Something sucky this way comes {Mandy}
Jun 24, 2008 23:03:09 GMT -5
Post by Aidan Steele on Jun 24, 2008 23:03:09 GMT -5
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Aidan walked across the park and went to sit on the nearest bench he found, looking around with a light frown on his face. Easy to say, he wasn’t in the best of mood. There had been quite a few things that’d happened over the week that encouraged that mood to get even worse every day, and it seemed as to today he’d finally reached his peek. First of, at the beginning of the week, the first edition of The Chatters had come out, and he’d been a bit upset to find, among others, his name in it. Resident player, indeed. He hadn’t really talked to Mandy since, which perhaps wasn’t quite the right thing to do to prove his innocence, but he didn’t really know what to tell her. After they’d left the homecoming, they’d really just gone out to the nearest Dairy Queen and gotten some ice cream, and then he’d walked her back to her dorm before curfew – which, for the occasion, had been extended to one in the morning, and even then, they’d gotten there hardly past midnight. He’d permitted himself a light kiss on the cheek, figuring that must not be too much, and he’d quickly left after that, not really taking the time to see her reaction – for some reason, he didn’t want her to see his either, though that was a bit strange seeing as he was the one who’d even given the kiss. Still, the wide foolish grin on his face might have been a bit too much.
But when he’d found what was written in the gossip section of the newspapers – oddly making him want to pretty much strangle whoever had written it, boy or girl, and somehow he had a pretty good idea that it was a girl – he’d gotten a bit scared. Him, scared. He was afraid of talking to Mandy about it because really, what was there to say? ‘Yeah, I did get it on with a couple of girls before, but that’s just the past, now I’m all committed and stuff’. Honestly… for one thing, she’d most likely not believe him. And well, that’d just be plain awkward. Of course, he wasn’t as much of a player as he used to be, but he was still a charmer. Still, being written about as though he’d just give up on a girl because he couldn’t get in her pants was just so… Milo. And that pissed him off. Then, there was also the mention of Addie that came back quite often in there and the way his friend had been behaving over the past week, which had him worried beyond belief, though he hadn’t managed to get anything out of her. He’d still debated giving Andrew Preston a little piece of his mind, but she’d asked him not to.
Of course, there were also all the comments from his friends regarding his going out to the dance with the freshman singer. Most of them didn’t understand and wanted to know what he was playing at, and it was getting frankly annoying. A couple more things had simply increased his bad mood over the week – overall sucky days, a couple of not too gentle comments coming from some of his profs because he hadn’t really been paying much attention, the rain that’d practically lasted all week long… and then today, the most upsetting of all. He’d gotten a email from his father – an upbeat, cheerful email. That itself was quite worrisome. But when he’d actually gotten to reading it, he’d almost gone crazy. His father was happy. He’d gotten his son a spot, an internship in his company, something that very rarely happened to students that were just graduating from high school. That way, he’d learn about real work, he said. And he’d understand how important it was to get a serious, reliable job, he added. No more nonsense about acting. Aidan had been so pissed that he’d sent back a email pretty much telling his father to go to Hell, and then he’d looked through the internet for some College where he’d be able to get some great theater classes, saving them for later use and sending all the links to his parents. If they thought he wasn’t serious about his future, he’d just show them.
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