|Aidan McAllister (becomesthisart) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2015-03-18 01:40:00
|Entry tags:||aidan mcallister, charlotte kemp|
Who: Aidan & Charlotte
What: So we should talk
When: Tuesday night
Where: Their apartment
Once Charlotte had sobered up, she'd gone off to rehab, and Aidan had had a lot of time on his hands to sit around and think about what she'd said. People had told him they loved him before, but not like that. Or more accurately, it had never made him feel like that before; like standing on a high ledge looking down. There was a reason he hadn't dated a lot over the years, and it was mostly to avoid being let down in the end.
But now he was older, and out of college, and the casual hooking up and staying out all night had lost some of its luster. Maybe that was what his mom had meant when she talked about maturing, and the more he thought about it, the more it didn't freak him out, like it had in his early 20's. He was liking the idea of settling down a little and being with one person more and more, the more he thought about it.
He'd kept coming back to Charlotte in the days she was gone; the apartment was too empty and quiet without her personality and presence to fill it. And he was finding that he missed that more and more the longer she was gone. He'd mentioned it to his mom one night while they were talking, and she'd just laughed at him.
"Never thought I'd see the day," she said, and he could hear her smile down the line. "You are so gone for that girl, sweetheart."
"Hush and let me talk." She cut him off. "You had yourself a fine time in college, you'd talk about this or that person all the time, and that's fine, lord knows I can't judge. And you remember one time, I asked you why it was never the same person twice?"
"I remember," Aidan said softly. "But you also remember what happened my freshman year."
"Yes, and if I ever see that young man again, I'll run him off with your father's Colt," she told him, and Aidan didn't doubt that for a minute. "But sweetheart, she's not him. And you're not the same person anymore. You've grown, you've graduated, you're accomplished and just that little bit wiser. And you will never know what could have been, if you don't take that chance."
Aidan had hung up after they'd finished talking, sipping at a beer and staring into the fireplace. She was right, the way she usually was. He'd finished his beer and gone to bed, his mind spinning until he'd finally managed to drift off.
And now Charlotte was coming home, and he didn't know what to do with himself, besides be there for her if she needed him. But while he waited, he'd set up his easel and taken out his black pens, drawing and shading various things as the mood struck him.