From the Beginning;;
Note: Okaaay this is my first story published on this site. I have experience however; I used to write fanfiction on myspace and I had over 90 readers. I hope you all enjoy this. Review please and I appreciate any constructive criticism to help me improve my stories :)
This story is following on from Aarons first time in the bar when he meets Jackson and leaves his phone. It starts the day after.
Btw I didnt check for typos so ignore any I get carried away when I'm writing :)
Chapter 1
The distant sound was getting louder each time is sounded. It was getting closer. The thuds were getting louder and closer also. The words being spoken couldn't be made out. They were unclear and slurred. The thuds sped up as the voice got louder and clearer until-
'Aaron!'
The 18-year old pulled his head out from under the pillow and squinted at the older man leaning in the doorway.
'For god's sake Aaron how many times?' Paddy asked rhetorically. 'Get up come on. You've got work in an hour.'
'I'm not going in,' Aaron said lazily, throwing himself back under the duvet.
'Yes you are come on,' Paddy walked over to the bed and pulled the duvet off him.
'Paddy what are you doing?' Aaron sat up again. 'Look I dont feel well alright just leave me alone.'
'What's going on?' Paddy asked, concerned.
'Why does something always have to be going on? I'm just not feeling up to it, so if you dont mind, leave please,' Aaron remained calm but his patience was thinning.
'I do mind actually,' Paddy said. 'Something's up. Come on, what is it? You can tell me.'
'No I cant,' Aaron mumbled, his face pressed into his pillow.
'Ahaa so something is wrong!' Paddy pointed. 'Come on tell me or I wont ever get off your case.'
'Well thats nowt new,' Aaron jumped out of bed. 'Maybe I will go to work.'
He pulled on his tracksuit bottoms and made his way out of the room to the bathroom.
'Where you going?' Paddy followed him.
'In the shower,' Aaron frowned. 'Is that alright or do you wanna supervise-'
'Alright alright sarcastic,' Paddy interuppted, and made his way out. 'I'll go make breakfast.'
'Don't want any,' Aaron said as he shut the door.
'You're getting some!' Paddy called as he walked downstairs.
Aaron didn't argue, knowing he wouldn't be allowed to leave the house without having something forced down his throat.
He hit the shower, got dressed and went down into the kitchen.
'Pancakes?' Aaron frowned.
'Yes,' Paddy smiled handing him a plate.
He sat down, making no further remarks, ate his breakfast then got up and left for work.
As he walked to the garage he remembered the night before. Why the hell had he went into that bar? Anyone could have seen him. The consequences of that would've been the worst. Plus that guy coming over and chatting to him. He'd gotten in too deep. From now on he'd steer clear of that place.
Aaron walked over to Ryan who had his tea ready for him. He thanked him and got straight to work on the motorbike Cain had asked him to work on.
'Where were you last night?' Ryan asked.
Aaron gritted his teeth. He hadnt been here five minutes and he was already being questioned. Maybe Ryan knew. Maybe he was quizzing him to see if he would confess.
'Ermmm...nowhere special,' Aaron said, keeping his eyes on the bike and not looking up.
Ryan continued fixing the car he was underneath, peering out at Aaron every so often.
'You were with a girl weren't you?' Ryan teased.
'Whats it got to do with you?' Aaron spat.
'Alright mate,' Ryan smirked. 'Enough said.'
Aaron was thankful he'd shut up. He just wanted to get finished so he could go home away from everyone. He felt like he was being watched. As if everyone he crossed paths with knew what he'd done. That disgusting place he'd entered. His curiosity had got the better of him that night and he'd went too far. Now people would find out and call him all sorts. People would think he was one of them. He wasn't though. He wasn't one of them.
'Right I'm done can I go?' Aaron asked Cain wiping oil from his hands. He didnt look at his uncle. He might be able to tell.
'Ermm no you can't,' Cain told him. 'There's loads to be done.'
'Arhh come on Cain,' Aaron looked up at that point. 'Just give me the rest of the day off. I'm not feeling well.'
'You've used that one before Aaron,' Cain said. 'I'm not as stupid as I look.'
Aaron raised an eyebrow. 'Right. Course not.'
'Shut up,' Cain frowned. 'Look just go see what that customer wants.'
Aaron sighed and made his way over to the young female who was stepping out of her car.
'Can I help you?' Aaron forced his politeness. She looked up. Pretty, young, blonde and clearly liked what she saw.
'You sure can,' she smiled. 'I dont know what's wrong with it. It just keeps making these weird noises and theres oil pouring out the back. Can you sort it?'
'Let me take a look,' he smiled at her and went round to the back of the car to take a look. 'Yeah dont worry about it I'll sort it out for ya'
He stood back up and walked back over to her.
'Ermm I'll have it sorted by about twelve-ish tomorrow,' he said. 'You got a ride home?'
