<strong>NAME:</strong>Aaron Gilbert (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236423#msg13236423)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Changing out of soaked, gray clothing to an Overwatch Cap (https://i5.walmartimages.com/asr/2899bd37-e24f-46b8-a942-2ca7971fc925_1.a2a20f4603636e62a63cac640215c895.jpeg), Venom t-shirt (https://80stees.imgix.net/s/files/1/0384/0921/products/venom-sublimation-shirt.dsk.jpeg), and denim shorts<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Friday, June 9<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Caulton Residence - Backyard Pool to Henderson Farm<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>A turmoil of moods<br/><br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Oliver, Mentioning Gwynn and Damian<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/grinder_treatment2.jpg)</div>Aaron almost didn't notice Oliver approaching, his eyes continuing to scan the now deflating party. In particular he was still keeping an eye out for Scott, Tristan and Ian, hoping desperately that they didn't manage to escape the wrath of Mrs. Caulton.<br/><br/>"Want a ride?" the nerd asked, causing Aaron to jump slightly. "I think I have a towel and bathrobe in my trunk, if you'd like to dry off and get warm?" Aaron's eyes scanned back to the departing crowd as Oliver scanned him over, and in that moment he noticed Gwynn hopping onto a bike with Damian. Tommy and Damian. Football stars. Guys with that masculine physique that Aaron completely lacked, and the talent to match the many that Gwynn possessed.<br/><br/>He supposed Benny was right about some things.<br/><br/>""Gretchen would have been better off not reacting to what you said," Oliver put forth. Aaron listened as he watched the motorcycle roll on by, Gwynn's arms wrapped around Damian's waist. "Do you think she would react poorly to an email with a handy website that provides tips for how to engage in safe and sanitary anal sex?  Just, you know, in case she ever decides to try it again?"<br/><br/>"That sounds like a good idea," Aaron said, resting a hand on Oliver's shoulder as he finally dragged his eyes from the speeding bike. He then began to step towards Oliver's car, water still dripping onto the ground beneath him. "Wait... why do you have a towel and<em>bathrobe</em>in the trunk of your car?"<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Oliver had agreed to do Aaron the favor of taking him home to change, the towel and bathrobe preventing him from soaking the interior to his friend's car. Patiently the young man waited as Aaron did his best to sneak past his parents without them witnessing his sodden state, dropping his wet clothes into the laundry room after retrieving a new and fresh set. It was a good thing he kept a pair of his old, worn out sneakers. They were one step away from developing a hole in the toe, but they'd do until his newer pair dried out.<br/><br/>When Aaron viewed himself in the mirror, he<em>liked</em>how he looked. It wasn't necessarily stylish, but... well... he looked like Aaron. The problem was that this look was evidently that of someone that drew the ire of cooler, tougher guys and got easily looked over by wonderful, intelligent girls. Maybe it would have been better to just stay home at this point?<br/><br/>It was during this moping period that Aaron's phone beeped. Someone had tagged him in a Facebook post. Benny gloating about the awesome time he must have been having away from the cool kids? No. It was someone he barely knew, only acquaintances on Facebook really. Aaron's eyebrows rose as he saw the video, of him climbing out of the pool, asking that question to Scott, and then the chaos that ensued after. Suddenly Aaron's phone was lighting up with notifications. People tagging him as they all shared it alike, or commented on it, or posted on his Facebook wall. All of them cheering Aaron for standing up to Scott.<br/><br/>Fuck it. He put his phone on vibrate, shoved it into his pocket, and headed downstairs to hop back into the car with Oliver.<br/><br/>"Y'know what?" Aaron said with a smile on his face as they pulled up to the Henderson Farm. "Not only should you share that article with Gretchen, but you should post it on her Facebook wall." He paused as he began to climb out from the car. "Y'know, just in case she has any friends that would like the advice, too."<br/><br/>He stepped out of Oliver's car, overlooking the farm. He didn't know what he was going to do here, or if there'd be anyone he really knew. But Aaron did know that he was feeling a lot better for what happened at the Caulton's. Who knows? Maybe he'd actually be able to have a<em>conversation</em>with someone for a change.