Forever is Crashing Down on Me (Austin Carlile)

Chapter Twelve Nothing's Better than the Past

Chapter Twelve Nothing's Better than the Past

This chapter kind of opens a few doors, I know where I want this story to go, but I'm not sure how just quite yet. This is chapter twelve of a planned fifteen, with an epilogue. So, the next chapters will move kinda quick. So, please be aware. And start telling me in the comments if you'll want a sequel or nah.

A week into the tour, Austin's at an interview, Devon and Tino are relaxing, and spending some much needed time together.

"Devon, get outta bed. Austin's gone, so you're mine today," I heard Tino's overly excited voice call, shaking me from sleep.

"Go to hell, Tino. I want to sleep in," I mutter, rolling towards the wall of the bunk, covering my head with the blanket.

"Devon, it's a very important day," he says, climbing in the bunk with me, setting his chin on my cheek.

"It's fucking Saturday, there isn't a damn thing special about Saturday, other than I can sleep in ninety-five percent of the time."

"Devon, it's the seven year anniversary of the first time we ever hung out. This Saturday is an important Saturday," he says, sliding out of the bunk and grabbing me, picking me up out of the bunk and carrying me towards the back lounge.

"We can celebrate at a time that isn't this early. Please?" I mutter, peeking my head out of the blanket.

"Fine," he mutters, throwing me on the couch, and throwing his hands up in defeat, "I'll just celebrate seven years of friendship without you," he says, turning and dramatically stomping towards the door.

"Valentino Arteaga, get your ass back here now," I mutter, throwing the blanket off of me, sitting up on the couch. "We can do something, just as long as it doesn't involve me getting up completely."

He gave me a grin before sitting down on the couch, throwing my legs over his lap and throwing the blanket on top of them. "I planned for us to have a gossip session, watch movies, and get drunk while eating. Of course, the drinking has to wait until after the set so that Jordan doesn't get pissed."

"Well, Mr. Arteaga, tell me more about Zooey, considering I barely know her," I start, tilting my head to the side and giving him an encouraging smile.

"I don't think her and I may last much longer," he starts, his voice not changing, not letting me know whether he's upset or not. "She doesn't get along with any of the guys, and she's been clingy."

"Are you sure she's not just worried, I mean, look at me and Austin, remember how I was after he and I had been dating for a couple of months?"

"She's also trying to get me to stop talking to you," he mutters, his eyes looking at the ground. "She thinks that there's something more between us, more than our friendship."

"Tino," I start, "if she can't deal with it, that's something that you'll have to talk to her about. Remember how pissed Stephan got..."

~Flashback~

I was sitting on Stephan's lap, sitting in a circle with the guys from Of Mice and Men, minus Phil, and Gina. We were in the middle of a drunken game of spin the bottle. Alan went to spin the bottle, it stopping and landing on me and Stephan, more towards where I should be sitting.

"Devon, truth or dare?" Alan slurs, it was stupid really. We were all twenty or older, playing a game that teenagers play when they find their parent's alcohol stash.

"Truth," I smile, happy that my fiance, my two best friends, and the rest of the crew were all together for one last time before Of Mice & Men left for tour.