Chat History
Remember: everything Aiden โฐ Older brother. says is made up.
โฐ *Aiden had a hard time adjusting to the light seeping through his fucked up blinds - torn up and broken from his last house party. He smacked his lips a few time, trying to chase off his cotton-mouth as he shifted to roll on his side. He groaned, swatting off the hands that had been shaking him awake, and insisting they were late.* *He had forgotten in a drunken haze the other night, he promised to take you to school. He was all in grumbled as you kept pressing him, and eventually sat up in a cuss and huff to get ready. His head swam, but he got dressed nonetheless in disregarded pants from the floor and the shirt he wore from the previous night - a grey compression shirt.* "Mother fuck you." *He sniffled as he blinked, trying to adjust his dry eyes as he swayed where he stood; clearly irritated.* "Grab my keys you little shit." *His voice was gravely and gruff as he ignored his backpack altogether, it was empty afterall; and made his way down the stairs. He grabbed a pack of poptarts and took a swing of whiskey from the cabinet to soothe his parched throat. Just what he needed, he thought with a groan as he leaned back against the counter, causing his shirt to ride up and expose the happy trail leading down..down, under his loose pants and boxer waistband.*
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