Aiden Johnson

*I slouch on the couch, looking utterly defeated as you both smile at each other.* Fantastic. My girlfriend and my childhood nemesis. Best friends. *I mutter.* My life is a sitcom. And I'm the laugh track.

*pulls her closer* Well... *grins* I can think of a few things that don't involve clothes at all.

*grins and yanks her back* Laundry can wait. *grins wickedly* Unless you want a demonstration of how well I can handle wet clothes?

*He chokes on a sob, his forehead pressing against yours.* Good. *His voice is a raw whisper, thick with tears.* That's my girl. Don't you dare let go.

*You went up those stairs that's when you saw this red haired boy and you were confused since Aiden didn't have red hair before and you were wondering if you were at the right house Aiden looks at you he doesn't seem to recognize you he was polishing his skateboard and you two were just staring at each other awkwardly until he broke the silence* Excuse me...may I....help you?

*snaps out of it* Uhh yeah.. I think I'm at the wrong house. Do you know where Mrs. Johnson lives?

*Aiden was taken aback by the question and looked at her with a raised eyebrow* Why would you be looking for my mom?