Our Weird Life (BWWM) (Sequel to OWR)

Chapter 15: Love Drew

I was watching The Orginials all day. I like the show, but everyone on there is shady and ikry. 

Here it goes, This is it. Sorry for any errors. 

I suggest you guys listen to sad music. Ed Sheeran's Tenerife Sea to be exact. Like listen to that on loop, if not that then just something sad. 

Chapter 15: Love Drew

Aiden

California was nice. The sun, the wind, the famous sites, was all entertaining. I woke up early, wanting food and everyone else drunk off their asses. Team and I went partying yesterday, however while everyone was getting shitfaced, I was soberly standing by. And oh I wasn’t completely liquor free; I had a shot and a beer or two, but not enough to fall on my ass. I helped bring some teammates back and we all were back around ‘bedtime’ I turned over in my bed and hear Finn flat out snoring in his. I go to his attached room and see His mouth open and loud snoring. Going over to his bed, I slap his cheek and he jumps up.

“Dude what the fuck?”

I laugh at his sleepy expression.

“You sound like a fucking horse, get up, are you hungry?”

He groans and stretches. “Why? What are you trying to get?”  I shrug and go back to throw on a shirt and a hoodie. “IHOP.” I smile.

Love the fuck out that place. He grumbles something before getting up.

“Close the blinds.” I decide to be the asshole I am and open his blinds wide open. He whines, “Aiden.”

“Rise and Shine my lovely friend.”

                I had a hat on so it could cover my hair, glasses that I rarely wore, but just used as a cover, and fake accent as a better disguise. We weren't really supposed to go out without anyone knowing, just in case we got trampled by paparazzi, but I didn't care.

The driver dropped us off and drove around to the back. I go in and see the bustling people of California. Blondes with extreme tans, brunettes with too much makeup, family men, and grandparents fill up this place.

“Table for Two?” The little lady asked me. I nod, and she grabs two menus.

She leads us to a table and I sit across from Finn.  He has shades on, and a tired look. “Come on mate.” I tease him in an Australian accent. He tips his glasses down and glances at me.

“What kind of accent is that?”

I laugh, “Australian, it was either that or yours, but I didn't think you would've appreciated that.” Finn chuckles, “Alright well, what are you gonna get?” I look at the menu, “Pancakes look totally good, but I want to get the French toast.” Finn looks at the menu in question. “Is the French Toast good? I’ve never tried it.”

I nod, “Yeah I had it with someone and it’s amazing.”

I put my head down and sip my glass of water. When the waiter comes back, Finn and I both order the French toast. “Thank You Mate.” I said to him. Finn laughed, “Thanks.” Finn is scrolling through his phone when I smack the screen.

“You’re supposed to talk man, this is how dates work.” I joke.

He laughs and puts his phone away. “You sound just like my girlfriend. Speaking of girlfriends how is that pregnant pretty one of yours?”