heat waves || gawsten

3. Fine

Awsten's eyes continuously ran over the paragraph on his screen. The words filled his head like a flurry, producing a storm. Awsten swallowed and got up to shut his door before slowly walking back to his bed.

He didn't know what to do. One moment, Geoff is the bane of his existence, and suddenly, he's trying to become friends.

This has to be a joke, Awsten's head slightly cleared. The boy squinted his eyes shut before he began to smash his fingers against his phone.

You're sorry?

Geoff opened the message almost immediately.

Yeah, I really am, Geoff responded. Awsten felt his head grow hot.

You think just saying fucking sorry is going to make up for the shit you did? How low do you seriously think of me?

Geoff opened the message once again, lingering for a bit before typing.

I understand. I get that you're still upset with me, that's completely valid. You don't even need to accept my apology, I just wanted you to know that I really am sorry and I'm willing to make a fresh start. Truly. I know I can't take any of it back and I'll understand if you don't want to talk to me, it's all up to you.

It's all up to you, Awsten's head kept repeating.

Awsten didn't believe a word he was saying.

Are you with anyone? Awsten typed.

No, I got home a bit before you added me.

I don't believe you. There's no fucking way this isn't some dumb joke that you're doing to try and get me to feel shitty again.

That's not true.

Prove it.

Awsten closed out of the app and leaned his head against the wall. His head was hurting. He hated it. He hated having this head rush that he never invited but for some reason, whenever Geoff comes near him, it follows him back into this state of mind.

He wanted it over with.

Awsten's phone dinged shortly after Awsten shut his eyes. He grumbled, getting ready to tell him off.

From Geoff Wigington.

There was no typing notification.

Awsten tapped on the notification and was brought to his recent Snapchat messages. Geoff had sent him a picture. Reluctantly, the purple boy tapped on it.

Geoff was in a dark room sitting on a bed, the flash of his phone being the only thing making the elements in the picture visible. Geoff was smiling with his fingers pointed up in a peace sign.

Hey Awsten, the caption read.

Dual-colored eyes lingered on the glass screen. Awsten didn't understand. He didn't understand at all. The red anger that surrounded him dulled.

I still don't trust you. There could be people in that room that you're not showing me.

Geoff opened the message and immediately disappeared. Awsten sighed and pressed the home button, setting his phone face down on the bed.

Figures, he thought. He wasn't expecting anything from this encounter other than some bullshit to embarrass him or for Geoff to start spewing a bunch of texts degrading him.

Awsten opened his window slightly, letting air into his room. The temperature outside was fairly cool compared to most summer nights in Houston, so he grabbed his blanket and got underneath, preparing for either sleep to consume his mind, or a night filled with thoughts and exhaustion.