*unedited*
"What are you doing here?" Aiden asks, confused as to why Blake was outside his house at this time.
The man spent his Sunday evenings doing last minute paperwork locked away in his office at home, not out and about.
Dressed in casual jeans and black v-neck, the man still looked perfect to the younger.
"You weren't answering so I came by hoping something wasn't wrong," Blake says, reaching a hand out to the smaller male that melted under his touch.
"Sorry, I was at the mall all day with Kassity and left my phone at home," the teen explains with a tight smile.
He knew he couldn't tell Blake who he was with, even though nothing happened between himself and Peyton.
The older nods and looks at the bags still in the teen's hands, believing every word from the younger.
"Wanna come in for a bit? I have to put these away," Aiden offers, pointing at his house.
With a nod, the two enter the house and while the older looks around the younger quickly stuff everything away in his room.
"Cute," a deep voice chuckles from the doorway, causing the teen to blush as he closes his dresser.
"Shut up," he pouts, walking to the man and ushering him back downstairs to the living room.
The two settle on the couch as a random drama plays on the tv despite no one paying it any attention.
"How was the family dinner?" Aiden asks giving into the sturring curiosity in his gut to ask.
Blake doesn't answer right away but he diverts his eyes from Aiden's, "It was okay. Mother was pleased I was there, and it was nice to see my brothers even if they were only there for a little while."
Humming in response, the boy plays with the hand that was resting on his thigh originally, "Anything significant happen?"
They both knew what the younger meant.
But the questioner regretted even asking when his lover takes his hand away and sits a bit straighter, "I was approached by marriage offers."
Aiden watches the man through his lashes, praying this isn't going where he thinks it is.
"And I accepted one."
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Wednesday rolled around and the teen found himself waiting at his cities airport for his mother.
The faint smell of alcohol on his breath wasn't enough for anyone to pick up on, but the effects it came with were still weighing on the teen's body.
Accompanied by dark rings under his eyes from lack of sleep.
"Aiden!" a female voice called, snapping the teen's gaze up to his mother that was smiling wide as she walked his way.
"Mom," the teen sighs, wrapping his arms around the woman, just realizing how much he needed her.
"Jeez kid, I missed you too," Missy laughs, returning the embrace.
It was rare for the two to share such affection, but Aiden needed his mother even though he could never tell her exactly why.
After Blake gave the news to the teen about his possible future marriage Aiden unwrapped himself from the man and made him leave.
Not shedding a single tear until he heard the car drive away and it was only a single tear that took everything with it as it slid down the boy's cheek.
After that he just sipped wine and watched movies for hours and hours until Kassity finally showed Monday after school with a sheepish Emilia being dragged along.
Aiden didn't speak a word of what happened despite wanting to take refuge in the two even though he didn't know Emilia well she was still a kind person and showed her concern with her soft eyes.
He had skipped school the whole week, convincing his mother how he'd been too sick to leave home which wasn't hard because the boy was starting to look death.
By the next week, Aiden was getting annoyed with himself and how week he felt.
The endless cycle of the fake love and the very real pain that comes with it, so on next Monday morning Aiden resurrects himself and drags his tired body to school.
"Look whose alive," Kassity grins as Aiden shuffles through the front gates of the school, his hair combed, dressed in light jeans and a gray hoodie.
Emilia slaps her arm, sending a knowing look to the blonde, "Go easy on him Kass."
Nodding the two wait as the boy approaches, "Hey," he greets his voice sounding normal aside from a faint scratchiness.
Emilia hands over her class notes to Aiden, for help catching back up.
"Thanks," Aiden says giving a faint smile, though it didn't reach his eyes.
The three sat on a bench waiting for the first bell to ring, Aiden with his nose buried in a book he pulled out of his bag and Kassity stealing looks at the quiet male.
She knew whatever happened had something to do with Blake, though she'd wait to get the whole story before declaring war on the businessman.
The day ticked by like a dumb clock, slow.
By the end of the day, Aiden had accommodated thick packets from each of his classes but knew it was the result of his actions the last week.
Marching straight home the teen locked himself away in his room again but this time to tackle his work, working through it all one problem at a time which wasn't as bad as he figured it was going to be.
Around 6 Aiden heard the front door open as well as his mother's voice but she wasn't alone.
"It's really no problem, it's just one meal in return for lunch," the mother's bright voice chirped, echoing through the house and to the confused son.
Tentatively sliding off his messy bed and out the door, Aiden peaked around the corner at the bottom of the stairs, not seeing anyone yet.
Being forced to go further into the house the teen pulls his hood over his head and tugs at his sleeves, taking the necessary steps to enter the kitchen.
In front of the stove stood his mother that was preheating a skillet with oil and at the counter sat a man the teen had never seen before his blonde hair was pulled into a ponytail while his back faced the boy.
Missy turned around noticing her son, "Oh Aiden, this is Julian Hart. He'll be joining us for dinner," she says gesturing to the man that now turned around to see the boy standing in the doorway like a puppy looking to the adults with doe eyes.
Julian holds out his hand to Aiden, "Sorry for the intrusion, it's nice to meet you," the man's honey-like voice says with a soft smile showing the faint sighs of dimples in each cheek and the edges of his blue eyes crinkling a bit.
Stepping closer, the boy returns the gesture, "Nice to meet you too."
~yep, I'm still bad at updating(and staying with my original plot), so sorry again(for the millionth and probably not last time)~
