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WHEN: december 18. evening. WHERE: aiden’s dog’s house that they allow aiden to share. WHO: @aidenjcarter & emmy.
Emmy was restless, pacing a line into the floor at home until she finally couldn’t take it anymore. Her eyes traveled to the closed door of Winnie’s room, and annoyance danced through her like a flame. There was no reason why it should have stoked such a reaction inside her– at least, not one she felt keen on giving a name– but the longer she was inside the house, the more intensely it burned. So, she stomped off to her room, knowing that, should she be heard, they’d assume she was just in a mood. To be fair, they weren’t wrong.
She stuffed several well-loved DVD cases into her bag– she refused to let time render them obsolete– and gave Noodle a kiss on the head before stomping back through the hallway and out the front door.
Her inexplicable rage had simmered to a moderate annoyance by the time she made it to Aiden’s house and, pulling her keys from the ignition, realized she hadn’t let him know she was coming. Ice-like dread chased away the burning remnants of earlier’s sour mood as she considered the fact that he might not even be home. And she really needed him to be home.
Overwhelming relief washed over her as she stood in front of his door, staring for several long moments until he was pulling it open. Wordlessly, she held up her stack of DVDs and shrugged. “Hi,” she murmured and then sighed. “I brought various versions of Meg Ryan, can I come inside?”
Aiden finally had a day alone, no interruptions, his dogs were happily asleep at his feet. He opened up his laptop and found the unfinished chapter in his book and started word vomiting all over his workspace. Writing came naturally to the boy, but he had encountered writer’s block from time to time. He was thankful for Abby’s advice that he should write something that he would be proud of us regardless of the judgments of other. It gave him motivation to finish his book up.
Aiden heard a knock on the door and immediately closed his laptop. He thought one of his friends had dropped by for a cup of tea or something. To be honest, Aiden was kind of surprised when he saw that it was Emmy. The two had met before, when Aiden was over or when Emmy had walked his dogs. They have never really spent any quality time alone, but it was good to see a familiar face.
His bed hair was quite apparent. Aiden never bothered to get dressed up when he was at home all day. “Hi, um, not sure who Meg Ryan is, but yeah, you can come inside,” moving to the side to allow her to enter.
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emmycahill:
Pretty much every single thing about Aiden’s body language was screaming that he was not exactly up for company. And in her ever-tactful way, Emmy decided to ignore all of it. She strode inside without another word. Although– “Wait, you don’t know who Meg Ryan is? Seriously? It’s a good thing I’m here then.”
Honestly, she wasn’t sure why she’d sought him out in this situation. And to be completly honest, there wasn’t even really a situation. Maybe it was because Grayson seemed to be so fond of him and she trusted Gray more than she trusted herself most days. Mostly it was because she wanted someone far enough removed from the situation should it happen to come up. Because it was probably going to come up.
She gave Aiden a once-over and cocked her head. “I hope you know you don’t have to get all dressed up for me, Aiden. We’re friends. I appreciate the effort, though.”
“I’m really sorry to disappoint. To be honest, I don’t watch a lot of movies so I assume that’s what she’s mainly known for. I also am really terrible with names and faces. I’m honestly surprised I remember yours, Em,” he joked around. “Last time I watched movies with someone, I ran out, so hopefully that doesn’t happen this time,” Aiden thought back to the second time he and Abby had hung out.
“So, why did you decide to come here?” Aiden questioned, hoping that the question didn’t come off as offensive. “I mean not that I don’t want you here, but I figured other people might have also been up for some Meg Ryan,” he chuckled.
“Okay, good, because honestly, I live in sweatpants. It’s so nice to not have to dress up and feel like I’m going to work or something. Comfy is the best way to go.”
emmycahill:
Pretty much every single thing about Aiden’s body language was screaming that he was not exactly up for company. And in her ever-tactful way, Emmy decided to ignore all of it. She strode inside without another word. Although– “Wait, you don’t know who Meg Ryan is? Seriously? It’s a good thing I’m here then.”
Honestly, she wasn’t sure why she’d sought him out in this situation. And to be completly honest, there wasn’t even really a situation. Maybe it was because Grayson seemed to be so fond of him and she trusted Gray more than she trusted herself most days. Mostly it was because she wanted someone far enough removed from the situation should it happen to come up. Because it was probably going to come up.
She gave Aiden a once-over and cocked her head. “I hope you know you don’t have to get all dressed up for me, Aiden. We’re friends. I appreciate the effort, though.”
