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Claire Keane
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@aidenbeaumont
Rude. You, of all people, should know that I do a lot of running. I run from snatchers, robbers, creepy people, pedophiles.. I run away from responsibilities as well.
Amy, when have you ever been robbed or snatched? Granted, Mr. Stanley at the end of the street is hella creepy and is a potential pedophile.
I’m never going for another intense run around here again. Like ever.
Like you go on many in the first place.
It feels like the perfect night, to dress up like hipsters…
I... Noah?
Hastings has actually really stepped up their coffee game. Basically as good as Starbucks. Cheap books plus decent coffee equals why I don't go to Barnes and Noble.
Windblown - Aiden/Alaska
Alaska’s radio blared the latest 1975 track through the static as she flipped through her closet mindlessly. Her thoughts were only barely concentrated on picking out what to change into; she was partly preoccupied with making a mental checklist of her homework, a quick run through of the state capitals for Geography, and thinking a little bit about how she needed to chose the color scheme for the school dance that was coming up- blues, or reds? Eventually, she decided on a simple pair of dark, slightly torn skinny jeans, a red v-neck tshirt, and black converse sneakers. Casual. This was just Chinese with Aiden, after all.
Alaska turned to the long mirror hanging on the opposite wall and inspected her appearance. She opted to toss her wavy hair up into a ponytail, leaving the front pieces hanging loosely about to frame her thin face. She didn’t bother with make up- it was just Aiden, after all.
Aiden. Undoubtedly her best friend, and one only needed to turn ninety degrees to Alaska’s photo wall, and then they would see a collage of photographs, easily over half of them featuring the boy. Alaska and Aiden on their first day of kindergarten. Middle school. High school- and most recently, first day of senior year. Alaska and Aiden at every single dance they’d ever been to, standing on the Beaumont’s front porch in every single one. Ice skating, swimming, vacationing at the beach together- the dynamic duo had done it all together.
As she glanced at the wall out of the corner of her eye, Alaska shoved a handful of coins into her palm. She made a mental note to use the change at the photo booth inside the ice cream shoppe next door to the Chinese restaurant; Alaska loved adding pictures to the wall.
Over the jangling of change, Alaska heard her mother’s voice offering Aiden a brownie, and her best friend’s laughter floating up the stairs. She rolled her eyes and shut the door behind her, a smile already formed on her face at the sound of Aiden’s laugh. Alaska jumped down the last two stairs as she always did, and swung around to the kitchen. “Hey, you,” Alaska greeted Aiden, grinning. She poked a finger into his stomach and then looked over at her mother. “Me and Aiden are going out for Chinese,” Alaska informed her, picking up a brownie. “I’ll see you when I get home.” Mrs. Moore gave the pair a thumbs up. “Sounds good to me, dear. Aiden, sweetheart, don’t forget to have her home by ten-thirty, but if you’re gonna be later, just let me know. We can always bend the rules for you,” she nodded. “Have fun!” “We will,” Alaska said, pecking her mother on the cheek before striding towards the front door, and opening it for Aiden.
The duo exited onto the front lawn accordingly, and Alaska locked the door behind them. “Chinese!” she exclaimed, laughing lightly as she pumped a fist into the air.
Aiden heard the tell-tale jump and landing and turned around just in time to get a boop in the stomach. His heart sped up a bit, but he made sure to smile big right back at her. He let his eyes drop down to her lips for a moment, pink and plump as ever, as they opened to take a bite of brownie. Gulp. He blinked before looking over at Mrs. Moore, who was already looking at him. The look in her eye made him blush- she knew. She definitely knew. Aiden bit his lip and wished it were as easy as just telling Alaska. Telling her right here, right now, with her mother in the living room and over a plate of brownies.
“I don’t think that will be necessary ma’am but thank you anyway.” He playfully rolled his eyes. At this point, he really couldn’t tell if she was messing with him or not.
He followed Alaska to the door and couldn’t escape the fond feeling that built in his stomach when she opened it for him. Aiden lead the way to the car and handed Alaska his phone. “Pick something good.” He grinned, looking into her eyes. He put the car in drive, singing along to the music and it sort of felt normal. Like this was freshman year and they were just best friends and he didn’t want to kiss her all the time.
He drove to Wang’s Wok at ease, not having to pay much attention to what he was doing. He could have done this in his sleep. Aiden and Alaska were considered star costumers and knew the owner on a first name basis. He couldn’t tell if that was creepy or impressive. His lack of focus on the road allowed for him to think about the situation at hand. He knew what to talk about if things got dull; the dance, the tickets he bought for a concert next week, maybe even about Arrow. He had it planned out. He was going to look at her and not hold back and hopefully she’d pick up on it. And hopefully he wouldn’t stutter. And hopefully this would plant a little seed. After putting the car in park, Aiden opened and closed his fists, a nervous tick.
