don’t expect me to carry your bags because I’m not doing that shit for you.” The walk to the next class wasn’t awful, but normally she never went straight from one class to the next. There was usually an occasion snog or even a quickie somewhere behind the winding stairs, a perk of having memorised the back roads of Hogwarts. 

No way was her usual schedule about to be fucked up by some nuisance she had to walk to class. She could see him occasionally struggle and she thought to herself that he was weak. What incredible facades, the strength, when he was really weak, she thought. But she still took a left and a right, making sure that he was following her. “Keep up, Griff. I’m not waiting for your slow ass.” 

And finally she reached a small passageway, secluded from the rest of Hogwarts. “Put your bags down, you puss.” In the sleeve of her robes, she pulled a flask out and proceeded to take a long swig from it. “Go ahead and judge me all you want, but I usually get laid between these classes so I have to compensate in some ways.” Another swig. “So how did the great and powerful Jackson Jones get an escort?” 

@bluejay-andrews

August 27th, 2016.

It was only seven in the morning when Aiden drove to the laboratory to pick up his test results. He hadn’t slept much that night, anyway. There was no point staying in bed any longer when every time he closed his eyes all he could see was the image of his mother that same morning, six years before. He hadn’t told Jay he’d taken the tests, he hadn’t even spoken to Jay ever since their big argument, and while Aiden knew he had been the one wrong about the whole thing, he couldn’t bring himself to apologise. He wasn’t in the right state of mind to talk to anyone. The only way he found to make it up to him was to take the tests by himself and put them on his mailbox for him to see. 

He didn’t open the envelope until he was back in his car. He was certain he was clean, still his hands were shaking as they took out the results, only confirming what he already knew. A sigh of relief left Aiden’s lips. He didn’t even took time to read down below, the small letters that said there was a high amount of methylphenidate, a drug contained in his regular medication. Aiden drove back to the Oaks and asked the man behind the desk in the Red Oaks to place the envelope in Jayden’s mailbox and disappeared again, hoping he would check his mail before leaving for the marathon he knew would be taking place that morning. Aiden barely had mind for breathing or keeping his regular functions. 

Aiden had no interest in staying home that morning with how busy he was sure downtown would get. Instead, he drove to his old home, where he grew up as a child with his whole family started, where it broke apart. It was a difficult day for Aiden, it had been since 2010 and it hadn’t gotten any easier with time. It seemed as if getting back to that house was a measure of how well Aiden had assimilated the facts, but nothing had absolutely changed from that first day, except that maybe, he allowed himself to cry. The residence was now empty, unfurnished except for that one room. Not even his father had dared to go in after that humid day of August. Aiden couldn’t do it either. He stood before the door, his hand on the doorknob, but tears beat him to take over control of himself before he could even move an inch. Aiden cried until his legs gave up, until his lungs struggled for air and his throat hurt from the effort, until it was time for him to meet up with father by his mother’s grave. 

Neither of them spoke to each other. They stood by Alicia Brady’s crypt in perfect silence, side by side. Aiden didn’t cry at all, knowing what his father thought of tears, the kind of man they made him, or better said, how less of a man did crying make him. He held everything back, his words, his tears, even his air as his hands closed in tight fists, nails digging against the skin of his palms to control his inner pain, make it superficial instead. The ringing of Lucas’ phone disturbed the moment. Aiden wanted to tell him to piss off, that not even on such day could he dedicate it to his mother, his once beloved wife, but it was no surprise to Aiden, considering it had been him who reconstructed the story of Alicia’s death to make it sound less dramatic, as he called it. Being honest, all he wanted was for him to leave, in fact. Lucas gave Aiden a look before he stepped away, back to his car a few feet away from him, giving him enough space for Aiden to fall on his knees, his strength giving up, leaving only a shadow of what Aiden usually was hovering a broken younger version of himself, shedding tears over his mother’s grave. 

@bluejay-andrews

@bluejay-andrews

Millenium Park was almost at its fullest as it usually was during the whole summer, specially when a Chicago classic was showing that night. The grass concourse was completely full. Groups of people drinking beer, talking too loudly to even listen to the movie playing several feet away from them, but everyone knew the lines for Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, so no one was completely annoyed either. Other couples had gone classier, sharing wine and cheese over plaid blankets as if they were in some cliche picnic. 

@bluejay-andrews

Never in his life did Aiden imagine himself as a dog owner. He admired animals from the distance, but he never even fancied fish as much to have his own, not as a kid, even less as an adult. Oh, but that goddamned fluffy little of fur had to stare at him as if he was a fallen star on Earth, and it was perhaps the new chipper mood Aiden had been having going on since the weekend that had warmed his heart, soften it even, to the point of taking that little dog with no name tag and give him his own: Goliath. 

He was more than excited about it. He couldn’t even figure out yet how to take care of the little creature but he wanted to show it around. He thought of Maria, and figured that no matter how late it could be, the girl would most likely be awake so soon he found himself on his way to the Red Oak with the little puppy in his arms. It wasn’t a new thing that he snuck into the girl’s apartment, but it was a new realisation, or at least a new thought that he had been here before and not to see Maria. He shook his head and went to the redhead’s room only to not find her there. Aiden thought of leaving, but another glimpse at the door across the hallway gave his legs a different direction as he found himself in Jayden’s room, under way too different circumstances than last time.