After school..
"Hey!" Waved Isla at Aiden.
"Hey!" He said, waving back.
"Ah, well, look who it is!"
"Hi Ms. Emma." He waved.
"Isla work on the wall decorations, and Aiden work on the tables!" Said, Ms. Emma
"Okay!" Said, both Isla and Aiden.
Aiden went to carry the boxes filled with table furnishing, until he felt a touch on his shoulder.
"Yo!"
It was Moe.
Aiden completely ignored Moe, and minded his own business.
"Ey, I'm talking to you." She yelled.
"What do you want Moe?" He said, griefly.
"What's up with you?" Moe pushed Aiden's shoulders aggressively.
"Don't fucking touch me!" He takes her hands off of him, angrily.
"What is going on?!" Isla crying from a distance.
"Bunch of brats." Moe said, walking away.
"What just happened-"
"Moe is being Moe." Responded, Aiden.
"Right. Let me help you finish the tables!" Said, Isla.
"You finished the wall decorations already?!"
"What can I say, Aiden.. call me Flash."
"Yeah, right Flash." Said, Aiden sarcastically.
"Hey!!" Isla bopped Aiden's head.
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I'm not Aiden, I'm Avery.
Teen FictionAiden, moved to New York with his grandma after his parents passed away. Which meant, he'd start a new life there. But was Aiden really happy? Would he feel safe, because he's soft and tender unlike manly guys?
