Ryanbenett:

ryanbenett‌:

“That’s awesome man. It’s important to do what you love.” Ryan smiled at Aiden, “I know you’re here if I need it. You’re a good friend bud. Okay, okay seriously. Enough sappy talk.” He told his friend and got up off the bench again where had had been sitting, “they haven’t given me anything to do yet but I’m going to start begging them to give me something. Because I swear… Just walking around the same old streets aimlessly is kind of depressing.” As Ryan listened to Aiden going on about what he’d just said about Greer, the surgeon couldn’t help but look up at his friend and raise his eyebrow curiously at him, “sure man. You can tell me anything.”

Aiden at this point was getting extremely nervous that anything else in the conversation seemed to disappear in his mind. It went in one ear and out the other. How was he going to even explain this without it sounding bad? He didn’t know exactly where this conversation was headed, but he had a feeling it wasn’t going to end well and he was ready for it. “I’m going to say it before I get nervous and not say it...” he trailed off. “So, let me explain. I never knew that you and Greer had a past. I don’t really talk to Greer about her past or whatever is going on. We’re friends, not super close, but we’ve been hooking up for a couple months now. I had a very very tiny crush on her, but that’s over now and it was honestly just a hook up for the both of us, I can reassure you. I wouldn’t have hooked up with her or done anything had I known this before. I don’t like to break bro code, which I clearly have. I know you probably hate my guts right now and I don’t blame you. I’m sorry for being an awful friend and I’m sorry that you had to find out this way. I don’t really discuss my personal relations with people, but I respect you enough to tell you. I hope you can find it in yourself to not want to punch me in the face.”

text: Wonder Woman

Abby: No one else enjoys pajama matching, I can't imagine why.

Abby: WELL NO.

Abby: Normally when people are mean to me I get super overwhelmed and have near anxiety attacks and that worries them and makes them feel guilty.

Abby: But I am doing a lot better

Abby: Yep we gotta fix that. First we have to sort you so I know what pajamas to get you

Abby: I can be a Tabby named Abby

Aiden: I think it's actually pretty cute. I love when families do a little matching situation at amusement parks.

Aiden: OKAY THEN SO I'LL GO BACK TO BEING NICE

Aiden: Oh my, Abby. I'm so sorry to hear that. You know I would never be nice to you and if anyone is ever mean to you, I'll beat them up for you. I'm glad you're doing better though

Aiden: Sort me? Like sort me on what? Are you putting me into a category?

Aiden: Oh my god. That is so clever. Tabby named Abby.

text: Wonder Woman

Abby: Unlikely. But keep telling yourself that

Abby: STOP BEING NICE. It's way too Hufflepuff of you.

Abby: Also just for the record if you haven't seen Harry Potter we're definitely starting with that first. Because it is a TRAVESTY

Abby: I was more of a cat person

Aiden: I'm glad to hear that, plus you would have to find someone willing to watch all these movies with you in matching pajamas.

Aiden: DO YOU WANT ME TO BE MEAN?

Aiden: I can't even really be mean unless someone is trying to hurt you then I'll fight them.

Aiden: Umm...I've seen the first two when I was younger. I told you movies aren't my thing!

Aiden: Fine, you can be an adorable cat then Abby

abbyrchrds‌:

Abby nodded, and was unable to help herself from showing off just a little. “Oui, j’ai eu sept ans de cours. My grandmother was super into forwarding my education, so I started almost as soon as I moved to Seattle and continued until I took AP French in high school. Which, yes, is a thing.” With a sigh, she held up her hand, waving her fingers. “Five. I speak five languages. English, obviously. French. I took Latin-slash-old age Italian to make more sense of the Renaissance stuff I had to read for college. Then there’s Elvish, and Klingon. Though there are no AP classes for those.” She lowered her hand, placing it over her phone out of habit. “I agree. Personally, I would never eat bugs, even if it was one of those Fear Factor situations where I would get a bunch of money for it. Thanks but no thanks.” She smiled as Aiden recalled memories of his parents, triggering memories of her own father. “My dad was really big on French toast. He claimed to have a better recipe than the French themselves, because when I was a little kid I thought the French had invented it. Every time he made it he tried something different. Bananas, powdered sugar. My grandmother could never quite replicate it.” She sat up slightly. “Does that place have French toast? Because I’d order that like, fifty different times and watch every movie with a different plate of French toast and be totally fine.” Abby pouted at him slightly. “Are you kidding? I would never dream of such a thing.”

