Once he'd publicly made a promise to join the JFKHS drama club, Aaron couldn't very well back out of it. Should he decide to actually go to college (and he was still deciding) he knew an extracurricular would look good, and since he'd never actually had one before, all the applications he had sent in were probably in the "NO" pile on the desk of whomever read it. He'd only applied to any schools because his mother insisted, and then only the ones that she forced him to sit down and do apps for. They were all in the city, since they couldn't afford to send him anywhere else. He'd definitely be living at home until he could afford his own place.
But that was some time off. Currently, Aaron was poking around the theatre department. He wanted to get a feel for what he was about to claim as his second (third? fourth?) home. He was expecting to run into some theatre geeks singing show tunes, the directors discussing which show to do, and maybe some costumes. What he didn't expect to find was Rielle McKenzie poking through the theatre department's make-up supply. He let out a low whistle, "Yeah, I doubt they keep any Sephora in there, so you can stop looking."