“You ready to pig out on great tasting food that is probably made of garbage?” He smirked and tilted his head. He held the restaurant door open for her and poked her side and she walked through. Playfullness is key right? They sat down at their usual table and he picked up the menu. He didn’t really need to though, he got the same thing every time he ate here. He’d probably tried everything on the menu at least one.
Both of those sound delicious. I mean, as long as it’s not carrot sticks and celery, I think we’re good!
Hey, carrots are nice. Tasty and good for the eyes and eyesight things. Wouldn't want to go blind. Can you imagine? Being blind?
Well, yeah, but I thought it’d be fun- and look good on my Stanford- I miss having normal lunches, dammit.
D’you mean I’m good at- organizing them, or dancing at them, Aid? Because I’m a terrible dancer.
Pft, Stanford? Who needs Stanford? Say it with me Laska, UCLA.
Um, both? It's cute, honestly. In a dorky way.
Sometimes I regret being on Student Council- one, I have to show up to meetings, and two, I have to plan this dance. Wonderful, just what I needed- more to do during my senior year.
I told you not to do it. I told you, what did I tell you. I told you, dweeb.
But you know what? The dance thing is going to be chill. Because you're good at... those things.. dance-y things...
Fine by me. What do you plan on bringing, important question.
Chips. Kettle cooked chips. Do you like pretzel M&Ms?
Well, I always try to keep a full stock for that very reason! If you ever want some just let me know. I’ll try my best to share, but I can make no promises.
We should start bringing food to fourth period from now on. A lot of food.
I mean, can you really blame her? I’m so lovable and adorable, it’s quite hard not to love me more than you. And besides, you gave her a hard time for nine months when you were still inside her womb. It’s fine though, Aidy-o, I think Dad wants to spend more time with you than me.
Of course! I love baking and cookies more than anything in the world.
Pft, I'm just as lovable and adorable. Plus I have dimples. Plus you smell.
Dad does love me more, though. That's a fact.
Burnt cookie is even worse than burnt popcorn, to be honest. Because as I sniffed the scent and as I watched them all die, I could see my hopes and dreams dying with them. She was very supportive, actually. She was telling me that I should just quit it before I start a massive fire, and that there’s another career out there for me other than baking.
I came out of that woman's womb why does she love you more than me this is unfair. It's mutiny is what it is.
Honestly Amy, was baking ever an option?
Windblown - Aiden/Alaska
Converse crunched on the icy grass as Aiden touched the ground outside his window. Pretending to go to the restroom seemed to be the only way out of the inevitably long lecture that came every time he tried to get out of the house.
Why don’t you have a girlfriend, Aiden? Working on it, mom. And he was, starting now. He had six months to confront his feelings for Alaska. Six months before they went off to college, hopefully together. He stood in the cool air for a moment, back leaning against the red brick. It wasn’t very late, but it was already dark outside. Winter brought shorter days, longer nights. He wished that meant more sleep, but it didn’t. Instead it meant leaving for school when it’s dark outside and getting back home when it’s dark outside.
He took one last look at what he was wearing, the moon not being exactly sufficient in light, but good enough to know that he looked dumb. A sweater and jeans was kind of the best he could do without asking Amy for help. Plus, this outfit was significantly less dumb than the first one he had on, so it would have to work. He smoothed his beanie and huffed before leaning off the house.
As Aiden approached the door, he started to feel less nervous. He could vaguely hear Mrs. Moore inside, watching a soap in the front living room. This was sort of comforting. Mrs. Moore liked him. Mrs. Moore wanted him to come in for brownies. Mrs. Moore offered him a ride when his crumby car was in the shop. He opened the door, like he always does, and smiled. “Hi, Mrs. Moore. It’s nice to see you.” He chuckled as she side-hugged him. He followed her into the kitchen and took one of the brownies she offered him.
“Delicious as always, ma’am.” He leaned against the counter and waited for Alaska to come downstairs.
You know, I always believed in the motto ‘Never give up.’ But I think, if you’ve failed baking cookies for the third time, it’s time to give up.
Unfortunately, I did. I’m starting to think I have the attention span of a goldfish.
I've known that since third grade. Who would have thought burnt cookie would be as bad smelling as burnt popcorn. Maybe it was just you. What did mom say about it?
Rather be honest to the expense of others, than a liar to save your pride.
I suppose I value others and their views towards me a little bit more than you do, friend.
text ✉ aiden
Alaska: is she trying to get you to get a girlfriend again
Aiden: told her i'm working on it lol
text ✉ aiden
Alaska: not talking to u got boring
Alaska: also I will eat all the brownies if u take too long :-)
Aiden: ya except ya kinda are talking to me huh
Aiden: i'm trying to get past my mom she's being... yanno... herself
