Aidens pov 

What a wierd fucking idiot how did my mom not see him. Is she playing some stupid joke on me. How could she not see him? 

“Aiden come down stairs”. “Ok mom”. I walked downstairs to the living room and sat down on the white sofa across from my mom who sat in her favorite chair. “So what do you mean a friend came home with you today when no one was with you”. She looked puzzled. “So you're saying you really didn’t see him”. “Nope”. Really mom just nope I was getting nervous and I’m not even sure why. “You're saying you didn’t see the 5’9” black haired green eyed boy who came in here wearing a grey sweatshirt and black ripped jeans”?! “No I didn’t honey”. Y'know what I’m done “whatever I’m going back to my room”. “Ok honey I love you.” “ whatever love you to” 

Alex’s pov-

(this could be a little bit triggering for some people)

Wow showers feel nice especially when you haven’t taken one in a real shower that’s in a house in a long while. I can’t help but think that the blue eyed, blond haired, 6 foot tall asshole lives in such a nice house. He had nice muscles though I wonder if he plays sports. Ew I need to stop thinking about shit like that. I wonder where I’ll sleep tonight though. I swear if he makes me sleep on the couch in the living room I’ll punch him in the face. 

That was a nice shower but his clothes are a bit big and the shorts he gave me keep falling off of my body. His shirt went just a little bit past my fingertips. I guess he likes to wear baggy clothes as well. I really need different pants though I guess I’ll have to ask him for a pair. Ew I look so fat right now I really shouldn’t have eaten those god damn chips earlier. I pulled the shirt back down and grabbed the shorts that wouldn't fit me and walked back to his room.

“Hey put some fucking pants on”. He said, covering his eyes. “Ok well these don’t fit me”. I said as I threw the shorts at him. “Well apparently my shirt doesn’t fit you either. It's way too big”. He said looking back at me. “Nah the shirts fine , I like baggier clothes”. “Well I have no idea if I even have pants that’ll fit you at all”. He said as he got up to dig through his drawers. “Well I think these are the smallest pair of shorts I have that could fit you.” He threw the black and red shorts at me. “Thanks” I said as I put them on. “They still don’t fit” I said as I let go of the shorts waistline and they fell to the floor. “You do know that they have strings that can make them tighter right”? He looked at me like I was stupid. “I knew that” I said as I picked them back up off the floor and grabbed the strings as I pathetically tried to tie them. “Ok well your doing it way wrong” he walked over and grabbed the strings out of my hand he told me to lift the shirt up out of his way so he could see what he’s doing. I hesitantly pulled the shirt up. He looked at my stomach and I’ve never felt more nervous in my life. “Do you like never eat” he said, still holding onto the string of the shorts. “I mean I do sometimes.” I looked away from him. “Sorry you're just really skinny”. He looked back away from my torso as he continued on to tie the strings of the shorts together.