I'm a college kid. Cut me some slack on updating, alright?

Mild language in this one. Score!

Bright sunlight broke through the window pane to harshly illuminate the cluttered room. A small pile of clothes had formed at the foot of the bed that leaned against the farthest wall, adding to the messy state already made from a disorganized desk and a filthy side table. Other articles of clothes that had migrated from the mound lay strewn near the room's opening and Spencer carefully stepped over a conspicuous smelling pair of shorts to enter the room.

She continued her cautious approach to the boy who was sleeping on the aforementioned bed. Neither sunlight, nor hunger, nor necessary bodily functions would rouse Aiden from his relatively peaceful sleep. The only certain method of waking him would be physical force. And how much physical force was needed usually depended upon how much alcohol Aiden had consumed the night before.

Settling her body on the edge of the seemingly clean bed, Spencer appraised Aiden's condition. No twitching, no mumbling, and no snoring. The boy was out like light. Gently at first, and then with more strength, Spencer nudged his shoulder. His current position had his whole body sprawled out across the narrow mattress, stomach facing downwards, but the closer he came to consciousness, the more he curled in on himself until finally he lay on his side with arms firmly wrapped around his pillow, knees drawn towards his middle, and his back facing the obnoxiously growing pressure.

No amount of prodding would wake up the stubborn boy at this rate and so Spencer used her usual final resort where it was most likely not needed. She stood up, placed two hands on the boy's solid back, and shoved her best friend over the side of his bed. His limbs flew out when he felt the sensation of free falling, a sensation that lasted no more than a second. A loud thud reverberated throughout the house, an occurrence common enough in the Dennison household that it warranted no comment from either of the adults in the kitchen downstairs.

A low moan slowly erupted from the boy who was currently out of sight on the other side of the bed. Spencer peered over the bed in time to see Aiden turn over onto his back. His eyes were still closed, squinted really, but he was definitely awake. At least he was if the string of curse coming from his mouth were any suggestion.

"Good morning to you too, sunshine!" Spencer exclaimed. "Ready to greet the day?"

Aiden opened his eyes abruptly and they were filled with his patented Saturday-morning death glare. The blonde just grinned at him and offered a hand now that she was kneeling on the bed over him. He slapped her hand away.

"Tell the day it can go to Hell. And while you're at it, lead the goddamn sunshiny day to Hell and stay there." He growled menacingly.

"Oh, don't be like that," she jumped off the bed and enveloped Aiden's upper arm with both her hands. "You know you want to get up."

She pulled on his arm with no result.

"C'mon, Aid! Stop pouting like a pansy-ass."

He held out a few more seconds (probably to prove his manliness to himself that he didn't always follow Spencer's directions) before pushing the blonde's arms away and struggling to his feet alone. She shrugged in her good-natured way. Aiden lifted an arm once he found that he could support his own weight and sniffed his underarm. He recoiled at first but then took another whiff. Disgusting.

Spencer's facial expression said it all but she still verbalized her thoughts.

"Maybe go get in the shower," she phrased her obvious demand as a suggestion so as not to further wound Aiden's male pride. "And while you're in there I'll convince your mom to make pancakes or something."

Thirty minutes later and Aiden was walking down the stairs where Spencer waited to properly doctor him up. His parents had left while he was in the shower but not before Mrs. Dennison had pointed Spencer in the direction of the frozen box of Eggos in the freezer. On the table there was strong, black coffee that sat behind a plate of several syrup drenched waffles. Some cutlery accompanied the food, and Ibuprofen laying on a napkin and a glass of water rested next to the coffee.

When Aiden staggered into the room, Spencer grabbed another napkin from the counter she was sitting on. He had at least managed to properly attire himself in a pair of loose, clean-looking jeans and a plain white, v-neck t-shirt. She hopped down from her seat and plucked the sunglasses that were balanced on her head to slide them onto the boy's face. She also tucked the solitary napkin she held into Aiden's collar to make a neat bib. That must have been a step too far.

"I'm hungover, Spencer, not an invalid," Aiden commented in reaction to her behavior. "I know how to eat without getting food on my shirt."