“I’m really sorry to disappoint. To be honest, I don’t watch a lot of movies so I assume that’s what she’s mainly known for. I also am really terrible with names and faces. I’m honestly surprised I remember yours, Em,” he joked around. “Last time I watched movies with someone, I ran out, so hopefully that doesn’t happen this time,” Aiden thought back to the second time he and Abby had hung out.
“So, why did you decide to come here?” Aiden questioned, hoping that the question didn’t come off as offensive. “I mean not that I don’t want you here, but I figured other people might have also been up for some Meg Ryan,” he chuckled.
“Okay, good, because honestly, I live in sweatpants. It’s so nice to not have to dress up and feel like I’m going to work or something. Comfy is the best way to go.”
emmycahill:
“Aiden,” she admonished with all the exasperated energy of a mother at her wits end with her child. “You know, I have never, not once, gone through your things when I’ve come to take the dogs out for their walks. But I just got this impression you were a rom-com kind of dude. It’s really disappointing that you’re not, actually.” She was teasing. Mostly. And she’d definitely snooped at least once.
His question brought with it a sharp reminder of reality she didn’t particularly want or need. She preferred to ignore that part of this visit for as long as possible, thank you very much. She tried instead to keep up the lighthearted facade and shrugged. “You’re my best friend’s best friend. It’s either we learn how to be friends or I have to kill you. Plus, you might be the only one that knows how I feel about Meg Ryan and I’d like to keep it that way.”
Her eyes flicked down to his comfy attire and she smiled sweetly– a very misplaced look on a face that could almost always be seen with a scowl. “You wouldn’t happen to have a second pair for me, would you? I’m the idiot who decided to wear jeans to a movie marathon. Oh, by the way. We’re having a movie marathon. Hope that’s okay.”
“I don’t know if I should feel insulted or not that you think that I would watch rom coms. I mean sure, my ex girlfriend would make me watch them from time to time. I would kind of consider them a snooze fest. Then again, that relationship was a unique situation anyway,” he laughed it off. “I’m sure you’ve snooped. It’s okay. I’ll forgive you...for now.”
“I don’t think death will be necessary. I would like to live a good life. I’ve been a good boy most of my life. Santa hasn’t even put coal in my stockings once,” he played along. “Okay, well, if I end up liking these movies, we are both going to have to be sworn to secrecy. I won’t tell if you don’t. How are you though? Everything going good with your dog walking business?”
“Yeah, I have an extra pair,” he went to his room and tried to find the smallest sized sweatpants he could. “Hopefully these will work. I have a bathroom if you want to change in that,” he smiled. “Um - well, I mean I feel like if I say no, I’m still going to somehow be forced into a movie marathon so I’m going to nod my head and just go with it.”
emmycahill:
“Aiden,” she admonished with all the exasperated energy of a mother at her wits end with her child. “You know, I have never, not once, gone through your things when I’ve come to take the dogs out for their walks. But I just got this impression you were a rom-com kind of dude. It’s really disappointing that you’re not, actually.” She was teasing. Mostly. And she’d definitely snooped at least once.
His question brought with it a sharp reminder of reality she didn’t particularly want or need. She preferred to ignore that part of this visit for as long as possible, thank you very much. She tried instead to keep up the lighthearted facade and shrugged. “You’re my best friend’s best friend. It’s either we learn how to be friends or I have to kill you. Plus, you might be the only one that knows how I feel about Meg Ryan and I’d like to keep it that way.”
Her eyes flicked down to his comfy attire and she smiled sweetly– a very misplaced look on a face that could almost always be seen with a scowl. “You wouldn’t happen to have a second pair for me, would you? I’m the idiot who decided to wear jeans to a movie marathon. Oh, by the way. We’re having a movie marathon. Hope that’s okay.”
“I don’t know if I should feel insulted or not that you think that I would watch rom coms. I mean sure, my ex girlfriend would make me watch them from time to time. I would kind of consider them a snooze fest. Then again, that relationship was a unique situation anyway,” he laughed it off. “I’m sure you’ve snooped. It’s okay. I’ll forgive you...for now.”
“I don’t think death will be necessary. I would like to live a good life. I’ve been a good boy most of my life. Santa hasn’t even put coal in my stockings once,” he played along. “Okay, well, if I end up liking these movies, we are both going to have to be sworn to secrecy. I won’t tell if you don’t. How are you though? Everything going good with your dog walking business?”
“Yeah, I have an extra pair,” he went to his room and tried to find the smallest sized sweatpants he could. “Hopefully these will work. I have a bathroom if you want to change in that,” he smiled. “Um - well, I mean I feel like if I say no, I’m still going to somehow be forced into a movie marathon so I’m going to nod my head and just go with it.”
emmycahill:
“I’m going to need you to reserve your judgment until after the movie is over, thanks.” She moved further into the room, happily accepting Ollie and Otis’ enthusiastic greetings before plopping down on the couch with over-familiarity as if he were the guest in her home.
