Lover Boys / Disventure camp, James x Aiden /

I Miss You

James walks through the terminal doors with his luggage and onto the street outside. It's late afternoon and the sun is shining brightly. He breathes deeply, taking in the fresh air and feeling relaxed for the first time since he got off the plane.

As James walks across the parking lot, he sees his own car sitting in front of him. He smiles as he remembers the drive over from the Airport. The familiar sights of his city, makes him feel safe and happy. He also felt extremely homesick, no matter how much he loved being on the show. He planned to take a deep rest. He opens the door and climbs inside, starting up the engine. James sat behind the wheel, staring out into the cityscape of Los Angeles, while he drove through the traffic. LA was as busy as ever.

Luckily James didn't live in the city of LA. He lived an hour away, somewhat in well populated town. Wasn't too much people, wasn't too less. Even though it felt oddly surreal driving back in the streets of LA, he was glad he was back home. He wanted Aiden to be there with him.

When stopped at a red light, James looked over to see two drunk guys fighting. One of the men's asscrack was showing. James sighed, looking away as he laughed towards people's stupidity. "Good to be back..."

As he navigated the streets towards his house, he noticed the way the sunlight danced on the tallest trees in a way he hadn't before. James listened to music as he got closer to his house. Aiden's playlist to be exact. Aiden's playlist played through his speakers, acting as a comforting companion on his drive. He had made James a playlist back at disventure camp. It reminded him of the times Aiden and James had together.

James's mind drifted to his time spent with Aiden , a mix of both good and bad memories surfaced, but the playlist was a reminder of the good ones. He tapped his fingers against the steering wheel to the beat of the music, feeling a sense of nostalgia wash over him. Aiden's music taste definitely wore off on James, as he found himself listening to emo punk music.

James finally arrived home to his luxurious house, located in one of the most exclusive neighborhoods in Los Angeles. He parked his car in the garage with relief, grateful to be back in his sanctuary. He hauled his luggage to a corner of the garage and entered the laundry room, where he promptly unloaded the contents of his suitcases into the washing machine to clean them.

Next, he headed upstairs to his bedroom, grabbing clean clothes from the closet on his way. After stripping out of his travel-stained clothes, he entered the spacious master bathroom attached to his bedroom, turning on the shower and letting the hot water give him a sense of relief and comfort. The steam enveloped him, clearing his mind and refreshing his body after being on a plane for a couple of hours. He grabbed his favorite shampoo and lathered up his hair, letting the scent give him an extra layer of relaxation.

As the water streamed over him, cascading down his body, James closed his eyes and focused on the soothing sound of the drops hitting the tiled floor. The pressure of the water was just perfect, and he stayed there for a while, washing off all the stress of the day he had, he missed Aiden desperately. After finishing his shower, James toweled himself dry and wrapped the towel around his waist before proceeding out of the bathroom and into his bedroom. He walked over to his closet and, taking a deep breath, he took a look at his neatly arranged clothes. James had always been someone who took pride in his appearance, even if he was alone in his own room.

He placed his towel onto the bed and began to carefully select his outfit for the rest of the day. After considering several options, he went with his favorite T shirt and a pair of comfortable sweatpants. As he got dressed, he began to mentally prepare himself for the work that lay ahead of him. He had a large amount of emails to reply to, unpack his luggage, and ultimately have to get on social media again, considering it was his job.