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A Little Bit Chilly

Twenty-Two

The drip of the sink woke me in the night.

My bedroom door was open, because I had apparently fallen asleep without intending to while browsing the internet on my laptop.

My mac was dark. I shut it silently and slid it away, towards the wall, and took a deep breath. I needed to turn off that stupid faucet, otherwise I was going to shoot myself (I now regret ever saying those words).

But, I was too lazy to move. And then I realized someone was in the bathroom. The light was on, and I had failed to notice such an obvious thing earlier.

The sound of the faucet grew louder as the water was turned on lightly, and there was the sound of someone gasping deeply. Austin. Who else could it have been? It was most definitely Austin.

He was mumbling to himself.

"You...just...I can't...just..."

I couldn't hear him too well. I was afraid to move. Austin was a gasp-crier; those kind of people that gasp when they try to talk and make unintelligent sounding conversations.

I was scared. Austin rarely cried. He wasn't a very emotionally expressive person. Always kept to himself.

If Austin was crying, something was seriously wrong.

The sink turned off suddenly, and I heard Austin sobbing quietly to himself. And I heard a loud crash, then the gasping, painful cries of Austin. I heard fabric sliding down the wall, and I assumed it was his back as he collapsed next to the bathtub. I could visualize it.

I fell back asleep with the fear of something terrible happening to him.

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The next day was Friday morning. And I needed to catch my flight.

My alarm went off at 5:30, and I was to drive with Austin to the airport at 6:30, to catch my flight at 8:00.

I wasn't sure if I had any feelings for Alex at that point. I supposed I did because I was flying all the way to Maryland to see his hot ass.

Oh. I called him hot. I guessed I did like some parts of him.

The whole thing just seemed to spontaneous. I guessed I kind of liked that too, because it broke my usual boring routine. And it was Alex Gaskarth. I couldn't feel too bad about it because, in reality, he was a pretty cool guy.

Maybe I was interested. I was glad that I took the opportunity to get to know him better, too, because he ended up being the best and worst thing to ever happen to me.

The car ride was less than awkward. Knowing the fact Austin was raging over something last night was killing me, pressing my insides together and making me want to scream, "WHY WERE YOU FREAKING OUT LAST NIGHT, BBY?!"

But I didn't let that happen. It was best to let Austin keep his little moments to himself.

We didn't speak much in the car, aside from the occassional, "I can't wait to get writing again" comments.

I hated it.

The plane ride was even worse, because I was alone. I had my music, but I was still alone. And I suddenly needed someone to hold me and tell me it was all going to be okay.

When I stepped onto Maryland soil, Alex was there. He hugged me, smiled, and took me by the hand to the luggage pick up. Maybe...this was where I was meant to be.

~GAY sorry~

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