Haunted

"I need to move on." - UNEDITED

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"It was insane!" Aiden wasn't sure Justin completely understood how crazy the scene at his bachelor party had been. "Dad, I'm telling you, I thought this was a death match, right? But just as Joel's about to hit Luke, like just millimeters from his face, BAM!"

"Aiden," Chelsea jumped.

"Sorry, boo," Aiden glanced at her. She was painting her nails and his outburst had caused her to slip.

"Bam what?" Justin asked.

"Wes comes out of nowhere and knocks Joel to the ground," Aiden picked up the nail polish remover and a cotton ball. "He totally took the hit for Luke. And so Joel's all "ahh sorry babe" and Wes is like "go home Joel.""

"They don't even sound like that," Chelsea rolled her eyes. She said that every time Aiden tried to imitate someone's voice.

"So Wes takes Joel outside, and we're inside losing our minds," Aiden made a face at Chelsea and started cleaning the polish off her skin where he'd made her mess up. "I like this color," he decided.

"Aiden! Focus!" Justin was on the other end of the phone.

"Anyway Luke is just standing there staring at the door and I'm thinking he's gonna pull some laser eye shit or like kirk out and bust the door down so I try to get up but of course I've had like 90 shots so I'm not going anywhere, right?" Aiden was pretty sure he hadn't even exaggerated that part. "I'm telling you, it felt like 100 years passed before Wes came back in and he's alone and he and Luke just go flying at each other and it's like full on just seconds until one of them flips the other over and starts doing him right there, you know?"

"Oh shit!" Justin gasped.

"That's what I said!" Aiden went on. "I swear, I thought we were about to be in the middle of some like national geographic territorial battle porn sequence. Have you seen two guys make out? It's like you can't tell if they like it or if they're about to eat each other."

"I did raise Maddox, yes," Justin laughed. "It's not exactly like that all the time though."

"Well it was that night," Aiden insisted. "And then they just disappear, right through the doors and we have no idea if they're fucking or disemboweling each other or what."

"That was an unfortunate choice of words," Chelsea snorted.

"So what happened next?" Justin asked.

"The next day I wake up and Luke sends me some bullshit text about how Wes can't walk," Aiden said. "Well, I thought it was bullshit cause I figure they're just trying to keep fucking all day but," Aiden paused, trying to keep from laughing and ruining the story. "This is the best part," he could see Chelsea was already smiling cause she knew what was coming next. "Late that afternoon I get this text from Luke that he and Wes are finally coming back from the hospital because, get this, whatever they did when they were fucking the night before actually tore a muscle in Wes's leg."

"No way," Justin breathed.

"Yes!" Aiden cracked up. "He has to have surgery next week to fix it! Can you imagine?"

"Damn, I've had wild sex in my life but I've never ended up in the ER for it," Justin said.

"Uh, yeah," Aiden let that comment slide past him. "Me neither, obviously. Pretty sure that's a good thing."