Aiden was lighthearted, this sort of yes-man that seemed to roll with the punches and keep on going. She could certainly appreciate that, especially right now. “When you end up liking these movies, I promise I’ll never tell a soul.” His question– how are you– drew her up short and her smile slipped. Frankly, the reason she’d come here was because she didn’t want to discuss herself. It felt like a giant question mark, this irritating ????? just floating around in her head. “I’ve still got clients, so I guess that’s a win.”
That was really as much as she wanted to delve into as far as her own interests were concerned. She reached out for the sweats and took them gratefully. “Smart man.”
She pulled on the sweats quickly in the bathroom, catching her reflection in the mirror right before she rejoined him in the living room. She felt like a fraud, like a liar that had come here with entirely different intentions– whether or not she even really knew what they were– and now she was hiding from them. She glared at the image of herself before she pulled the door open and made her way back to the living room, her mask slipping back into place. “Okay. So. Sleepless in Seattle or Top Gun?”
“I hope you’re prepared for me to just sit here and comment on every single loophole that the film has. I can’t just sit here and enjoy these movies with the same plot but with different people. I mean Nicholas Sparks has written so many books to the point where I’m sure that they are repetitive,” Aiden wasn’t exactly familiar with his style of writing, but he recalled his ex dragging him to see a couple films and after the first five minutes, Aiden began to predict what was going to happen.
“I love that you think I’ll end up liking these movies somehow. You are really something else, Emmy,” he chuckled. Aiden nodded. “Well, you’ll always have a client in me. You’re stuck with me forever. One day I might just drop Ollie and Otis off at your house randomly. I’ll let them play with Luna and then suddenly Luna is gone,” he joked around, mentioning the hamster that Winnie owned.
“Well, Top Gun sounds like a cooler movie than Sleepless in Seattle so let’s go with that one first,” Aiden suggested. “Do you need snacks of a cup of water before the movie starts? I have a feeling I’m going to be attached to this couch for more than a couple movies,” he laughed.
emmycahill:
“I’m going to need you to reserve your judgment until after the movie is over, thanks.” She moved further into the room, happily accepting Ollie and Otis’ enthusiastic greetings before plopping down on the couch with over-familiarity as if he were the guest in her home.
Aiden was lighthearted, this sort of yes-man that seemed to roll with the punches and keep on going. She could certainly appreciate that, especially right now. “When you end up liking these movies, I promise I’ll never tell a soul.” His question– how are you– drew her up short and her smile slipped. Frankly, the reason she’d come here was because she didn’t want to discuss herself. It felt like a giant question mark, this irritating ????? just floating around in her head. “I’ve still got clients, so I guess that’s a win.”
That was really as much as she wanted to delve into as far as her own interests were concerned. She reached out for the sweats and took them gratefully. “Smart man.”
She pulled on the sweats quickly in the bathroom, catching her reflection in the mirror right before she rejoined him in the living room. She felt like a fraud, like a liar that had come here with entirely different intentions– whether or not she even really knew what they were– and now she was hiding from them. She glared at the image of herself before she pulled the door open and made her way back to the living room, her mask slipping back into place. “Okay. So. Sleepless in Seattle or Top Gun?”
“I hope you’re prepared for me to just sit here and comment on every single loophole that the film has. I can’t just sit here and enjoy these movies with the same plot but with different people. I mean Nicholas Sparks has written so many books to the point where I’m sure that they are repetitive,” Aiden wasn’t exactly familiar with his style of writing, but he recalled his ex dragging him to see a couple films and after the first five minutes, Aiden began to predict what was going to happen.
“I love that you think I’ll end up liking these movies somehow. You are really something else, Emmy,” he chuckled. Aiden nodded. “Well, you’ll always have a client in me. You’re stuck with me forever. One day I might just drop Ollie and Otis off at your house randomly. I’ll let them play with Luna and then suddenly Luna is gone,” he joked around, mentioning the hamster that Winnie owned.
“Well, Top Gun sounds like a cooler movie than Sleepless in Seattle so let’s go with that one first,” Aiden suggested. “Do you need snacks of a cup of water before the movie starts? I have a feeling I’m going to be attached to this couch for more than a couple movies,” he laughed.
