*unedited*
A loud ringing bounced around the once silent room.
Aiden's eyes peeking open as he lets out a low groan, having been woken up before he had any plans to do so.
Snathing the annoying device from the bedside table, the boy answered without care, "What."
"Is that any way to talk to your mother?"
At the woman's voice, Aiden is snapped awake.
"Sorry, mom," he squeaks out, hopping out of bed and stretching his stiff body.
"It's fine. Anyways I called to tell you I'm coming home," Missy signs, sounds of shuffling coming from her end.
At her words, the boy freezes mid-step.
His heart hammering against his ribcage.
She was supposed to be gone for a few more months, he was supposed to be able to be with Blake without having to work around his mother for the next few months.
Clearing his throat, the teen steadied himself once again, "Okay, so when should you be back?"
His mother hummed for a moment, "Wednesday around 4 I think, I'm not too sure yet."
"Sounds good, but why are you even coming back so early?" Aiden questions, waking down the stairs and to the kitchen to make something to eat.
"Mr.Lisk called yesterday during my lunch, going on about how he needed me to come back to the states and that I was no longer needed for the trip. But I don't really know, I've been working with that bloke since he took the position of CEO one thing I know is that he is impulsive and doesn't give a flying fuck about others, even if he runs an entertainment company,"
A familiar sensation poked at his chest, but it was quickly drowned away by too hot coffee.
"Alright mom, I'll see you when you get home. I have plans with Kassity, I'll talk to you later."
"Okay Aiden, love you."
"You too mom."
The line went dead and the phone was soon powered off and abandoned on the dining room table.
Everything from the past week filtering through the boy's speaking mind.
Payton's lurking around town, god knows where.
Blake has his family problems to sort out without an annoying little teen hanging around.
And now his mother was returning long before she was due, so no more free rain of everything.
Aiden burned his tongue as he gulped his coffee, cringing at the heat but ignoring it.
He left the empty mug on the counter, marching back up the stairs and to his room.
Stripping out of the clothes he slept in, the teen puts on a loose gray jumper that shows off his collar bones and acid washed skinny jeans with rips at the knees.
Digging out an old pair of combat boots e puts them on, grabbing his wallet and keys before leaving the house altogether.
His boots move along the sidewalk and to the mall just a few streets away.
On a Sunday afternoon, there are mainly teenagers around, walking here and there, in and out of various shops.
Slowing his pace, Aiden just wonders around, looking at different stores and display cases.
Entering a more feminine clothing store, the teen looks around the sweaters and less frilly and flashy shirts, nothing really piquing any interest.
