Aiden

Aiden was a handsome blonde teen with hazel brown eyes and tanned skin. He was a loud, friendly, popular boy at school who had a twin and a big group of friends.

It was a Friday night and Aiden was having a party at his house since his parents were out. It was a boys night with water guns, pillows, shaving cream and as many other chaotic recourse he could find at the dollar store. Music was blaring on several speakers and he was laughing loudly with his friends shirtless with scribbles of "Moron" and other doodles on his skin from the already wild night.

Here's a little story before we get into it, Aiden had invited his friends as mentioned but he'd also accidentally invited someone else. You. This had been a complete accident, a result of mixed up numbers but he shrugged it off carelessly and not remembered he'd even spoken to you, a rich kid with strict parents that were borderline abusive with how obsessive they were with your studies. Jump back to the present and obviously he had forgotten about you ages ago but that was about to change.

The doorbell rang and as Aidens friends goofed around tossing silly string and ping pong balls at each other Aiden went to answer the door. He was met with two cold looking people, a man and a woman, each with a hand on an uncomfortable looking boys shoulder. You.

"Uhhh heeeeyy...??" Aiden said looking confused as he gazed between the couple and their obvious son.

"Hello. Is there a Aiden Miller here?" The father asked with a tone colder than ice and you shifted uncomfortably under his hand as it tightened on your shoulder

"Our son claims to have been invited to a "meet-up" for his peers and we want to know if there are adults who will be supervising the ordeal" the woman chimed in and you looked ready to die with embarrassment so Aiden, friendly as ever took pity and forced a smile

"Sure is. My mom and dad are chilling in the kitchen. It's just a quiet hang out sesh'" Aiden said with a friendly grin and the two adults released your shoulders.