Grey sighed, “How many of your tablets have you taken this week?”
“Two, everyday like you said, one at breakfast and one at dinner.” He replied.
“And the pain?”
“Still bad, but it will always be bad after what they did to me, the tablets help, though.” He went to open the door and leave but Grey grabbed his wrist to ask him look at him, “I don’t ever want you overdosing again, got it?” Aidan nodded.
"Hey." Ivory greeted him as he approached the car. "Is everything fine?"
“Yeah, everything’s fine, why wouldn’t it be?” He tried his best a smile before he got in the car.
Ivory chuckled. "Well, usually when doctors ask to speak in private, it's bad news."
He laughed a little, “It wasn’t anything bad, promise,” He started the car, “So, where are you living? I can drop you back or you can come back to mine or a bit…if you want to that is?”
"I don't live too far from the beach." Ivory nodded "But, yeah, let's see your place." She smiled and tapped on the dashboard to the beat of the song.
“Okay.” He pulled out of the car park, and went down the backstreets, avoiding the roadworks. His house wasn’t far from the hospital, and was in quite a nice area. A school and small shopping centre were just down the main roads, along with a public oval. Aidan pulled into the driveway of a single story house, “It’s not much but it’s home.”
"Cute." Ivory commented, thinking about how her best friend had been living in the same town for who knows how long.
"Do you live with anyone?" She blurted out, regretting the words immediately.
(sorry if im taking so long, im painting)
“No, I don’t. It’s just me.” He said, opening the door for her.
(All good)
"Hm," Ivory smiled as she entered the house as if everything had a small resemblance to him- it reflected him, more or less.
"So, do you surf?" She asked casually.
“Not really, no.” He said, walking into the kitchen and quickly putting away a few pill bottles.
(should i spot them and be like whats that?)
(Sura, if ya want)
Ivory nodded but stopped in her tracks as she noticed him subtly putting something away. "I don't mean to pry, but what was that?" She asked, trying to adjust her view.
Aidan fumbled a little, “N-nothing,” He said, “Just a few…umm… spices I forgot to put away.”
"Spices?" Ivory questioned. "Mhmm…okay."
He made sure they were in the cupboard but the door was left ajar so the bottles could still be seen, “So, do anything else other then surfing?”
"Oh yeah, on nice days I kayak and skimboard." She kept her gaze subtly on the cupboard, trying to figure out why he had matching orange 'spice' container that he suddenly felt the urge to put away. "But I love surfing more than anything."
“Hm… did you pick it up when you came to Australia or did you learn after I left America?” He braced his arms on the countertop.
"Yeah, I moved here after I graduated and my parents went up to Rockhampton, so they could be fairly close. But I ran into a friend and they taught me how." She smiled at the memory. "You know I don't go a day without surfing?" Ivory asked.
“Clearly. I mean it’s good that you have something to entertain yourself with, there are many things to do here but surfing is one of the best…not that I’ve ever tried it, no balance.”
"Oh yeah?" She smiled. "What do you do for fun? Other than save drowning women at the beach, that is."
He smiled, “That was a one off thing. I play guitar and soccer, and cartography is another,” He shrugged, “Not as interesting as your surfing.”
"Surfing is whatever. You play the guitar?" She suggested. "Play some." (i gtg soon)
“Alright,” he went to his room to grab the guitar.
Ivory seized this opportunity to check the cupboard, she opened the door ever so slightly and read the labels. She quickly walked back to the spot where she was standing and thought about what they said. (byeee)
Pain Medication and Anti depressants were what the bottles were. Aidan came back humming and completely oblivious about what Ivory Just did (byeeee)
Ivory smiled when Aidan returned, partly from the thought of him up on a stage, and to hide the fact that she knew something bad happened to him.
"Okay, so have you written any songs? Do you sing?" She asked, sitting on a nearby chair.