When the Rain Falls

concordia discords

3.

{for rose for being phenomenal and british and creating the elliots}

Aiden's pissed. Aiden doesn't get angry often. In fact, it's only happened a grand total of three times – including this incident. None of which Aiden is very willing to dwell on.

            Being a generally and genuinely happy person, Aiden doesn't typically meet someone he doesn't like. Well, that's not completely true. There are plenty of people Aiden doesn't like but never has someone infuriated him as the girl did, except for the aforementioned other two times.

            It isn't even because she slapped him, although that definitely didn't help her case. It's partly the fact that she'd been so...so...so...ugh! She'd just been infuriatingly rude and infuriatingly stupid and infuriatingly ungrateful. She didn't even care about her brother for God's sake! Aiden had been nothing but kind and helpful but what does he get in return? What was it again? Oh, yeah, a nice, lovely slap across the face. And let's not forget the red mark (which, admittedly, was fading, but still) left behind as a souvenir.

It's been a little over a day sine Aiden's last seen Delia, but he's still reeling. Even his aunt and uncle pick up on his anger, his aunt hasn't come to his room once to pester him since he got home and his uncle hasn't even yelled at him yet. It's a refreshing change, Aiden thinks. He should be angry more often.

Anyway, Aiden's been up in his room, only occasionally coming out for the essentials like food and water and, of course, to shit. Aiden knows he's being petty and pathetic, but he needs his space from humanity right now.

Yesterday, after Delia walked away (like a coward, Aiden thinks), Aiden stood there for a good five minutes, hand gently pressed to his cheek in shock. Before he turned to walk home, he called out a loud "Fuck you, Delia! I hope you never find your fucking brother!" Of course, she could not hear him. She'd been long gone, swept away and lost in the sea of people walking the streets of New York in the cold September rain.

Aiden returned to his house the way a bitter, pouting teenager might. Aiden totally skipped the angst-filled, bitter, self-pitying teenager phase even though he had plenty to be bitter about, so this came as quite a shock to his aunt and uncle, hence their awkward behavior. He's been this way for about a day now, as formerly mentioned.

Aiden huffs angrily, another thought of Delia flitting through his mind. He tries hard not to think about her which, as many people have discovered, only results in him thinking more about her and it's all so frustrating. Finally, he gives in to his mind and lets his thoughts wander to Delia. Thinking of her, of course, makes Aiden angry. His thoughts play out a little like this:

 The nerve! She'd been so rude (and so hot, a nagging voice says in the back of his head. Aiden ignores this.)

She'd accepted his help (with a flip of her soft (Aiden assumes) long hair and big, brown eyes, the voice adds) and then not done a thing herself.

He'd been a gentleman, offering her his sweatshirt (to keep her gorgeous body warm) and she'd only pointed out that she didn't want it without any thanks for the offer at all.

 And even after all that, Aiden still helped her (how could he resist such an attractive, soaking wet girl?) and she'd let him wander around looking for a child he didn't even know making a fool of himself, only to give up.

If she didn't care enough to find her brother, why did she bother asking for help in the first place? (Actually, you offered to help.)

Shut up!

Aiden's weekend consists of many similar internally conflicting conversations.

sorry this was so short, next chapter is longer. 

xoxo, stay gold

jules