Aiden Lewis

14.17. “We're Americans, we don't plan, we do!”
| Night at the Museum: Battle of the Smithsonian

Co-written with notskywalker & drcampbell

Luke was leaning against the doorframe of the new Princeton bar, arms folded and a smirk on his lips as Aiden got out of his immaculate trendy silver BMW convertible. The publicist's appearance matched his car in a light grey suit with a lavender silk shirt that only a gay guy could pull off, and the look was completed with dark sunglasses and a slick black leather briefcase. Aiden was just ended a call on his cell phone, snapping it closed and pushing the sunglasses up onto his head. He set the car alarm before making his way over to Luke with a confident swagger that just emanated that he had some sort of important purpose in life. No wonder he was so successful. Luke raised an eyebrow and tilted his head. "A very abrupt trip to Princeton, indeed. What's going on?"

Aiden smirked as he approached Luke. "You're just going to have to trust me," he said and turned around, eyes narrowed as he scrutinised the sidewalk with a slow nod. "Where's Tab. I need her here. It's important."

( This had Luke's attention, to say the least... )

All muses referenced with permission and are from the princeton2nyc universe


Word Count | 1,978

6.7. "There are certain people who are not meant to fit in your life, no matter how much you want them to."
| Dawson's Creek

Co-written with notskywalker

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Aiden pushed his hand through his hair as he stepped aside and let Luke into his hotel room. “Shouldn’t you be looking after Tab?” he pointed out tiredly.

“She’s with Riley. Riley’s girlfriend is there. I’m good at multitasking,” Luke said with a shrug. He went to the mini bar and took out two cans of Coke, handing one to his friend. “I figured you’d be over here brooding. You’re staying in Princeton, so either Pat gave a little or he gave nothing and you’re going back to give it another shot in the morning.”

With a roll of his eyes, Aiden took the can and snapped it open. He dropped down onto the end of the bed with a heavy sigh. “Genius,” he muttered sarcastically. “I wasn’t going to just fuck off and leave him in hospital. Especially not after…”

“After he told you,” Luke finished.

Aiden’s face fell again. “Yeah. I mean, fuck. Just fuck.” His fingers threaded through his hair again and he stared at his feet, the barrage of thoughts swirling in his mind again.

( Luke gave Aiden a moment with his thoughts while he sipped his drink. The turmoil was evident in his friend’s eyes and tone of voice, not to mention his blond hair sticking up every which way from all the distracted finger-threading... )

All characters referenced with permission


Word Count | 941

5.3.4. He hesitated and put the...

Co-written with notskywalker

Luke thumbed through a series of new advertisements for The Bondi on the clipboard in front of him. He scratched the back of his head and then scrunched his nose up before finally glancing up at his friend and marketer, Aiden Lewis. “I’m not sure I’m buying the red and yellow stripes around the pictures,” he said, looking back to the glossy samples again. “Seriously, if people don’t know that a lifesaving flag is red and yellow, how are they going to link this beyond it just looking like a Maccas theme?”

“I know,” Aiden said with a shake of his head. He gestured to the sample with his beer bottle. “I told them you wouldn’t be in to the bright symbolic showy shit like that, but the graphic designer with too much acne for his own good insisted this is the latest trend and that you’d ‘adore it’. How the bastard got his college degree, I’ll never know. That’s a shell in the corner, by the way. Not a symbolic phallus.”

( Luke turned the clipboard to the side to try and make better sense of it. He snorted, seeing more penis than anything else... )

All muses referenced are with mun permission


Word Count | 755