Don't Threaten Me With A Good Time

Chapter Four

Oh. Oh. Oh.

Spencer waves Aaron goodbye and Aaron watches him disappear into the building before he gets back into the cab and pays the driver.

He gets out briefly and closes the door behind him. The cab drives off shortly and Aaron watches as it gets lost in the busy, Las Vegas traffic.

Aaron stands at the curb, still attempting to process what had occurred.

"It takes the average man between 90 seconds and four minutes to realize that a woman is flirting with him,"

Spencer had said.

Aaron feels embarrassed. Spencer had probably been flirting since the beginning but Aaron hadn't noticed at all. The thing was, Aaron doesn't feel humiliated or even remotely angry. He feels embarrassed.

"You are the most heterosexual male I've ever met,"

Spencer had said.

Had Aaron accidentally gone on a date with Spencer? All the behaviour Spencer had been displaying hit Aaron like a train. It was almost exactly what a woman did. Flirt. With him. It is an utter shock. This was (probably) the first time a man had ever flirt with him. Should he be flattered? He doesn't know how to react. It is not awkward, was not awkward, though. It is a strange thing to think about. He doesn't even know what to think. Is it funny? Probably.

He grins. And starts towards the garage.

It is funny. He plays the events with Spencer over again in his mind as he walks.

Aaron giving Spencer his card was most likely an accidental invitation. The awkward complimenting a flirt, along with the impressive 'magic trick.' The lift observations a realisation. But why did Spencer proceed to tour him around for four miles?

Aaron searches himself for the keys and pulls them out of his right front slack pocket along with his Motorola flip phone. He flips it open when he reads the front, small screen. Two missed calls from Haley.

He quickly hits the green call button on her contact name and presses the unlock button on the keys, instantly finding the silver Honda.

He opens the drivers door and gets in as the familiar voice picks up.

"I've been calling," she says and Aaron closes the door.

"I know, I'm sorry, I was-"

"Busy? When aren't you busy, Aaron?"

Aaron gulps.

"Anyway, I was just calling because Jessica insisted. Are you home?"

"No, why? Is everything all right?" Aaron asks. He sounds too stressed for his own good. It doesn't make him credible.

"Fine. I just wanted to go pick up some things if you don't mind."

"Not at all, I'm on my way now, you shouldn't have to tell me you're getting things, I'll leave as soon as I pack." Aaron says, nervous as he revs the engine.

"Oh. Okay," is all Haley says.

"I uh- I miss you. And Jack."

"Goodbye, Aaron."

Click.

Aaron keeps the phone held to his ear for a moment longer before shutting it. He feels his eyes water and tosses the phone on the passengers seat. The moisture quickly disappears and he puts the car into drive before exiting the seemingly vacant garage.

All that is happening with Haley feels so angst. What is it he dreads so much? That he'll miss the smell of her hair during cuddles? Her feather-light fingers tracing over him after they've had sex? Or perhaps her laugh, her smile and her attitude. Her personality. His son. Their son. And his little hands and his little feet and his little nose. And his cute confused whines right before he starts crying. And the fact that he won't be there to raise him. This was all surely inevitable. He had been avoiding this topic in his mind for days and now it has caught up to him. And now he is alone. And now he doesn't now what to do. Besides self-loathe.