My Understandings (Austlan Cashby)

Chapter 18

*Alan’s POV*

 

We got to the restaurant with three minutes to spare, and met up with the rest of the band. It was a quiet, little place; nothing fancy, and we were the only ones there.

“So who else is coming?” I asked Austin, considering he had arranged all of this.

“No one. It’s just going to be us.”

“Oh, awesome”

~

“So Alan, what are you doing for Easter next week?” Austin asked me, as we left the restaurant and started walking back to the bus.

“Ummmm chilling at home, writing more music?” wow, way to go Alan, sound so unsure of yourself.

“Damn, you already have plans.”  He teased.

“Well what am I supposed to do? My life is pretty much touring the world.”

“Come to my place. I have a surprise planned out for you.” He took my hand and started swinging it dramatically.

“What kind of surprise?” I asked, and went along with his movements. A few minutes later and we reached the bus.

“You’ll have to wait and see.” He opened the door for me.

I walked up the steps, with him following me. “Alright then, since I have nothing better to do…..and you’re my adorable boyfriend.”

Austin spun me around and kissed me softly. “Can’t wait.” He mumbled against my lips.

~One Week Later~

I woke up to the sunlight shining in my face. Hmmm? Woah, this isn’t my bunk…

Wow shithead, did you forget you were off tour for a week? You’re in your own bed. Oh shit! I gotta get to Austin’s in another hour!

I threw the covers off me and jumped out of bed. I ran to the bathroom and turned on the shower. I pulled off my clothes and jumped in, letting the hot water pour over me. God I missed this. On tour, there’s like three other guys you have to share the tiny shower with, so it wasn’t pleasant.

But on the upside, Austin and I showered together. Oh yes, good times…Really Alan? Now you’ve just created a problem for yourself…

I jumped out of the shower a little later than intended thanks to the problem I caused…

I got dressed in a Pink Floyd tank and some black jeans with, you guessed it, holes in the knees. I put on my black Vans, grabbed my phone and keys and headed to Austin’s.

~

I got there about fifteen minutes later than I was actually supposed to be there for, but oh well. I got out of my car just as he opened the front door.

“Hey, sorry I’m late!” I yelled as I got out of my car.

“No worries” he waited until I was at the door to give me a quick kiss, “what kept you?” he asked jokingly.

“I um, I slept in.” I lied.

“Sure you weren’t too busy fondling your dick in the shower?” although I knew he was joking, I still felt my cheeks go red.

“OH MY GOD YOU DID TOO!”

“Shut up.”

“It’s okay Alan, I did too.” He slapped my ass and shut the door. “Happy Easter by the way. Come on.” He said as he took my hand in his and led me into the living room.

*Austin’s POV*

“I took his hand in mine, and led him into the living room. I made him sit on the couch while I went in to the kitchen and grabbed the two baskets I had previously set out.

“Here ya go.” I handed him the lime green one, “green for you, purple for me.”

“Um, Austin? What do we need these for?”

“Hello? It’s Easter dumbass! Look around you, did you not notice all these eggs lying around the house?”

He looked around and his eyes widened in realization, “Wow I totally fucking forgot!”

“The one with the most eggs wins! Ready, set…..GO!”

Alan and I sprinted off in opposite directions around the house, picking up every egg we could find. A couple minutes later, I heard him yell “I can’t find anymore!”

“Meet back in the living room!” I yelled, and took that opportunity to take the orange egg out of my pocket and place it under my pillow.

I ran back into the living room to see Alan already counting his eggs. I dumped my basket out on to the floor and started counting my own.

“I have twenty two!” he jumped up and down.

“twenty two as well.. But I laid out forty five….there’s one missing!”

He ran off yelling and screaming “I’M GONNA FIND IT AUSTIN, I’M GONNA WIN!”

Instead of running off in my own direction like before, I followed him around the house.  He would look through cupboards, rustle through drawers, and when he got to my bedroom…my closet.

“I give up.” He turned around to face me and threw his hands up in defeat.

“I thought you were going to win?” I teased.

“Well, I’m alone with my boyfriend in his bedroom; I think that’s winning enough.”

He came closer to me, wrapped his arms around my neck, and kissed me roughly. I decided to use this as a way to give him a clue to where the egg was.

I pulled him back so the back of my knees were touching the bed, before turning us around and pushing him down on it.

“Ow! There’s something underneath your pillow.” He whined, and reached underneath to grab the egg.

“Hey, I found it! I DO WIN!”

I laughed, “Open it, Princess.”

He blushed and opened it to reveal a small key.

“What the Hell?”

I kissed him quickly, “And now the real game begins”

[A/N: meh it's a bit late, but whatever. I'M REALLY SORRY I DON'T UPDATE SO FREQUENTLY, BUT I WILL TRY OKAY.]