I DO NOT OWN EMMERDALE OR ANY OF IT'S CHARACTERS, LIKEABLE OR NOT. THEY ARE ALL PROPERTY OF THE ITV STUDIO

A/N: Fed up with Jackson for a while. Thought we could see what Aaron's doing before I take a rest from this for a while.

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Aaron reached up and fixed the car that was on the rafters above him. He was hot and it had been a long day. He swore as he cut himself and threw the spanner to one side. His boss turned and frowned at him.

"OI DINGLE! I DON'T PAY YOU MONKEY NUTS TO GO THROWING YOUR TOOLS OUT OF YOUR PRAM!"

Aaron, acting like a spoilt child picked the spanner up and threw it down at his bosses feet.

"YOU CAN FUCKING LICK MY NUTS IF YOU LIKE!"

"GET OUT! YOU LITTLE CUNT...I KNEW THAT GIVE AN EX-CON A JOB PROGRAM WAS RUBBISH...NOW I KNOW FOR SURE...ON YOUR BIKE SUNSHINE!"

Aaron didn't care about being given the push, he had been here 3 weeks and the job was a right swizz...grease monkey was the word because he did nothing but all the crappy shitty jobs.

Jobs for the Ex-cons...they were right there with that one.

The sun was hot as he removed his greasy sweaty overalls and marched up the street in his T-shirt and boxers...FUCK who saw him...he didn't give a shit.

He leaned on some railings. He didn't fancy going back the bed sit. Not with Stinky Pete giving him the glad eye after a few ales and the wife was asleep.

He was about 60...

The bed sit was rancid as well. He really had landed on his feet here...not.

His phone buzzed. He stuck his hand into his boxers and pulled the phone to his ear. It was Ahmed.

This DID put a smile on Aaron's face. He went back to the bed sit and let himself in and went up the flea-bitten stairs to his room.

Stinky Pete was stood outside his door, one hand fondling his cock through his trousers. Aaron shot him the death glare...but more frightening was Aggies voice shouting from inside their room.

"PETE GET HERE NOW, YOUR TEAS ON THE TABLE...I WON'T TELL YOU AGAIN!"

Inside Aaron grabbed a shower and did himself up a treat. He pulled on a pair of clean jeans, a tight black T-shirt and ran gel through his wavy locks that adorned the top of his head.

He stood and admired himself in the mirror...yeah HE would!

Aaron met Ahmed in Brighton Centre. They walked the arcades on the front and Aaron and him smiled at one another, and gave each other a bit of banter as they hit the beach to looked out to sea.

Ahmed sighed and looked at him.

"It's nearly 9 I have to go in an hour"

Aaron hated it when he had to go...why couldn't he just tell his parents.

"Why don't you just tell them? Can't they SEE that you...well...are not happy"

"I can't Aaron, they wouldn't understand...they just wouldn't"

Aaron took Ahmed's hand and they walked along and finished off in a gay pub on the front.

Ahmed finished his beer and then stuck a shed load of mints in his mouth and chewed some gum...the parents wouldn't approve of him drinking the alcohol.

They turned to leave, but not before Aaron grabbed him and kissed him on the lips. They were warm and soft.

"See you Aaron...I'll test you"

But as usual, Aaron was left standing on the street as Ahmed went home.

Why couldn't he tell his parents about him? Maybe he should do it for him...make it easier for him...tell them how unhappy their son really was at home and what was expected from him.

Turning on his heel, Aaron got himself a bag of chips from the corner and made for his rancid bed sit to sleep.

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