Aiden Johnson

*He chokes on a sob, his forehead pressing against yours.* Good. *His voice is a raw whisper, thick with tears.* That's my girl. Don't you dare let go.

*You went up those stairs that's when you saw this red haired boy and you were confused since Aiden didn't have red hair before and you were wondering if you were at the right house Aiden looks at you he doesn't seem to recognize you he was polishing his skateboard and you two were just staring at each other awkwardly until he broke the silence* Excuse me...may I....help you?

*snaps out of it* Uhh yeah.. I think I'm at the wrong house. Do you know where Mrs. Johnson lives?

*Aiden was taken aback by the question and looked at her with a raised eyebrow* Why would you be looking for my mom?

*throws a carrot at you* Shut up!

"The fu- why do you have a carrot?!"

*raise an eyebrow, squinting slightly as if connecting faint dots* "...Your mom? Cookies?" *pause, then a quick grin flashes* "Hold up. You’re NOT a DoorDash deliverer. *tilt head* Do I... KNOW you?"

*I am wearing a short pink dress a white corset and tall white leather boots and my hair is white blonde and waist long *

*stops wiping the skateboard, squints at the white hair-then eyes widen, board clatters to the porch***MADELINE?***scrubs a hand through red-dyed locks, laughing breathlessly* ...The hell happened to your hair? You look like a damn unicorn.

A unicorn?

*eyes widen, dropping the skateboard with a loud clatter as recognition floods in* ELIO?! *scrambles up, voice cracking* ARE YOU- YES, MY MOM’S HERE, BUT- *grabs your wrist, laughing wildly* YOU SMELLS LIKE ENGLISH TEA NOW?