<strong>NAME:</strong>Aaron Gilbert (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236423#msg13236423)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Grey t-shirt and hat, dark grey khaki shorts<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Friday, June 9<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Caulton Residence - Backyard Pool<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Flustered teenage hormones and escape routes<br/><br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Marco, Gwynn, Roxy, Oliver<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/grinder_treatment2.jpg)</div>"Fuck her, man," came a sudden familiar voice from beside him. Aaron almost jumped as Marco sidled up along the wall of the house, his eyes darting from Gretchen and her latest boy toy back to Aaron. "She's a bitch and nobody likes her. Vince is probably gonna tell us eeeeevery little detail about tonight after those two are done. She's not even worth your time."<br/><br/>"You mean like-," Aaron began, but then paused. He had heard a story from Benny about Gretchen and Scott Hudgins, but as fond as he was of his best friend, Benny was hardly the most accurate news source. Not wanting to add to any more unsubstantiated rumors floating about, he sealed his mouth back up and shrugged, nodding complacently.<br/><br/>"Soooo, this thing about as live as it's gonna get?" Marco asked, his hand clapping against Aaron's shoulder. The shorter nerd, standing only about 5'8" in height, winced just a bit. He didn't want to admit it, but Marco's friendly gestures had a tendency to sting, as if he chanced upon some secret chakra point of sensitivity or something. "Or do we expect the Coulton's to be leaving anytime soon?"<br/><br/>"I dunno," Aaron shrugged again, allowing his eyes to look around. "Truth told this is the first<em>party</em>party I think I've been to. Everything else has just been..." He paused, his teeth chewing on his inner lip as his eyes turned away from the pool in thought. It was at that moment he just happened to miss Gwynn Cameron's own entrance and jab at Gretchen. "Substantial gathering in Benny's basement?" he shrugged, turning back to Marco. "Phil, Chloe, Naomi, and a couple of Naomi's friends... I usually leave once everyone starts getting-"<br/><br/><strong>"Sup,"</strong>Gwynn suddenly greeted, her presence seeming as shocking as that fucked up chest bursting scene in Alien. Whatever he was saying was immediately forgotten as his eyes briefly took in her appearance. Immaculate, as Gwynn always seemed to be to him. Of course, if she were simply standing opposite of him and chatting with Marco things would be fine. He'd just need a moment to readjust himself to study group mode, and he'd be able to make talk so small it'd be molecular.<br/><br/>Wait, would that be a good thing or bad?<br/><br/>Even if Aaron had pondered such heavy questions before, his mind was unable to do so now. Instead of standing apart as Aaron was used to, Gwynn closed the gap without hesitation and slid her smooth, cool as refreshing mint arm through his own. Aaron suddenly grew to 5'9", perhaps even 5'10" as his spine straightened, tensing just a bit as her flesh nestled comfortably against his. His nostrils flared as the scent of her perfume wafted towards his nose, as if beckoning -- or perhaps daring? -- him to slip nearer.<br/><br/><strong>"Come on, let's mingle?"</strong>she suggested casually. "Ahh," Aaron responded idiotically. His fingers scratched at his thigh from within his pocket, expecting for some reason to transfer the sensation to the back of his head where he yearned to be scratching. "Mingle? Mingling? I, um..." Dammit, when was the last time he spoke this poorly before? Didn't he help edit that one essay for her in Honors English? Shouldn't he be able to English goodlier?<br/><br/>"I hope you're all not talking about me," came yet another familiar voice. In some ways the presence of another woman -- one that he knew -- should have been relaxing for Aaron. It meant Gwynn's attention would at least temporarily be focused upon greetings and small talk, if not disengaging from Aaron altogether to discuss... well, not to sound too much like Benny, but whatever normal girls talked about.<br/><br/>Instead, the appearance of familiar face Roxanne Meyers only caused Aaron to stiffen further. Having never really seen her outside of school functions his eyes were immediately brought to whatever part of her body her dress wasn't covering. Breasts? Thighs? Both plentifully available, and with the feel of Gwynn's arm wrapped about his own the sudden appearance had gotten his blood boiling.<br/><br/>"Aaron be kind with my date," Roxy smiled, "I'm rather fond of her." Her words drew his attention from beneath her neckline to her own eyes. That her gaze matched his own meant she<em>had</em>to have caught him looking her over, which also meant there was a good chance Gwynn had caught it. Aaron's ears began to burn with the blush that colored his face, his eyes suddenly seeking anything<em>but</em>the faces around him. What he wouldn't give to be able to maintain Marco's cool calm and composure!<br/><br/>"I was just, um," he stammered, looking at no one in particular. His mannerisms suggested he was more absent-minded or distracted rather than nervous, part of the reason many in the school thought him to simply be a bit detached from the rest of the world. Even so, all the subtle signs were there, from increased heart beat to a more tense posture. If Aaron couldn't escape soon, who knew what he might blurt out?<br/><br/>It was then that he spotted his savior. There he was, just a flash of human body walking by, seen briefly between the shoulders of Roxy and Marco.<br/><br/>"Hey, actually, I gotta go talk to Saturday about Oliver," he blurted. He nodded, as if it could convey a meaning of "see ya later", and then stepped away from the house. He paused once he realized Gwynn was still hooked onto his arm, causing a bit of resistance to his parting. "Sorry," he said softly, his eyes averting her own gaze as he carefully slipped his arm free of her own. He then nodded again, smiling a forced smile, the kind you do when you're not sure what you<em>should</em>be doing in that situation, and stepped past his school companions.<br/><br/>Once clear Aaron breathed a sigh of relief. Already he was wondering if he gave the wrong impression, like he wasn't interested in any of them. Or worse, what if he gave Gwynn the impression he disliked or despised her? Not that it mattered much, what with him being... well, him, and all. But before he could<em>really</em>begin overthinking every decision all the way back to why he bothered being conceived at all -- couldn't he have just let another sperm take the egg and given up on this game of life at the start? Taking Gretchen's observation a bit more literally? -- he had caught up with Oliver.<br/><br/>Aaron unceremoniously dropped down beside Oliver, letting out another heavy sigh as he leaned back on his hands. His feet were flat upon the ground, knees bent upward into the air, his own eyes scanning the pool from a new angle.<br/><br/>"Sorry to just drop in," he said to Oliver, still glancing at his different classmates. "I've never been to a party before and everyone's... weird. Or I guess I am because it seems weird." He chewed his lip, pondering if any of this made sense or if the excitement of Gwynn's arm and Roxy's ...skin... were still flooding his brain with the stupids. Turning to look at Oliver, he changed the subject. "You doing Second Saturday at the comic shop tomorrow?"