WHO: Aiden & @emmycahill WHERE: Emmy’s house WHEN: January 26th, nighttime
Since the time that Emmy had suddenly stopped by Aiden’s place with a hand full of Meg Ryan DVDs, the pair have spent more time together, whether it was Aiden coming over to hang out or Emmy coming to take his dogs on a walk. Aiden felt good about this friendship. He was grateful that he had another girl he could be close to after all this time outside of Abby, of course. Emmy felt like a sister, a confidant, and someone Aiden could see himself being friends with for years to come.
Aiden had become used to popping over to Emmy’s house unannounced, whether it was to spend time with her, Grayson, or Winnie. Today was nothing out of the ordinary as Aiden got into his car and drove the route that he had already memorized in his head after a few times of heading over. It felt like a second home, filled with a bunch of people he loved and he only had good memories there.
As Aiden approached the house, he slowed down, parking on the curb in his usual spot and getting out. Eager to see Emmy, Aiden quickly went up the driveway to the door and knocked on it, something he usually didn’t do, but he figured he’d be polite this time. “Emmy! You home?”
WHO: Aiden & @emmycahill WHERE: Emmy’s house WHEN: January 26th, nighttime
Since the time that Emmy had suddenly stopped by Aiden’s place with a hand full of Meg Ryan DVDs, the pair have spent more time together, whether it was Aiden coming over to hang out or Emmy coming to take his dogs on a walk. Aiden felt good about this friendship. He was grateful that he had another girl he could be close to after all this time outside of Abby, of course. Emmy felt like a sister, a confidant, and someone Aiden could see himself being friends with for years to come.
Aiden had become used to popping over to Emmy’s house unannounced, whether it was to spend time with her, Grayson, or Winnie. Today was nothing out of the ordinary as Aiden got into his car and drove the route that he had already memorized in his head after a few times of heading over. It felt like a second home, filled with a bunch of people he loved and he only had good memories there.
As Aiden approached the house, he slowed down, parking on the curb in his usual spot and getting out. Eager to see Emmy, Aiden quickly went up the driveway to the door and knocked on it, something he usually didn’t do, but he figured he’d be polite this time. “Emmy! You home?”
emmycahill:
Jet lag was an awful thing. Her sleep schedule was fucked, she hadn’t yet made a move to unpack, and honestly? Her heart just wasn’t in it. She wasn’t ready to be back home, to face reality, to be Emmy again. She wanted to be back in England on that bench with Winnie. The one they said they’d never leave.
Instead, she was stretched out across the couch, back at home in Wilmington. There were still too many things she had yet to process and as the silence settled over her like a blanket she didn’t want or need, she was momentarily absolved from combing through it when she heard Aiden calling out her name from the other side of the door. Overwhelming relief met her as she made her way to the front door. Pulling it open, she let a smile that she knew probably fell a little flat pull across her features. “Aiden,” she greeted him, opening the door wider to allow him in. “Hey, come in. I haven’t even been back an entire twenty-four hours. Just couldn’t wait to see me, huh?”
Aiden walked in, giving Emmy a quick hug before laughing at her question. “I mean what can I say? I can’t resist Emmy like you can’t resist Grayson,” he teased her, still going off the idea that Emmy was in love with her best friend. The pair had really bonded during their Meg Ryan marathon with Emmy confiding in her feelings towards a roommate, which Aiden assumed was Grayson. It wans’t that he didn’t think Winnie wasn’t someone who could be loved, but he understood how close Emmy and Grayson were so he just put two and two together.
“So, how was England? Did you bring me back a phone booth?” he teased her, really not expecting any souvenirs, just grateful that his friend made it back home safely. “Did you go see Big Ben or the Queen?”
emmycahill:
Jet lag was an awful thing. Her sleep schedule was fucked, she hadn’t yet made a move to unpack, and honestly? Her heart just wasn’t in it. She wasn’t ready to be back home, to face reality, to be Emmy again. She wanted to be back in England on that bench with Winnie. The one they said they’d never leave.
Instead, she was stretched out across the couch, back at home in Wilmington. There were still too many things she had yet to process and as the silence settled over her like a blanket she didn’t want or need, she was momentarily absolved from combing through it when she heard Aiden calling out her name from the other side of the door. Overwhelming relief met her as she made her way to the front door. Pulling it open, she let a smile that she knew probably fell a little flat pull across her features. “Aiden,” she greeted him, opening the door wider to allow him in. “Hey, come in. I haven’t even been back an entire twenty-four hours. Just couldn’t wait to see me, huh?”
Aiden walked in, giving Emmy a quick hug before laughing at her question. “I mean what can I say? I can’t resist Emmy like you can’t resist Grayson,” he teased her, still going off the idea that Emmy was in love with her best friend. The pair had really bonded during their Meg Ryan marathon with Emmy confiding in her feelings towards a roommate, which Aiden assumed was Grayson. It wans’t that he didn’t think Winnie wasn’t someone who could be loved, but he understood how close Emmy and Grayson were so he just put two and two together.
