CHASING PAVEMENTS, BLUE

[AIDEN REESE CAVANAUGH]

s h o u ld i g i v e u p o r s h o u l d i

just keep chasing pavements even though it

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[atrb=width,240] All of his life, every single day that he had spent in that little town only a three or so hour drive off, why had he never been told that the brother he always asked about only lived a little ways away from him? Why had that secret been kept so far out of his reach? The only time he had been told of it was when he had been taken out of his mother’s care and put into the state’s. They informed him that he had a brother who had already found a foster home. Aiden had begged them to let him go and see him even just once or put them somewhere where they would be in the same care so that they could at least have one another. He had been sixteen at the time and learned only in a few short months that his pleas were getting him nowhere fast. His determination had only made him annoying and a bit undesirable. Aside from being a teenager he was also a curious one who could never have enough information and always wanted to risk taking a little more to getting closer to his blood relatives. Aiden had never shown much interest in anyone who was looking to adopt. He didn’t want to be taken further away or have to adjust to something new. He just wanted out. But that had been four years ago now. When he had become an adult he had been allowed to be set free and live life on his own. So why hadn’t he found this place sooner? Well, gathering the required information had been a terrible headache for an independent eighteen year old whose days were mostly occupied by trying to find work and get food in his stomach. Here he was though, all these years later, in the town that his brother was supposedly supposed to be in. He had seen a picture of his brother and had been given the phone number to the home he was staying in now. They were four years apart and held a few features that were similar to one another. After all, they were technically only half brothers. Both of them had bright blue eyes and dark hair. Both of them didn’t have the darkest of complexions. Oh, and did he mention that they both had names that started with an A? Aiden and Adaire. Thankfully Adaire was much less common than Aiden so hopefully that would narrow the search that much more. Then there was the telephone number. For a long time Aiden had sat with the crumpled bit of paper in his hand wondering whether or not he should dial. He always chickened out though knowing how close he could be to end of this journey and knowing that there was a possibility that all the information that he had put together was wrong. Adiare may not have been here. He wasn’t sure if that was something that he could face now after all this searching. Maybe he should have just called… now his hopes were in danger of really being broken up. Currently Aiden sat alone at a small booth at the back of the diner. It was almost noon but a pancake house had sounded somewhat appealing. Not to mention there really wasn’t much else for him to pick from. He sat scooted close to the window, using the natural light to stare down at the lightly scribbled number He eventually frowned to himself and folded it back up, hiding it away in his jean’s pocket. His attire was pretty bland. A loose white shirt with only a few buttons leading up to the collar and dark navy jeans that he’d gotten for four dollars at a yard sale only a few weeks back. His tennis shoes bounced lightly against the floor, making a soft clicking sound whenever his shoelace fell against the small metal rings lacing them in. He was beginning to feel impatient being this close and still not knowing what to expect out of all of this. It made him want to just… to just blast up from his seat now and find a payphone to call the number straight away. You know what? He was! Aiden was going to call that number right now. He was going to push aside his nerves and stop wasting his time just wondering what was going to happen. He was going to do this and he was going to do it right now. Forget the food for the moment, it could wait for him! With the sudden switch in attitude, Aiden slid out from his spot, not exactly paying attention to whatever or whoever it was who was just about to cross his path. Well, he wouldn’t notice until he whirled around and attempted to start over to the front of the diner to ask where a payphone was.

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[BLUE ELISEBETH THOMPSON]

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[AIDEN REESE CAVANAUGH]

