Austeled one-shots

Prologue to 'The Journal".

Prologue- a separate introductory section of a literary, dramatic, or musical work.

(Inspo by ocean eyes by Billie Eilish if anyone was interested)

TW; very brief mention of kidnapping
Context: they're enemies but they tolerate each other.

Austin's Pov

I was about to head out until I stumbled into Henry. I was going to simply ignore him, until he spoke.

"Where are you headed?" He asked, mildly yelling from the kitchen.
"Why do you care?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow.

I watched him as he put something away in a beige cupboard, then walking over to me and gently leaned against the wooden doorframe.

The wood moaned under the weight before adjusting to the pressure.
"Because I wanna know when you'll be back dickhead." He stated, looking down at me.

I tried my best to keep an unamused, straight face, but I couldn't help the warmth that crept onto my face from him leaning over me like that.

"Why? Cause of Sam's mom?" I interrogated.
"No, because I need to know when to assume that your short ass has probably done something stupid and reckless, like getting yourself kidnapped." He smirked.

"I'm not stupid Henry. And you're shorter than me in the wii!" I argued, furrowing my eyebrows.
"Mhm. Anyways, I still haven't been given my answer, prick." He chuckled, leaning forwards.

"Because you don't need one, dumbass." I rolled my eyes, beginning to walk towards the door.

Just as I opened it and was about to leave, he spoke, (-and this time there was a certain tone to it that didn't quite sit right-).

"Awe, c'mon! Don't be like that!~" He teased. I turned around to yell any insult I could think of, but stopped when I noticed something.

His eyes. I noticed how the light glimmered off of them in just the right way that moment.

I wanted to look into them for all eternity. That if I didn't, I would never be complete. The light glazed against his eyes in such a way, in that moment he looked so pure. So angelic.

They were like the rarest diamonds, the deepest seas. That if I stared into them for too long, I might drown in their beauty.

He had stunning, breathtaking, ocean eyes.

I was so entranced I hadn't even noticed him calling my name.
"AUSTIN!" And with that, I was out of my trance.
"Huh? W-what?" I shook my head a little, trying to pull myself together.

"You zoned out for like, a full minute." He explained.
"I'm going to the park, bye." I deadpanned, embarrassedly slamming the door behind me with a *bam!*.

'Why the fuck did I do that?!' I thought. 'Pull yourself together! You keep this up and he's going to find out about your stupid little crush!!'

I mentally punished myself for being so stupid. How could I set myself slip so hard? And in-front of him!? Idiot!

Henry's pov

I stood still with confusion. What was all that about? I won't lie, I liked the attention from him, but why was he staring at me? I get he zoned out, but why?

'Oh well.' I thought silently. 'I guess I can write about it in my journal.'

Austin's pov

I finally made it to the park, sitting down against an old weeping tree. A Salix babylonica to be exact. (ik they don't grow in America shut up)

I liked this tree the most because it reached the ground more. It was like being under a big, green umbrella. Plus it meant people couldn't really see me unless they were really looking at the tree.

I sat down beside the bark, taking in my surroundings. It had helped me calm down from the scenario that took place earlier.

The fresh air filled my lungs. It felt nice getting outside for once. But I couldn't stop thinking about him and his stupid fucking eyes.

His stupid, boring, shimmering, perfect- no. No. His eyes. They keep popping into my head and the more I try to get rid of them, they just keep coming back!

What was so mesmerising about his fucking eyes?? I don't get it. I hate that I feel this way about him; my enemy.

I should hate him, so why, why do I feel this way?! Why do I wanna hold him in my arms and mumble sweet nothings to him, or sit on his lap while I play with his hair, or kiss his stupid, lovable face or.. UGH!

A disgruntled sound came from my throat as my temper rose. I buried my head in my hands, sighing tiredly.

As long as he doesn't know, right? What he doesn't know can't hurt him.