(AUSTIN POV)
I don't think I've ever been into Jared's house— And I never thought that I would. Walking into his house, was like entering a new world. The atmosphere felt thinner than mine; an atmosphere I could breathe in.
Jared's mom, who I recognize from the dinner, greets us at the door, giving me a slight nod.
"Austin. Welcome, it's so nice to see you again." She smiles warmly at me. "Please, make yourself at home, and let me know if you need anything."
"Thank you." I reply, giving a subtle smile, as Jared motions for me to follow him.
Following Jared, we make our way to his room. Unlike mine his was upstairs. Upon entering his room, I notice it was much brighter than mine; causing me to squint my eyes slightly.
"It's not much, but it's a room." Jared says, sitting down the edge of the bed; which was pushed all the way to the back of the room.
"It's bigger than mine." I reply, sitting down at his vanity— something I haven't seen before in my friends' room.
I take a glimpse at Tyson, not knowing he followed us up into the room, as he was going through Jared's dresser, which was right across from the vanity I was sitting at.
"Going through my drawers again, Tyson?" Jared asked, rolling eyes.
Tyson continued scavenging through his drawers; throwing clothing on the ground. "You have all the good clothes." He shrugged.
Jared scoffed. "At least pick up my clothes when you're done."
"No promises." Tyson snickered.
I rest my head on my hand, letting everything that happened today sink in.
I opened up to Jared.
We talked for hours.
He watched me get slapped by my father.
We shared a milkshake.
And now I'm at his house,
Sitting in his room.
My mind couldn't completely comprehend what had happened today, but I know it happened. I take a quick glance at Jared, noticing he was already looking in my direction. He quickly averted his eyes, clearing his throat.
"Austin— you're staying the night, right?" He asked, looking back at me.
"I mean, I guess." I replied. "I have no clothes though."
"I have clothes— plenty, actually." He stammered quickly.
I gave him a soft smile; which I notice I've been doing quite a lot recently. "Alright, that'll work."
"I'm taking this shirt." Tyson interrupts, holding up a shirt with David Bowie imprinted on it.
"You listen to Bowie?" I ask, glancing at Jared.
"Yeah, I do." Jared replies, as he looks at me. "Do you?"
I nod. "Yeah, he's pretty cool I guess." I say. "Five Years is probably one of my favorite songs of his."
Jared stares at me for a second, almost as if he were staring at a lost puppy. "Yeah.. agreed."
"Look at you two bonding." Tyson laughs.
Jared rolls his eyes. "Shut up." He scoffs.
Tyson chuckles. It looked like he was going to reply, getting interrupted by knock on Jared's door; his mom opening it.
"Jared, can I talk to you downstairs?" She asks, giving me a slight nod, then walking away,
Jared hesitates for a moment; a loud sigh coming out of his mouth, as he gets off his bed. "Be back guys."
