About a month after he moved-
"Aaron, darling! Come down for dinner!"
"Coming, ma. Just finishing this math equation." In reality, he wasn't. He wasn't doing anything but sitting on his bed and staring at the opposite wall with his math book open and not a single page written in. There were large boxes lined up against it that he had not yet bothered to sort through and arrange around his room.
"Aaron come down please, before the food gets cold!"
"Alright I'm coming ma." He got up reluctantly, pausing for a moment to rake his fingers through his hair before continuing his pursuit downstairs. He opened his door that had a fairly large Cork board on it with pictures of him and his friends pinned up on it, although the majority of them were of him and Michael on different dates they'd went on. It was the only thing in his room that had some order to it.
He opened the door and lazily closed it behind him. His hands were in the pockets and his back was slouched ever so slightly. He walked down the hallway, trying to remember the layout of his family's new place. He took a few wrong turns before getting to the slightly more familiar foyer and then found his way to the kitchens from there.
"Would you like any help Jazmin?" He asked one of the new maids that was serving his family. All of the maids were well paid and were provided anything they needed, be it food, housing, or even help paying off medical bills.
"That would be very nice of you, Mr. Jones."
Please, call me Aaron."
"Of course, Aaron." He smiled at her and grabbed some of the plates from her arm and helped her through the kitchen door.
"Noah, what in god's creation are you wearing?! And why are you helping the maids? It is their job to serve us!" An older woman with light grey hair said. Aaron frowned and focused his attention on placing the plates down in front of his parents and grandparents. Once everything was set, Jazmin scurried off back to the kitchen. Aaron's expression saddened by this. he would talk to her later and apologize for his grandmother's harsh words.
The adults in the room started casual conversation. Aaron tried to stay out of it. He succeeded for the most part.
"So, Noah, what is going on with your... woodworking classes?" His grandmother asked. "I never understood the appeal to them," she mumbled. "And good God, sit up straighter!" Aaron glanced up ath her, ignoring her nagging.
"They're good, and I've told you before that I prefer Aaron."
His grandmother, displeased with his answer, frowned and continued conversation with his parents.
After a while, Aaron excused himself from the table and went up to his room.
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A while later, he heard a knock on the door.
"Come in."
His mother poked her head through the door before opening the door a little more and stepped in.
"Hey Aaron," she said leaning up against the door frame. He glanced up at her."Your grandparents left," he didn't look up, only responding in a small grunt. His mother looked at him before slowly walking towards the foot of his bed and sitting down.
"Is this about Michael?" she asked softly.
Aaron looked up, "yeah." She pursed her lips in thought.
"Do you want to go see him again?" He looked up, a hopeful glint in his eyes. "I'll take that as a yes," She said, her lips stretching into a kind smile and her eyebrows arching downward slightly.
"Pack a bag, I'll get our driver- Jim I think his name was- to bring you there. Please be safe."
Aaron nodded, getting up off the bed and hugging his mother tightly. "Thank you."
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Lem.