“So, how was England? Did you bring me back a phone booth?” he teased her, really not expecting any souvenirs, just grateful that his friend made it back home safely. “Did you go see Big Ben or the Queen?”
emmycahill:
It wasn’t out of the ordinary for a joke Aiden tried to make to miss its landing entirely– to be fair, his competition was pretty steep as far as Emmy was concerned– so she made a noise of acknowledgment that could have been taken as a small laugh in the back of her throat. She loved Grayson, obviously. There was just something about the way he’d said it that struck her as odd. Her brows knitted together; confusion and dismissal. “Sure.”
It wasn’t like she hadn’t been expecting questions about England, she just wasn’t ready for the tangle of feelings the memory of it seemed to conjure in an instant. “We weren’t really that close to London,” she said, almost absently, distracted by the sudden ripple in her stomach that felt as much like nausea as it did butterflies. As she opened her mouth to tell him more about it, she closed it again, realizing that most of it felt almost… sacred. They were secrets she shared with Winnie and Winnie alone, moments that felt so fragile and so important that she wanted to cradle them gently within her own mind as if speaking them aloud would risk them shattering to pieces. Instead, she focused on the other question, forcing a false lightness into her voice. “They wouldn’t let me take it through security. Can you believe that shit? I did, however, bring back a very fucked sleep schedule and a bad attitude. So, there’s that.”
Aiden took Emmy’s body language as another sign that she was indeed in love with his best friend. How he was going to tell Grayson was something he had to figure out. Aiden wasn’t the type of person to gossip but he needed Grayson to know that he was sharing his house with someone that desired to be with him. It probably would be awkward and wouldn’t end well, but bro code, he guessed.
“That’s so unfair. I’m going to call the queen and demand that she personally delivers each of us a phone booth, just for decoration reasons,” he joked. Aiden was poor with geography and didn’t know much about the map of England. “Oh, I see,” feeling bad that she had come back to England with a bad attitude. “I’m sorry to hear that. Jet lag should go away soon enough. The bad attitude might go away, depending on what caused the bad attitude,” he mentioned. “Is everything okay? Do you need to talk about something?” Aiden’s concern was growing, hoping that his friend was truly okay.
emmycahill:
It wasn’t out of the ordinary for a joke Aiden tried to make to miss its landing entirely– to be fair, his competition was pretty steep as far as Emmy was concerned– so she made a noise of acknowledgment that could have been taken as a small laugh in the back of her throat. She loved Grayson, obviously. There was just something about the way he’d said it that struck her as odd. Her brows knitted together; confusion and dismissal. “Sure.”
It wasn’t like she hadn’t been expecting questions about England, she just wasn’t ready for the tangle of feelings the memory of it seemed to conjure in an instant. “We weren’t really that close to London,” she said, almost absently, distracted by the sudden ripple in her stomach that felt as much like nausea as it did butterflies. As she opened her mouth to tell him more about it, she closed it again, realizing that most of it felt almost… sacred. They were secrets she shared with Winnie and Winnie alone, moments that felt so fragile and so important that she wanted to cradle them gently within her own mind as if speaking them aloud would risk them shattering to pieces. Instead, she focused on the other question, forcing a false lightness into her voice. “They wouldn’t let me take it through security. Can you believe that shit? I did, however, bring back a very fucked sleep schedule and a bad attitude. So, there’s that.”
Aiden took Emmy’s body language as another sign that she was indeed in love with his best friend. How he was going to tell Grayson was something he had to figure out. Aiden wasn’t the type of person to gossip but he needed Grayson to know that he was sharing his house with someone that desired to be with him. It probably would be awkward and wouldn’t end well, but bro code, he guessed.
“That’s so unfair. I’m going to call the queen and demand that she personally delivers each of us a phone booth, just for decoration reasons,” he joked. Aiden was poor with geography and didn’t know much about the map of England. “Oh, I see,” feeling bad that she had come back to England with a bad attitude. “I’m sorry to hear that. Jet lag should go away soon enough. The bad attitude might go away, depending on what caused the bad attitude,” he mentioned. “Is everything okay? Do you need to talk about something?” Aiden’s concern was growing, hoping that his friend was truly okay.
emmycahill:
It wasn’t out of the ordinary for a joke Aiden tried to make to miss its landing entirely– to be fair, his competition was pretty steep as far as Emmy was concerned– so she made a noise of acknowledgment that could have been taken as a small laugh in the back of her throat. She loved Grayson, obviously. There was just something about the way he’d said it that struck her as odd. Her brows knitted together; confusion and dismissal. “Sure.”
