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I've found an excellent solution to ignoring Aiden. I'll just be invisible. I'm going to hide until my room until it's absolutely necessary to get out. And it isn't so bad. I mean, I've got my weed in here, my iPod, and some books. But of course, I'll have no one to talk to. This is a lovely use of my time.. I thought. I looked over at the clock. About 11 p.m., at least it's night.
I was remudging through my things, I'm actually rather messy, when I found a book I remember reading in the 8th grade. Jane Eyre. It wasn't mandatory, and I'd felt awfully feminine reading it, but I can't say it wasn't one of my favorite books. I had just loved Jane's personality, or the way Mr. Rochester had a bit of a masochistic obsession.
I opened it up to a random page and read.
Gentle reader, may you never feel what I then felt! May your eyes never shed such stormy, scalding, heart-wrung tears as poured from mine! May you never appeal to Heaven in prayers so hopeless and so agonized as in that hour that left my lips; for never may you, like me, dread ti be the instrument of evil to what you wholly love!
I sighed. I remember that I was near tears myself when I read this for the first time. I closed the book and threw it in some pile of books and clothes. I really should get around to cleaning this up.
There was a knock at my door. "River?" Aiden asked in a soft voice. I sighed. Damn. I hope he doesn't plan on staying long.
"Come in." I relunctantly said. He walked in, frowning at me.
"Why the hell are you staying in your room all day? Dad's starting to think your a stoner." He said in an annoyed voice. I chuckled. I actually was a stoner, but Dad tends to ignore me, so I don't think he would care if I was in my room all day. Which means it's actually Aiden who's concerned.
"Don't worry, I'm not doing anything, I just wanted to be alone today, okay? So can you leave now?" I have to admit, I was more than eager to get him out of my room. He had a slight blush on his cheek, but it soon went away.
"I'm not worried, Dad is" He said, glaring at me.
I shrugged. "So is there anything else you want or can you leave?"
He sighed. "Guess not. Dad just told me to see if you were oka-"
"Stop that," I interrupted him,"we both know you came up here to see for yourself so don't act like you didn't. Now can you just leave, I'm fine." I assured him.
He glared at me before slamming my door. I sighed. Well, at least now I don't have to deal with being aroused by his sudden caring attitude. So much for being invisible.
I was remudging through my things, I'm actually rather messy, when I found a book I remember reading in the 8th grade. Jane Eyre. It wasn't mandatory, and I'd felt awfully feminine reading it, but I can't say it wasn't one of my favorite books. I had just loved Jane's personality, or the way Mr. Rochester had a bit of a masochistic obsession.
I opened it up to a random page and read.
Gentle reader, may you never feel what I then felt! May your eyes never shed such stormy, scalding, heart-wrung tears as poured from mine! May you never appeal to Heaven in prayers so hopeless and so agonized as in that hour that left my lips; for never may you, like me, dread ti be the instrument of evil to what you wholly love!
I sighed. I remember that I was near tears myself when I read this for the first time. I closed the book and threw it in some pile of books and clothes. I really should get around to cleaning this up.
There was a knock at my door. "River?" Aiden asked in a soft voice. I sighed. Damn. I hope he doesn't plan on staying long.
"Come in." I relunctantly said. He walked in, frowning at me.
"Why the hell are you staying in your room all day? Dad's starting to think your a stoner." He said in an annoyed voice. I chuckled. I actually was a stoner, but Dad tends to ignore me, so I don't think he would care if I was in my room all day. Which means it's actually Aiden who's concerned.
"Don't worry, I'm not doing anything, I just wanted to be alone today, okay? So can you leave now?" I have to admit, I was more than eager to get him out of my room. He had a slight blush on his cheek, but it soon went away.
"I'm not worried, Dad is" He said, glaring at me.
I shrugged. "So is there anything else you want or can you leave?"
He sighed. "Guess not. Dad just told me to see if you were oka-"
"Stop that," I interrupted him,"we both know you came up here to see for yourself so don't act like you didn't. Now can you just leave, I'm fine." I assured him.
He glared at me before slamming my door. I sighed. Well, at least now I don't have to deal with being aroused by his sudden caring attitude. So much for being invisible.
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