Aiden sighed tiredly, dropping his head onto the hard surface of his desk. He spun the mechanical pencil he was holding in between his fingers, dismissing the unfinished pages of homework underneath his head and focusing on the music blaring into his ears. He soon got bored and reached under the desk to pull out the scruffy backpack he took to college.
After rummaging around for a while, he pulled out a small but thick black book stuffed with pages and pages of drawings. He flipped to the first available page and poised the pencil over the it, ready to draw whatever came to mind. The afternoon sun illuminated his tiny bedroom and created a calm feeling. His mind focused solely on his music and his fingers moved over the page rapidly as he zoned out and relaxed.
Nearly a whole hour later, the loud beep of a car horn passing by snapped him out of his small bubble of peacefulness. He looked out the window and saw that the sun had long since set and that the air had turned chilly. Closing the window in front of him, he stood up and stretched, arms flailing out widely and his back cracking as his spine decompressed. He looked down at the page he had been drawing on and frowned. It was the man from the diner robbery’s eyes. The bright turquoise colour wasn’t there and the eyebrows were scrunched up the slightest bit seemingly in determination, but Aiden knew who it was.
While his mind was wondering about why he had drawn a criminal, his stomach growled loudly reminding him that he hadn’t eaten since getting home from college. He walked over to the small but clean kitchen, scratching his stomach and cracking his knuckles; a bad habit he had picked up from when he was a child and pulled open the fridge.
He groaned quietly to himself when he realised there was absolutely nothing to eat except for a couple of takeaway ketchup sachets and a carton of spoiled milk. Slamming the door of the fridge shut, he contemplated his options. It was either drink the milk and ketchup or go out at this time of night and find a cheap place to eat.
He decided on the latter and pulled on shoes and a jacket, shoving his wallet and phone into the pockets. Subconsciously, he figured that he should still be worried, considering that the diner’s robbery had only happened almost a week ago, and that he had been held at gunpoint, but he dismissed the thought as quickly as it came, not wanting to get paranoid.
Once he was out of his building, he realised how cold it really was and shuddered and pulled his jacket closer. He walked quickly to the nearest McDonald’s, not wanting to spend too much money on food. He walked in, sighing happily when a rush of warm air hit him in the face, and joined the cue. He ordered his food and once it was done, collected it and went outside as he wanted to eat back at his apartment.
As he was walking out, a dark figure that had been propped up on a pole moved into his line of movement and they bumped into each other, Aiden stumbling back and losing his footing, feeling as if he had just walked into a very muscular wall. But before he could hit the floor, a strong hand encircled his waist and gracefully pulled him back to his proper ground.
“Shit, sorry,” Aiden apologised quickly, feeling his face redden slightly when he realised how much of a klutz he looked like.
He curiously looked up at the person who had helped him when he got no immediate reply and noticed a lit cigarette dangling from their lips, a back hood pulled over their head, and the almost non-existent lighting made sure almost all their face was out of sight.
"Uh, ok well..." Aiden trailed off, unsure how to continue.
Both of the man's shoulders raised the slightest bit and lowered just as quickly, almost seeming like the start of the laugh.
Aiden opened his mouth to say something else but was cut off by a cloud of toxic smoke being blown into his face, blocking his line of sight. He coughed slightly and waved a hand in the air to dispel it, but by the time he could see clearly again, the man had turned his back and started walking away.
As Aiden stood there, mouth agape as he watched the man leave, he saw him turn around briefly, his hood slipping slightly off his head. The faint light coming from the fast food shop reflected off the mans eyes, looking almost....turquoise.
If Aiden had looked shocked before, it was nothing compared to his current facial expression. He was utterly confused. The little voice inside his mind was telling him to call the police and tell them that he had found one of the culprits in the gang robbery but he was too she'll-shocked to move. It was the man that had held the gun to his head that day. The question was; what was he doing here?
Aiden was too busy speculating about the man that he almost didn't catch the amused twinkle in his eye as the guy turned and stalked away, a bag of McDonalds in his hands.
As soon as he was out of sight, Aiden snapped back to attention. He moved to grab his bag of food that he assumed he had dropped when he fell, but it was nowhere to be seen. He looked around, and came up empty.
"The little shit stole my food," he hissed under his breath as he checked his pockets to find that his wallet and phone were fine.
He groaned loudly in irritation, turning around sharply and walked back into the shop, deciding that calling the police was a waste of time seeing as the guy had already disappeared.
As soon as he entered his apartment, he flopped down onto the couch and pulled out his food. He reached for the remote and turned on the tiny TV he had propped up on a small stool.
As he distractedly munched on his cheeseburger and chips, eyes lying unfocused on the television screen, his mind wandered. He thought about college, and the stack of homework he had waiting to greet him when he walked into his room, and he thought about calling his sister to check in on her.
Deciding on leaving that matter for another day, Aiden trudged to the bathroom, brushing his teeth and then moving to the bedroom and falling on the dodgy mattress, falling asleep almost immediately even though there was a sharp spring sticking into his back.
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Fascination (boyxboy)
Teen Fiction"You're his now. You can't leave and you can't do nothing 'bout it." (Boyxboy)