It wasn’t like she hadn’t been expecting questions about England, she just wasn’t ready for the tangle of feelings the memory of it seemed to conjure in an instant. “We weren’t really that close to London,” she said, almost absently, distracted by the sudden ripple in her stomach that felt as much like nausea as it did butterflies. As she opened her mouth to tell him more about it, she closed it again, realizing that most of it felt almost… sacred. They were secrets she shared with Winnie and Winnie alone, moments that felt so fragile and so important that she wanted to cradle them gently within her own mind as if speaking them aloud would risk them shattering to pieces. Instead, she focused on the other question, forcing a false lightness into her voice. “They wouldn’t let me take it through security. Can you believe that shit? I did, however, bring back a very fucked sleep schedule and a bad attitude. So, there’s that.”
Aiden took Emmy’s body language as another sign that she was indeed in love with his best friend. How he was going to tell Grayson was something he had to figure out. Aiden wasn’t the type of person to gossip but he needed Grayson to know that he was sharing his house with someone that desired to be with him. It probably would be awkward and wouldn’t end well, but bro code, he guessed.
“That’s so unfair. I’m going to call the queen and demand that she personally delivers each of us a phone booth, just for decoration reasons,” he joked. Aiden was poor with geography and didn’t know much about the map of England. “Oh, I see,” feeling bad that she had come back to England with a bad attitude. “I’m sorry to hear that. Jet lag should go away soon enough. The bad attitude might go away, depending on what caused the bad attitude,” he mentioned. “Is everything okay? Do you need to talk about something?” Aiden’s concern was growing, hoping that his friend was truly okay.
emmycahill:
It wasn’t out of the ordinary for a joke Aiden tried to make to miss its landing entirely– to be fair, his competition was pretty steep as far as Emmy was concerned– so she made a noise of acknowledgment that could have been taken as a small laugh in the back of her throat. She loved Grayson, obviously. There was just something about the way he’d said it that struck her as odd. Her brows knitted together; confusion and dismissal. “Sure.”
It wasn’t like she hadn’t been expecting questions about England, she just wasn’t ready for the tangle of feelings the memory of it seemed to conjure in an instant. “We weren’t really that close to London,” she said, almost absently, distracted by the sudden ripple in her stomach that felt as much like nausea as it did butterflies. As she opened her mouth to tell him more about it, she closed it again, realizing that most of it felt almost… sacred. They were secrets she shared with Winnie and Winnie alone, moments that felt so fragile and so important that she wanted to cradle them gently within her own mind as if speaking them aloud would risk them shattering to pieces. Instead, she focused on the other question, forcing a false lightness into her voice. “They wouldn’t let me take it through security. Can you believe that shit? I did, however, bring back a very fucked sleep schedule and a bad attitude. So, there’s that.”
Aiden took Emmy’s body language as another sign that she was indeed in love with his best friend. How he was going to tell Grayson was something he had to figure out. Aiden wasn’t the type of person to gossip but he needed Grayson to know that he was sharing his house with someone that desired to be with him. It probably would be awkward and wouldn’t end well, but bro code, he guessed.
“That’s so unfair. I’m going to call the queen and demand that she personally delivers each of us a phone booth, just for decoration reasons,” he joked. Aiden was poor with geography and didn’t know much about the map of England. “Oh, I see,” feeling bad that she had come back to England with a bad attitude. “I’m sorry to hear that. Jet lag should go away soon enough. The bad attitude might go away, depending on what caused the bad attitude,” he mentioned. “Is everything okay? Do you need to talk about something?” Aiden’s concern was growing, hoping that his friend was truly okay.
emmycahill:
Truthfully, Emmy hadn’t really thought she’d given enough information at all for Aiden to be jumping to conclusions. The first time they’d spoken, her feelings for Winnie had been nothing but grains of sand. And now that it felt like a whole beach, she felt less inclined to talk about it than she had before. Honestly, she had no idea he’d even remember. Or that he’d be so incredibly wrong about it.
Emmy laughed a little despite herself. “You do that and let me know how it goes. Making demands of the queen should go over really nicely, I’d imagine.” The look on Aiden’s face as he apologized for her bad attitude was actually kind of hilarious. He’d been mostly spared from her outbursts– one of so few she could probably count them on a single hand. “Aiden, it’s fine. I’m fine. ‘Bad attitude’ is my setting, I live here.” Did she need to talk about something? Probably, yes. Did she want to? Very much no. “Did you come here to finally tell me you’ve realized the error of your ways and romcoms are definitely top tier entertainment? With Meg Ryan as their reigning queen?”