As usual, he was proved wrong when a syrupy piece of waffle almost to his mouth dripped onto the napkin covering his chest. Spencer refused to acknowledge that it had happened, though, but Aiden was mortified until Spencer started talking to him.

"So how were things with Kyla last night?" Spencer asked casually.

Aiden choked on the coffee halfway down his throat.

"Good," he replied in a painfully strangled voice. "Very good from what I can remember."

"Well, what do you remember?" Spencer prompted.

Aiden closed his eyes in concentration and his concentration brought a smile to his face. And to Spencer's. She knew now that her sacrifice last night of taking Kyla's psychotic, drunk sister home was the right thing to have done. Thinking of the completely abrasive brunette managed to displace Spencer's smile for a second but it was quickly brought back when Aiden recounted his adventure.

"I remember that after you left, I pulled her towards the bonfire. She thought me introducing her to people was funny. I guess I didn't make the smoothest introductions… but I made her laugh so that was good. I remember sitting with her by the fire and she played with my hair like you do sometimes. And sorry to say, but I like it better when she does it," Spencer shook her head in amusement and he kept going. "Hm, what else? Oh, I remember asking her to marry me and -"

"Whoa, what?" Spencer interrupted.

"No, don't worry. She suggested we go out on a few dates first before getting married."

Spencer laughed at how ridiculous that statement was. Aiden just picked back up where he left.

"But we did plan it out! You'll be my best man and Ashley is her maid of honor."

"Aiden..." Spencer began. "You do know she was probably humoring you, right?"

Aiden huffed.

"So, you don't want to be my best man?"

"I'll be whatever you want. I'll be the flower girl, the ring bearer, and the best man all at once. But don't you think you're moving a little quickly?"

He pushed his empty plate away and sighed heavily. Obviously he had already asked himself the same question, although when he'd had the chance was beyond Spencer. His mouth opened and closed before the right answer to Spencer's question finally came out.

"I just wanted to make sure I wouldn't lose my chance with Kyla. The alcohol just made me say the stupider thing of the two possibilities I had. I should've just asked her to go out but with the way I was feeling, it didn't seem like as good of an idea as getting married was."

There was a pause.

"I think you should never, ever drink again."

Aiden blew out a puff of air that turned into a chuckle. He was full of tension with all the feelings he had and some of it was released with his laughter.

"That's a good idea," he said before posing a question to try and change topics. "How did things work out with Ashley last night?"

It worked flawlessly which surprised him. A scowl passed over Spencer's face and she started unconsciously shaking her head in disgust.

"I think I hate her, Aiden," she admitted in a forceful voice. "She's rude and childish and… and… I don't even know. I hate that she makes me hate her, too. Who have I ever hated before? Who?"

Aiden tipped his chair back onto two legs and got a good look at Spencer. He'd never seen her like this. At least not in the six years he had know her. He's seen her disgusted, and strongly annoyed, and incredibly impassioned before but never all three at the same time directed at the same target.

"Wow."

Spencer must have realized how exceptionally out of character her answer was. Her face turned slightly red. Aiden wondered what this meant for his relationship with Kyla. He liked both of the Davies sisters, possibly even loved one, and he definitely loved Spencer. But… if Spencer, who he loved, hated the sister of her new friend, the friend that Aiden possibly loved, yet somehow still liked the sister of the girl she hated despite hating the sister, then how would that play out? And yes, he made that statement overly complicated.

"How is this going to work?" Spencer asked, reiterating Aiden's thoughts.

Hopefully she'd explain the situation better than he had.

"I like Kyla and I love you, but I strongly dislike Ashley. How does that work?" She asked again.

Yes, she explained it much better than he had.

"Maybe Ashley and Kyla don't hang out that much? I mean, they are siblings. You can barely tolerate Glen's presence so maybe they don't like each other that much either."

"I don't blame Kyla for not liking a sister like Ashley." Spencer mumbled.

"Let's just not worry about it. It's not like something is going to force you two together somehow."

Spencer nodded her head in agreement. What were the chances that she'd end up alone with Ashley again?

So, I've been getting a lot of reviews that people find Aiden to be highly amusing. That's really awesome. :)