INTUITIVE, austin butler

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"Ok," I step into Lana's room to see her sitting in her bed reading. "I'm gonna need you to either leave the house, or not leave your room once Austin gets here."

Lana throws her book onto her bed with a loud sigh, "Why?" She asks dramatically.

"Because I know you, and I know you will say some sneaky shit." I shrug as I pull out the chair from her desk and sit down.

"Afraid I'm going to tell him that you think he's hot?" She raises an eyebrow as she gets herself up from bed.

I pull my legs up to sit cross-cross in the chair, "I don't think that." I give her a sour look.

She looks at me like she knows I'm lying.

"Im not lying." I am lying. Austin is annoyingly attractive, but his personality is unbearable.

"Well, if you end up having hate sex, just text me so I don't walk in." Lana sighs.

I grab a shirt off her floor and launch it at her face, "You are not funny, Lana!"

She laughs like a villain with some mastermind plan, "I can't even imagine the amount of sexual tension you two have." Lana continues to snicker, "I bet you guys will get into a fight and he will need to punish-"

"Lana!" I interrupt her. "You're making me sick."

"You know it's true." She mutters.

My phone rings in my lap with a text from Austin saying he's on the way. I quickly open it and thumbs-up the message.

"Is that Boner Butler?" Lana giggles as she walks over to my phone.

"Yes," I pull my phone away and stand up. "He's on the way, so time to leave." I point to the door in case she needs help remembering where it is.

"Fineeeee." She groans as she walks towards the door, but she stops in her tracks. "Don't tell me you're wearing that." Lana gives me an up and down, disappointment written all over her face.

I look down at my comfy outfit; grey sweats, and a grey sweatshirt. "What's wrong with my outfit?"

"It's a groutfit, Riley." I look at her confused, "Whatever! I'll say I told you so when he doesn't want to take it off." Lana finally walks out, slamming the door behind her.

I go into my room to grab my scripts so I can quickly read over it, but I shamefully look at my outfit in the mirror instead.

Is it bad? I don't think it's bad.

Would it piss him off if I looked good?

Ok, why am I even thinking about this!?

I grab my scripts and make a b-line for the living room so I don't stand around debating whether or not to change my outfit. It doesn't help that Lana and I are opposites; she always has to look her complete best, and I hate wearing anything but sweatpants. I'm actually proud of how much I've been wearing jeans lately.

I walk around my house thinking of what to do in the meantime. I have no idea where Austin lives, he could be five minutes away, or thirty minutes away for all I know.

I make the impulse decision to pour myself a glass of wine, even though it would be pretty 'unprofessional' of me. I grab a bottle of my favorite red wine pouring myself a larger glass than I probably should. I put the glass up to my lips and take a huge swig in attempt to finish the glass before Austin arrives, but just as soon as I swallow the wine, the doorbell rings.

I groan as I walk to the door, suddenly really dreading what I'm about to do. As I'm about to open the door, the door opens itself, and in walks Mr. Butler.