Aiden’s jaw dropped quite a bit. It was probably obvious that he was extremely confused by the phrase that Abby just said. “I really hope that you didn’t just call me a piece of crap or something,” he laughed. “Wow, your grandma seems like a cool woman. My grandma would just sneak me candy when my parents had their backs turned,” he laughed, reminiscing of his happy childhood. “Okay, five. Wow, what else can you do? Do you happen to have your resume with you? Are there other talents that you have that I’m unaware of?” Aiden was quite impressed with Abby and it was cool that she wasn’t shy about her man talents. He smiled hearing Abby talk about her dad. It was nice that the two could share their childhood memories. He didn’t want to press anything about Abby’s childhood but he took note of everything she said, picking up on the verb tenses that she used. “That’s impressive. I would say that I could make you French toast, but we both know that I’d probably buy it from a store and heat it up on a pan and pretend like I actually made it,” he laughed. “Yeah, they’re really known for their French toast and their waffles. I love a good waffle. I could honestly eat waffles forever,” he admitted. “Okay, good. As long as you hold your promise. I promise I won’t fall asleep during any of the movies because to be honest, I have a tendency of doing that.”

alison-harper‌:

“So what you’re saying is to volunteer and come see your puppies and just constantly be surrounded by dogs? You’re right, I should definitely do all that,” she said as she kept flipping through records, smiling at the idea of seeing Aiden’s dogs. “Do you think all the dogs would like an album? Just put a vinyl on and lay in a room of dogs?”

“I mean that’s one of the perks of being a volunteer at an animal shelter, but you might see some sad things as well,” he carried on, not wanting to mention that could happen to the animals there. “It’s pretty rewarding from what I hear. I hear that some volunteers also groom the dogs so that people are more willing to adopt them.” He laughed at her question and simply nodded. “Yeah. My dogs love to jam out to Elvis. It really gets them going, not so much when I try to sing though.”

amyrbayer‌:

Location: Wrightsville Beach.

                                      Amanda was one of those people who judged the ones who bumped upon people and things because they were too busy texting or scrolling on their phones. Let’s just say, this would be a perfect time for anyone who believed in karma to claim it just came around and bit her in the ass. She lowered the pace of her morning jog to reply to one of her friends who’d just texted her a row of incoherent capital letters in response to the news she was back in town after five whole years. The blonde barely managed to text a sentence back before feeling her feet tangle onto something on the sand underneath her — more precisely, human feet. She stumbled forward rather gracelessly and miraculously managed to maintain her balance, but her cell phone flew out of her hands. “Fuck, I’m so sorry!” she hurried to apologize as she turned around to face the damage she’d done.

Who would’ve thought that Aiden would find running even remotely fun, let alone become one of his favorite work outs. Most days, he would take his dogs out with him, but he didn’t feel it was necessary to tire them out this early in the day. As Aiden was running along, he saw a blonde girl from a distance, but didn’t really take note of it. It wasn’t until the details of the girl’s face were coming into frame that he realized he was going to run into her if he didn’t slow down. He tried to move to the right, but was met with a biker who was clearly ringing her bell as loud as possible. He tried his best to dodge the girl approaching him, but he really couldn’t. He was stopped in his track pretty soon after the small collision. “Shit, are you okay?” he asked. He saw her cell phone a couple feet away and went to grab it before handing it back to her.