'I do actually,' she smiled. 'How much will that be?'
'I'm not sure you'll have to ask the boss,' Aaron motioned for Cain to come over.
As Cain spoke with the girl Aaron moved back over to her car to see what needed done. As he looked he glanced up to see a van go past. The driver looked familiar. He scratched his face trying to remember where he'd seen that face. He shook it off and walked back over to the girl and Cain.
'Look Cain I'll get started on this in the morning I promise it'll be done in time,' Aaron said. 'Please can I just go?'
'Fine,' Cain gave in. 'But 8' o clock sharp right?'
Aaron nodded and turned to go home.
'Bye,' the girl smiled as he walked past her getting into her friends car.
He winked and made his way back to Smithy Cottage.
He convinced himself that she was something to look forward to tomorrow. Why wouldn't he look forward to it? She was fit and she obviously thought he was. He could have her if he wanted. Aaron knew this girl was pretty and he knew this girl was interested. This was what he went with. He also knew that deep down, he could never truly like this girl, but this knowledge was pushed to the back of his mind. He had to put a front on. That sort of thing just wasnt right.
He glanced up and squinted his eyes from the sun. The van was parked outside his house. He looked to the front door to see Paddy chatting to that familiar face. He crouched slightly, ran behind a car and watched. Paddy was shaking hands with him as he took something from him. The guy made his way down the path and back into his van. He was off. Aaron ran up to the cottage and inside.
'Paddy!' he called.
'Kitchen!'
He walked in and saw Paddy setting his phone down on the counter.
'You need to be more careful,' Paddy said. 'Good job that bloke had a heart. You need to keep an eye on your things Aaron. Be a bit more responsi-'
'Yeah yeah okay sorry, who was that?' Aaron cut to the chase.
'The guy who found your phone in the club,' Paddy said. 'He called from it and I told him to drop it off.'
'Why?' Aaron raised his voice.
'Hey calm down, whats the problem?'
'You're the problem! Why couldn't you just stay out of it?'
'What did you want me to say, keep the phone?'
Aaron sighed. 'You just need to mind your own business. I saw you getting friendly, shaking his hand and that.'
'Well I was thanking him. Is he not a friend, dont you like him?'
'Yer what? Course I dont like him!'
Paddy eyed Aaron then clicked. 'Not that kinda like Aaron. Look, at least you've got your phone back.'
Aaron snatched his phone up and made his way out.
'He said he'd call by the way,' Paddy said.
Aaron stopped dead. 'What the hell?'
'He said he'd call. I just assumed he was your friend because he said that. I didn't know you didnt actually like him.'
Paddy laughed and shook his head.
'He'll call me?'
'Yeah,' Paddy smiled. 'He does have your number doesn't he?'
Aaron couldn't speak. This was going too far. He'd just wanted to see what it was like in the club. He didnt want to get involved with anyone at all.
He stormed out and upstairs to his room. He threw his phone at the wall and then himself down onto his bed. His palms were sweating and his heart was beating too fast for his liking. What was happening? A guy was trying to get involved with him. He was interfering. Aaron didn't want this. He was straight! He was nothing but that.
I stroked his temples stressfully and tried to control his breathing. It was when he got into this state that someone got hurt. Hopefully Paddy didnt come upstairs to check on him.
Aaron calmed down eventually and found his phone, back off and battery gone. Once he'd managed to find all parts of it and put it back together he quietly went downstairs and out before Paddy heard and questioned him. He walked through the village to Adam's, not looking at anyone incase they tried to talk to him. Incase one person asked him why he'd went into that bar because they saw him when they were in town. Incase someone asked who the stranger at his front door was, speaking to Paddy.
His phone went off in his pocket and he answered.
'Yep?'
'Hiyerr it's Jackson,' the voice replied.
'Who?' Aaron frowned.
'Ermm, we met last night,' Jackson said. 'You left your phone, I dropped it off, I did ask your Dad to tell you I'd call.'
'My dad?' Aaron asked.
'Or your guardian or whatever.'
'How'd you get my number?'
'I took it from your phone. I hope you dont mind I just thought you'd wanna meet up for a drink.'
'I'm not like you. Why you asking me out?'
'I'm not, I was just-'
'Well dont 'just' do anything. I dont even know ya.'
I snapped the phone shut and breathed faster. He'd messed everything up. He'd been stupid and went into that club and now everything was going wrong.
Aaron turned around and went back to the cottage. He couldn't face Adam. He couldn't face anyone. Adam would know something was up and wouldn't ever let it go.
Once inside, he retired to his room. He turned off his phone and lay on his bed until he fell asleep. He had to find a way to get this Jackson guy off his case. Maybe Aaron had given him the message to back off. Maybe by tomorrow this would all be gone and Aaron could concentrate on pulling the girl from the garage. That's what was right and what was expected.
Getting involved with a guy? Out of the question.