he wasn’t sure who SickG was but maybe, just maybe this would get them to leave her alone, she didn’t like the mind games. She wasn’t sure how Aaron G was coming out with all the stuff she was telling SickG, and even though she idolised Aaron G it unnerved her, it was about time to put an end to it one way or another, and if it were some boy playing silly buggers this would indeed put an end to it, she attached a picture of her in a wheelchair for emphasis and clicked send.
Aaron had put his phone down for the first time in weeks and was watching television when Bas entered the lounge. Bas asked him what was up?
“She's in a wheelchair.” Aaron said continuing to watch the telly.
“You don’t like her because she's disabled?” Bas asked incredulously. Things were 'that' black and white for Aaron.
“Yes,” Aaron answered, then his brow furrowed and Bas could see him thinking. His head tilted to the side. “No”, he said with a nod, then again with the thinking, “Yes,” he said as if he had decided, then the brow furrowed. “No,” he said again with a nod and picked his phone back up.
“Shit, she's blocked me!” Aaron stated. After hunting through his phone he put it to his ear
“What did you block me for?” he shouted down the phone.
“Who is this?” Aaliyah replied.
“Don't ask stupid questions you know who it is! Now what did you block me for?”
Bas sat down almost in disbelief, it really was that simple with Aaron, he would stop talking to her out of the blue but then expect her to just accept that he had changed his mind without him saying anything.
“I'm assuming this is SickG, whom I blocked as you stopped talking to me when I told you I was in a wheelchair.”
Aaron sat for a moment thinking, Aaron wasn't an automatic liar, and he really had to consider a lie before he told it, “No I never, I came home late and I fell asleep, Bas tell her I fall asleep anywhere,” he said holding the phone out for Bas to answer.
“Yeah he falls asleep anywhere,” Bas said into the phone. “So you told her who you were?” he asked Aaron, Aaron's eyes went wide and he clamped his hand over his mouth, he clearly hadn’t thought about that.
“How did you get my number?” he heard Aaliyah asking on the other end of the phone.
“Your Facebook profile,” Aaron answered, “where do you live?”
“Why?”
“Because I want to come and see you.”
“I don’t know you, I'm not about to give out my address.”
“You do know me, better than you think you do,” he grabbed his laptop, “Never mind, see you in an hour.” He wrote something on a piece of paper and was gone. “I'm off to see Aaliyah,” he shouted over his shoulder, leaving Bas sat on the sofa shaking his head in disbelief, Aaron baffled him.
Aaron rang her back enroute, he was on his way and she had better just tell him where she lived exactly! He had of course got the road as well off her Facebook profile, but had no idea what house number. “Are you driving right now?” there was something in the way she asked the question that made Aaron want to say no. Like a school teacher who would shout, ‘Come here boy!’ when he had been caught doing something wrong.
“It’s going through my audio system.”
“I don’t care if it’s going through your bloody arse, get off the phone! I will text you my address and don’t you damn well dare read that text until your car is at a stop, out of gear and switched off!” Aaron realised she had been in a car crash and could understand her worry, he disconnected the call, a few moments later a text came through, he remembered what she said, and stopped at the next service station.
It was a 45 minute run to Basingstoke from Aaron’s apartment and it wasn’t long before he pulled up outside Aaliyah’s house. Aaron parked on the road and wiped his palms on his trousers, he had the same feeling that he always got just before going on stage, terrified excitement. He sat in the car looking at the house for about 5 minutes, he hadn’t brought flowers, what if she was expecting flowers? He decided in a rush to just do this, the same way he always charged on stage.
He was at the front door and the porch light was on before he knew it, and her mother was answering the door. He took his hat off, nodded his head, introduced himself as Aaron Grant and asked if Aaliyah was at home? Stupid question, he knew she was at home, he took a deep breath. Louise looked at him, then looked again her eyes a little wider and her mouth slightly open and nodded motioning for him to follow her through.
Louise opened the lounge door, “Aaliyah?” Aaliyah could see her mother was confused and shocked. What the hell had turned up at her front door? “It’s that boy off the telly.”