“I mean, I’m homies with the queen, what are you trying to say? Meghan and Harry are my besties,” he joked around. He was sure that calling two members of the royal family by their first names was against the rules. “Well, I guess Meghan and Harry aren’t royalty anymore or something right?” Aiden had very minimum knowledge about the British hierarchy and to be frank, he didn’t really understand the whole having a queen or whatever.
“Yeah, but you know sometimes it’s nice to have a good attitude,” he tried to lighten the mood, hoping that it would at least bring somewhat of a smile to her face. “No, I definitely did not come here to say any of that. In fact, I have a bone to pick with you about the movies. I don’t know why girls cry over it. It’s so predictable that the two main characters will fall in love. Nicholas Sparks is no romcom genius, let me tell you that much,” he criticized the movies, only admitting to liking it when Emmy had come over a couple months ago. “Can’t I just come over and hang out with one of my favorite people?”
emmycahill:
Truthfully, Emmy hadn’t really thought she’d given enough information at all for Aiden to be jumping to conclusions. The first time they’d spoken, her feelings for Winnie had been nothing but grains of sand. And now that it felt like a whole beach, she felt less inclined to talk about it than she had before. Honestly, she had no idea he’d even remember. Or that he’d be so incredibly wrong about it.
Emmy laughed a little despite herself. “You do that and let me know how it goes. Making demands of the queen should go over really nicely, I’d imagine.” The look on Aiden’s face as he apologized for her bad attitude was actually kind of hilarious. He’d been mostly spared from her outbursts– one of so few she could probably count them on a single hand. “Aiden, it’s fine. I’m fine. ‘Bad attitude’ is my setting, I live here.” Did she need to talk about something? Probably, yes. Did she want to? Very much no. “Did you come here to finally tell me you’ve realized the error of your ways and romcoms are definitely top tier entertainment? With Meg Ryan as their reigning queen?”
“I mean, I’m homies with the queen, what are you trying to say? Meghan and Harry are my besties,” he joked around. He was sure that calling two members of the royal family by their first names was against the rules. “Well, I guess Meghan and Harry aren’t royalty anymore or something right?” Aiden had very minimum knowledge about the British hierarchy and to be frank, he didn’t really understand the whole having a queen or whatever.
“Yeah, but you know sometimes it’s nice to have a good attitude,” he tried to lighten the mood, hoping that it would at least bring somewhat of a smile to her face. “No, I definitely did not come here to say any of that. In fact, I have a bone to pick with you about the movies. I don’t know why girls cry over it. It’s so predictable that the two main characters will fall in love. Nicholas Sparks is no romcom genius, let me tell you that much,” he criticized the movies, only admitting to liking it when Emmy had come over a couple months ago. “Can’t I just come over and hang out with one of my favorite people?”
emmycahill:
Emmy’s confusion was written plainly across her face. She knew next to nothing about the royal family and their politics. She didn’t make it a point to know the happenings of Hollywood– or by extension anyone remotely famous– so Aiden was talking nonsense as far as she was concerned.
She briefly wondered if that was how he felt about the movies she made him watch.
“So, here’s a shocker: I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about.” She shrugged, opening her mouth to say something else when he said he had a bone to pick with her about her movies. Her mouth snapped closed and she folded her arms across her chest, a single eyebrow ticked as she prepared herself for a rebuttal. Her lips twitched, itching to grin even a little. “First of all, have you ever seen me cry? Especially after watching a movie? No. And can they be predictable? Most of the time, yeah. I don’t know about you, but life is pretty awful and unpredictable. It’s refreshing to follow that bored formula sometimes.” Another shrug. “To know things work out in the end? I’m good with that.”
She dropped her folded arms to her side and tilted her head at him. She wasn’t sure how his sunny personality could be at all drawn to her, but it felt kind of nice that it was. She smiled, a small upward curve to the corners of her mouth. “You can. I was thinking about making some pizza rolls, you want some?”
Aiden’s understanding of the British royalty stemmed from his mother’s obsession with Princess Diana when he was younger. Though now, he didn’t really care much, except for the fact that he was happy that Prince Harry did what was best for his wife and child after so much media scrutiny.
“It’s okay, British royalty or royalty anywhere is confusing. To be honest, I have a hard time figuring out our own government. There are a ridiculous amount of people in power, but yet most of them fail to do anything good for our society,” he complained. He hated to say it, but Emmy wasn’t like most girls, but maybe he was being rude and putting Emmy into the box of typical girls that cried at movies.
