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A Little Bit Chilly

Nineteen

So it was decided, apparently. I was going to visit Alex in Baltimore sometime. Sometime.

Alex, Alex, the boy from Baltimore
Who lured me in
And caught me


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I woke up in my bed for the first time in a long time.

It was lovely, opening my eyes and seeing my ceiling, feeling my blankets wrapped around me, my head resting against my pillow.

Then, there was the matter of time consumption. Whenever I got home from tour, I didn't really know what I was supposed to do. Considering all I did was play music, do interviews, sell merch, and meet fans.

My days were also a jumble of confusion.

I always forgot that we had a variety of cereals and pop tarts available, an assortment on fruits, television with movies available, a shower, a stereo, a pool. I mostly forgot about those things, and sat around in my bedroom on my computer all day, starting open-mouthed at Facebook or Tumblr.

Austin also lived with me. It was cool to live with my best friend. He took good care of us. Bought all kinds of yummy foods, drinks, liquor; he was the supplier of everything good. I just sort of bought random shit and paid the bills.

Austin was a good house mate. He was never loud. He never took what wasn't his.

The only time I was actually aware of the fact that he was around, was when he cooked or showered. Because in both cases, he played music. Otherwise, his earbuds were in.

I sat up in my nice, comfortable bed, and stared into the darkness of my bedroom.

It was five-thirty AM, around the time the sun would begin to rise. I pulled my curtains back.

The sky was streaked with purples and pinks, the sun just barely beginning to poke over the horizon. That day was going to be a good day; I could just feel it. It was going to be a very, very good day.

I slipped out of bed. I was wearing a Warped t-shirt and sweatpants, the most comfortable outfit I'd worn in forever. Warped called for immediate movement. Comfy was not allowed.

I opened my bedroom door quietly. Across the hall from me was where Austin's room was, and to the right the bathroom.

To the left, the hall extended about six feet into the dining room and kitchen. There, we created our masterpiece meals. Like toast.

Connected to the kitchen and diniing room was the living room, and next to that, the drawing room. There, the front door was located. Our house basically opened up the moment you set foot within it.

There was an office on the other side of the drawing room, which we had converted into a home studio. Our neighbors hated it, but they hadn't done anything about it. So on we went with the concept recordings.

Our house was nice. I loved it, a lot.

I glided across the carpet and onto the wooden floor of the dining room, and turned right into the tile-floored kitchen.

Instantly, my feet felt frozen and I shivered at the coolness of the touch. I ran across towards the pantry, ripped open a new box of Wildberry Poptarts, and flew across to the living room.

I dived onto the couch and covered myself with a blanket, flicked on the TV, and began eating.

I rarely watched any television. But it was a luxury to have when I was on tour for three months.

Suddenly, I heard Austin's bedroom door open.

He came stumbling out, hair askew and his mouth open as he breathed deeply. He was a deep breather in the mornings, for reasons I didn't know.

He came straight into the living room, plopped down next to me, and farted.

"Nice!" I shouted, sticking my hand out for a high-five. He obliged.

"Thanks, I try."

Austin yawned and leaned his head back.

"I'm so tired," he mumbled. "I went to bed way too late last night."

"Why are you up so early, then?" I teased. I broke my poptart in half, took a bite.

"You. You woke me up."

I laughed and poked his side. "I tried to be quiet," I taunted. "I really did."

"Liar!" Austin screamed in a friendly vicious way, and threw the poptart out of my hand. He jumped up and tackled me, wrapped his arms around my back, and promptly began tickling the shit out of my lower back. My weakest point.

I screamed. "No! Stop!" I tried to say around my giggles. Austin smiled and sat back.

"It's what you get!" He taunted. He stuck out his tongue. I stuck out mine.

That was my life. Little did I know, those moments wouldn't last forever.

Comments

@Camille
Well, I hope you enjoyed it too :o

stop it stop it
1/27/14

@vikturgaskarth
Staying native :) Haha & thank you! Glad you enjoyed!

stop it stop it
1/27/14

I started to freak out because you used Wisconsin and then I was crying. Great story :)

vikturgaskarth vikturgaskarth
1/27/14

I started to freak out because you used Wisconsin and then I was crying. Great story :)

vikturgaskarth vikturgaskarth
1/27/14
Just finished readign it today. I almost bursted to tears. :(
Camille Camille
6/10/13