𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓔𝓵𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓻𝓪 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮𝔁 {Aaron Hotchner}

fifteen

BANG. BANG. BANG.

What is happening?

I lift up my head immediately feeling the room spin around me and I take a second to recover before noticing Liz in the bed with me. 

BANG. BANG. BANG. 

"What the fuck" I curse under my breath grabbing a jacket off my mirror to protect me from the cold coming in through the windows. I make my way down the hall seeing the guest bedroom door open and a blonde head of hair in there.

Penny G.

There's a lump on my couch I assume is Spencer and it comes again.

BANG. BANG. BANG.

Oh...it's the door.

I throw it open, prepared to yell at anyone banging on my door this early until I see a sweet looking brunette with a covered basket in her hands. 

"Uh...hi" I greet and she quickly spots my demeanor and apologizes "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to wake you, but I'm your new neighbor...and I brought you some warm bagels as a "hello, I'm your new neighbor."

"Yeah you mentioned that" I groan, squinting from the fluorescent lighting of the hallway, "You must be Southern" I assume and her eyes widen. "North Carolina, born and bred" she assures me and I just nod with a sigh "Well, welcome to the building. If you need anything, I'm sure Mr. Bolan or Christian will help you, and uh...thanks for the bagels I guess."

"Oh-" she starts to speak again but I just take the basket and close the door. 

Who the hell thinks it's okay to come knock on my door on a Sunday morning? This is the Lord's day. We rest and replenish on Sunday's.

I put the basket down on the kitchen counter and drag myself back to bed seeing the brown curls and freezing in my steps. 

Spencer?

"Don't panic" mentions Liz coming out of my bathroom and I look around in complete confusion "You have your own bathroom, so we all left him in here in case he needed to throw up. Which he didn't by the way, good on him."

Wait....huh?

"If you're here, who's the lump on my couch" I ask and she explains "I was the lump on your couch. I got up when you were talking to Sue Ellen over there." She confuses me even further and I ask "Is her name Sue Ellen?" Liz just shakes her head and says "No, but you don't bring someone bagels at 8am on a Sunday unless you're Southern so...she's Sue Ellen."

It's only 8am? We came home at like 5.

I spot my phone and the bedside table connected to it's charger and thank my drunk self for remembering to charge it.

2 iMessages: A.H.
1 missed call: A.H.
3 missed calls: Dad
6 iMessages: Dad

1.) Out w friends? -A.H
2.) Are you the reason half my team is missing? -A.H
3.) Hey, are you with Penelope? I need her. -Dad
4.) Why aren't either of you picking up? -Dad
5.) Do you have the kid, too? -Dad
6.) Gianna. -Dad
7.) I'm assuming you're all dead. -Dad
8.) R.I.P. - Dad

How is my own Dad a bigger drama queen than I am?

My phone buzzes and I assume it's my dad, but no...it's Aaron.

I don't like sharing. 3 Attachments.

Oh no.

I look at the group picture we all took at the club last night and I already know he's angry because I'm on Spencer's back, but as I scroll down it only seems to get worse. There's a picture of me dancing on Spencer and the last one is of me pouring tequila into his mouth as he lays down on the bar between my legs.

Oh...my...God.

R.I.P was right, Dad. I am so dead.

I click on the link that came with the pictures and read the Headline: Moretti Welcomes Spooky Season with a New BOO!