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i ♤ Jaiden

Amuse Me (you'll get the joke sooner or later)
SHIP: M!Jesse x Aiden

Aiden stared blankly at his blank book, his mind cleared of stress. He tensed; being a writer was hard. It often was horrible because he ran out of ideas a lot. He'd only written one or two books now, and they were both about Jesse and his friends on adventures. The brunet's little wooden cabin was cozy and quiet enough for him to think clearly, yes, but he had no muse. That was the only problem. Almost every writer had a muse to live off of, even demolitionists like Axel and engineers like Olivia. He had to find a muse this summer, no matter what. Losing inspiration like this was annoying and nerve-wrecking, making that stressful bundle of nerves pop up over and over.

Aiden sighed and closed the book, laying his head on his hand. He let his mind wander for a bit, relaxing his joints from repeated writing and scratching.

"Still having trouble finding inspiration?", the author jumped, swiveling in his chair and looking behind himself. Jesse stood there, an eyebrow raised. " Wh-when did you get in here? Did Reginald let you in?", Aiden questioned, standing up with his quill behind his ear. He tugged nervously on his green turtleneck, eyeing the other brunet closely.

Jesse chuckled, "You could say that. I didn't mean to scare you." He held his hands up in defense. "No its fine. I haven't got a lick of imagination either, so I guess inspiration is going to be out of my reach for a while."

Jesse tapped his watch, blinking, "Maybe you could write about yourself. Have you tried?" Aiden furrowed his eyebrows, frowning, "Oh yeah. Like writing about how I bullied people, almost killed a pet, destroyed a whole city, and hurt and killed people? Yes, greatest idea ever."

Jesse blinked once more, rolling his eyes. "I'm going to take that as a no. Besides, while you're being sarcastic, there are some that are way worse off than you. You're going to have to write an autobiography soon, or have someone write one for you ya' know."

"I know, but its hard to find a muse! No one has the characteristics I'm looking for!"

"No one?"

"No one."

Jesse hummed, placing his hands on his hips. "Well, I would help you, but my time is limited. I gotta get back to Lukas soon."

Aiden raised an eyebrow, "Why?"

The emerald-eyed boy stared at him strangely, as if trying to find out why he would ask that. He cleared his throat, "He has a fever. I promised him I would get some herbal herbs, get back, and make him some tea to clear out the sickness."

"Why do I feel like you're lying?"

"Pfft, what? You're probably just over thinking things."

"You're lying."

"Your point is?", Jesse asked, a smirk appearing on his face.

Aiden scoffed. " If you aren't here to help me, then why are you here?"

"Fine. Fine. I'll get out. But just gain a muse for me, eh?"

"Alright. I'll try.", Aiden fiddled with his sleeves, Jesse stepping out of the house and leaving.

Maybe Jesse should be my muse. He does have a flexible personality after all. Passionate one minute, smug the other.

Aiden smiled, a small blush appearing across his face. Gain a muse for me, eh?

"I might just have."