“Okay, well, you got me there, good point. I mean, I don’t know. I guess it is nice that most of the time it works out. I guess I’m cynical and think that that isn’t how life works, that there is no such thing as a true happy ending because something tragic will happen and ruin you,” he said, forgetting the fact that he and Emmy had yet to have a conversation about his family and his life back in California.
“How could I ever say no to pizza rolls? Do you need help?”
emmycahill:
Emmy’s confusion was written plainly across her face. She knew next to nothing about the royal family and their politics. She didn’t make it a point to know the happenings of Hollywood– or by extension anyone remotely famous– so Aiden was talking nonsense as far as she was concerned.
She briefly wondered if that was how he felt about the movies she made him watch.
“So, here’s a shocker: I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about.” She shrugged, opening her mouth to say something else when he said he had a bone to pick with her about her movies. Her mouth snapped closed and she folded her arms across her chest, a single eyebrow ticked as she prepared herself for a rebuttal. Her lips twitched, itching to grin even a little. “First of all, have you ever seen me cry? Especially after watching a movie? No. And can they be predictable? Most of the time, yeah. I don’t know about you, but life is pretty awful and unpredictable. It’s refreshing to follow that bored formula sometimes.” Another shrug. “To know things work out in the end? I’m good with that.”
She dropped her folded arms to her side and tilted her head at him. She wasn’t sure how his sunny personality could be at all drawn to her, but it felt kind of nice that it was. She smiled, a small upward curve to the corners of her mouth. “You can. I was thinking about making some pizza rolls, you want some?”
Aiden’s understanding of the British royalty stemmed from his mother’s obsession with Princess Diana when he was younger. Though now, he didn’t really care much, except for the fact that he was happy that Prince Harry did what was best for his wife and child after so much media scrutiny.
“It’s okay, British royalty or royalty anywhere is confusing. To be honest, I have a hard time figuring out our own government. There are a ridiculous amount of people in power, but yet most of them fail to do anything good for our society,” he complained. He hated to say it, but Emmy wasn’t like most girls, but maybe he was being rude and putting Emmy into the box of typical girls that cried at movies.
“Okay, well, you got me there, good point. I mean, I don’t know. I guess it is nice that most of the time it works out. I guess I’m cynical and think that that isn’t how life works, that there is no such thing as a true happy ending because something tragic will happen and ruin you,” he said, forgetting the fact that he and Emmy had yet to have a conversation about his family and his life back in California.
“How could I ever say no to pizza rolls? Do you need help?”
emmycahill:
Emmy’s confusion was written plainly across her face. She knew next to nothing about the royal family and their politics. She didn’t make it a point to know the happenings of Hollywood– or by extension anyone remotely famous– so Aiden was talking nonsense as far as she was concerned.
She briefly wondered if that was how he felt about the movies she made him watch.
“So, here’s a shocker: I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about.” She shrugged, opening her mouth to say something else when he said he had a bone to pick with her about her movies. Her mouth snapped closed and she folded her arms across her chest, a single eyebrow ticked as she prepared herself for a rebuttal. Her lips twitched, itching to grin even a little. “First of all, have you ever seen me cry? Especially after watching a movie? No. And can they be predictable? Most of the time, yeah. I don’t know about you, but life is pretty awful and unpredictable. It’s refreshing to follow that bored formula sometimes.” Another shrug. “To know things work out in the end? I’m good with that.”
She dropped her folded arms to her side and tilted her head at him. She wasn’t sure how his sunny personality could be at all drawn to her, but it felt kind of nice that it was. She smiled, a small upward curve to the corners of her mouth. “You can. I was thinking about making some pizza rolls, you want some?”
Aiden’s understanding of the British royalty stemmed from his mother’s obsession with Princess Diana when he was younger. Though now, he didn’t really care much, except for the fact that he was happy that Prince Harry did what was best for his wife and child after so much media scrutiny.
“It’s okay, British royalty or royalty anywhere is confusing. To be honest, I have a hard time figuring out our own government. There are a ridiculous amount of people in power, but yet most of them fail to do anything good for our society,” he complained. He hated to say it, but Emmy wasn’t like most girls, but maybe he was being rude and putting Emmy into the box of typical girls that cried at movies.
“Okay, well, you got me there, good point. I mean, I don’t know. I guess it is nice that most of the time it works out. I guess I’m cynical and think that that isn’t how life works, that there is no such thing as a true happy ending because something tragic will happen and ruin you,” he said, forgetting the fact that he and Emmy had yet to have a conversation about his family and his life back in California.
“How could I ever say no to pizza rolls? Do you need help?”