Chapter Two
“Who knew, that me and you, we’d be popping these bottles full of grey goose, you say you’re a model baby, me too…”
“What the hell is that?!” I shouted, entering my cracker box bedroom.
“U-um it-it’s Mike Posner. S-Single and Drunk.” Maxwell stuttered, turning the music down. I grunted and flopped down onto my bed. The pillow smelt like white flowers and I vaguely remembered Mrs. Chloe saying something about washing them. “What kind of music do you l-listen to?” I rolled my head to face him.
“Why would you need to know?” He stuttered something and looked down at his hands. He was really pale.
“I just thought m-maybe we’d have s-something in co-common.”
“Well, we won’t. So shut up.” I rolled back over and closed my eyes. I heard Maxwell sniff and the bed springs creek. I sighed heavily and rolled back over.
Maxwell was laying in bed, clutching that damn teddy bear of his life it would save him. “How old are you anyways?”
“S-Sixteen,”
“Well, you act like you’re six.” He did this little thing that sounded like him choking on air. “Don’t start again,” I sat up. This kid was so fucking annoying!
“Why are you so mean?”
“Why are you such a baby?” I shut off the lamp and went to sleep.
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“School!” Mrs. Chole yelled.
“Screw…you,” I mumbled into my pillow.
“A-Aiden,” someone whispered, touching me “it’s time to get up.” Lesson 1: Never, ever, EVER try to get me up in the morning.
“Are you okay, deary?” Chole asked Maxwell, who was holding a bag of frozen peas to his nose. He nodded.
“Aiden Westchier! Why would you do that?! What a warm welcome! Why I oughta…” Chole lectured. I leaned against the wall and rolled my eyes.
“Why I oughta, I oughta take away T.V. for a whole week! I oughta get rid of that blasted iPod of yours!” I mimicked. She wouldn’t do a damn thing about that. She, along with the other workers, wouldn’t do anything to upset me. Four years in one place and they grow a soft spot for ya. Too bad the feeling’s not mutual.
“Can I go to school now? It is an important part of life ya know. Almost as important as breakfast.” I said dryly.
She sighed. “Fine Aiden, go to school. Take Maxwell with you.”
I snorted, “Okay. I’ll take the kid with me,” I yanked his arm so hard he yelped.
“Aiden!” I rolled my eyes and headed out the door, the kid in tow.
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Poor Little Orphan Boy
Teen FictionAiden lost his parents when he was only a kid. Now, four years later, Aiden is still in the same orphange he was sent to as a young teen. He is convinced the only way to live is alone, and that living isn't all that great. But a new boy shows up: Ma...
