In which Aiden Swan moves to Forks with his twin sister and ends up finding out that a whole other world had existed right under his nose.
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TWILIGHT SAGA | TWILIGHT - ECLIPSE | AIDEN SWAN STAND ALONE | ONGOING
Book: Starving Chapter 8: Rejected Prom Dates Word Count: 1820
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Aiden had gotten home from the hospital only a few hours ago and he was already on his laptop, typing in search terms such as super speed and super strength. Of course the only information he got was on superman.
He rolled his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, "is he some kind of alien like superman?" He mumbled to himself. The light from the screen was starting to hurt his eyes. There was a soft knock on his door and he turned his chair to face it, "come in." He spoke.
The door opened up and Charlie stood there with a disapproving frown. "You should be in bed asleep. What are you doing still being awake at this hour?"
"There's no school tomorrow. What's the big deal?" He questioned, swivelling back around and facing the screen.
Charlie leaned against the doorframe and said, "you were just telling me how tired you were earlier in the car. Where did all this newfound energy come from?"
"It's nothing. I just have a lot on my mind." He responded and with a loud, overdramatic sigh, he closed the lid of his laptop and stood up. He could get back to research in the morning. "Guess I should get some sleep." He muttered.
"Good. You need the rest after the day you had." Charlie, now happy his son was listening to him, went to shut the door but stopped just before it fully closed. "Don't let me see that light come on again from under your door or, uh, you're grounded."
"Sure, dad." Aiden chuckled. Like Charlie would ever ground him. He was already dressed for bed and hopped right in, resting his head against the pillow and staring up at the ceiling.
"Goodnight kiddo." Charlie said before shutting the door, the sounds of his footsteps fading as he went back downstairs, probably to continue watching television. If anyone had bad sleeping habits, it was him.
He hadn't felt tired before he had gotten into bed but now he could barely keep his eyes open. His body slowly fell into a deep sleep and soft snores left his parted lips.
Though just because he was asleep doesn't mean his mind wasn't still active with thoughts about Edward and what he was.
It wasn't until the clock turned to three a.m. that his eyes reopened, a parched feeling in his mouth. He needed a drink. He squinted his eyes, seeing a figure in the dark shadows of the corner of his room. A figure that looked familiar. Was that...
A gasp of shock left his lips and he whipped up, turning away for a second to turn his light on and when he turned back around the figure was gone. "Edward?" He questioned. He could have sworn he saw him there.
He slowly moved out from his bed, eyes darting around the now lit up room. The only person in there was him. He ran a hand through his messy hair before smacking his face lightly. "Get it together, Aiden. You're driving yourself crazy."