s h o u ld i g i v e u p o r s h o u l d i

just keep chasing pavements even though it

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[atrb=width,240] Aiden practically jumped back into the booth he’d previously been sitting at when the back of his hand had collided with something. His breath was caught in his mouth and his eyes wide with surprise and soon complete shock when he saw the girl sitting on the floor. An instant flush of shame flooded through him and he found that he was totally frozen as he stared down at her. But all of this washed away just as fast as it had happened and before he knew it, Aiden was lightly stepping forward to further investigate what had become of the girl. Lord, he still couldn’t believe he had just backhanded a complete stranger! And it had only been out of his own hastiness. She probably thought he was some careless asshole just going around acting like he owned the pace or something. “I-”He could barely get a word out before the hurt girl had. She was keeping her hand up over her nose and Aiden got a horrible twist in his stomach at the thought of having made a girl’s nose bleed. A girl who he had never met, nonetheless. So he was quite surprised when she had given him an apology. It made him pause and furrow his brows at the girl looking thoroughly confused. “Sorry?” Aiden repeated to her. Then he reached forward to take hold of her hand and help her hand in one rushed, awkward movement. “Oh no, no, I’m really sorry. I wasn’t even looking. I didn’t even know- is your nose alright?” The young man was frowning at her now and leaning toward her, hoping for some further exploration or an explanation. The thought of locating a payphone and dialing the number in his pocket had fled his mind by now and all focus was placed upon this unfortunate stranger. But he couldn’t help but feel horrible! She had fallen flat and everything, for Christ’s sake. How often did that happen unless you hit something pretty damned hard? She must have taken a good know to the face and what if she just started bawling? Then what was he supposed to do? Nobody here knew him so they’d probably think he did something purposely and kick him out of here before he’d even eaten! How fast did news spread around this place? Okay- he was overeating a little bit in his head. He was thinking of too many absolutely stupid outcomes to this situation. She had apologized to him. That must have meant something, right? That meant that she would not go around telling people he was some violent stranger, right? Right- everything would be alright… Aiden moved back away from her, shoving his hands into his back pockets (they were too deadly to be given free range for now). “I’m really… sorry. You wanna sit down or something? Get a hand towel? Water?”

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[BLUE ELISEBETH THOMPSON]

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[AIDEN REESE CAVANAUGH]

s h o u ld i g i v e u p o r s h o u l d i

just keep chasing pavements even though it

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[atrb=width,240] A smile attempted to twist up onto Aiden’s face as he helped the girl to her feet. He still felt horrible after their little collision but decided that looking completely distraught probably wouldn’t help her any. He probably looked like he had just seen a car accident and when you looked like that… you more than likely would cause more panic than help. So he tried his best to look more pleasant but his brows were still furrowed and his body was rigid. Now he just looked like he was thrown into a pit of snakes and was doing his best to play it cool. Yeah, it he was really failing at this but he wasn’t even aware of it. He thought and felt like he was going okay. Aiden wasn’t very good at faking things. He would have made a shitty actor. The fake smile managed to change into a real one for a moment when she attempted to joke with him. But he couldn’t really think up an answer to give her and only shrugged, following her lead as she sat down. He took a seat across from her and then brought his hand up to inspect it. Of course, it was doing just fine and only had the smallest hint of red on the back of it from the pressure that had been shared between it and the girl’s face… that made him feel pretty bad. And he also supposed that it either meant she really did have an amazingly hard head or his hand had snapped around at lightning speed. Whatever it had been, Aiden slipped his hand from her view and let it rest on his lap. His attention turned back up toward the girl with the running make up now. A laugh managed to come and even though it sounded choked back it was still genuine (the guilt was just trying to keep him as nice as possible). He was glad that she didn’t seem to have any dislike toward him because of what had happened. It made him very glad that she could also joke about it. He could still see that she was obviously upset but it was unclear whether it was completely about what had just happened or not. He was tempted to ask her and pressed his lips tight with thought as he gazed over toward the pretty, blue eyed girl. Then he offered her another smile and spoke quietly, “would some pancakes make you feel any better?” He almost laughed at his own words, knowing how weird it must have sounded that he was offering her pancakes. It made him feel like he was talking to a little kid. But he was pretty sure right about now something in his stomach would make him feel better… Almost on cue the waitress was coming back over to his table. Her eyes were slightly suspicious of the pair and Aiden guessed that she had more than likely seen or heard what had happened between them. She set the plate of pancakes, eggs, and bacon down in front of him, opening up her mouth to speak. “Thanks so much!” Aiden put in quickly, scooting the plate in front of him. “Looks great, no problems, I’m very happy!” Now the waitress was giving him a funny look but she replaced it with an awkward grin and turned away. Aiden’s fake excitement vanished and he looked back over toward the girl pushing the plate to the center of the table. “Have some?” He supposed he could have had her asked the waitress…

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