Austeled one-shots

Eteled finds Austins Journal/Diary.

Context: they're somewhere between frenemies and enemies, but there's no electrocution.

(I can't cross out stuff on Wattpad so just know that if it's underlined it's anything that's intentionally crossed out.)

Eteleds pov

I walked towards Austin's room to ask him something. I opened the door and saw that he wasn't there.
'Probably in the Wii sports area.' I thought.

I was about to leave until I saw something on his bed. Was that a book? He's not one to read though. (-The fucking idiot never reads. He dosen't have the attention span for that.-)

I looked a little closer and noticed writing on the front.

It was a diary.
Austin's diary.

I sat down on the bed, picking up the journal. I know I shouldn't have looked inside it, but curiosity got the better of me.

I got up to shut the door, sitting back down on the bed. I picked the journal up, looking at the front of it. It had the words "Austin's journal." embroidered into the front.

I opened it up, flipping through the first few pages, all about how much he hates me. No surprise there.

I flipped further ahead, briefly skimming each page.

"I hate him."
"I want him dead. Permanently."
"Burn in hell, Henry."

Wow, he sure talks about me a lot. I'm almost flattered.

I sighed, wondering if I'd find anything else. He sure doesn't have much else to talk about, huh.

I continued to flip through the pages until I noticed something odd. There were a bunch of sentences crossed out, all being on recent pages.

"Me and "Eteled" were fighting again. Nothing unusual. But when I saw his face change into that stupid ass face he's always got when he's pissed, my mind blanked I felt.. weird. I don't know?? It was in my chest stomach torso. I'm confused. What the fuck is going on with me??"

I raised an eyebrow at this. What was he on about? And I don't make "a face" when I'm angry, do I??

I skipped a couple pages, getting more curious.

"It happened again. Another fight. More bubbly fizzy torso feelings. I don't get it. It doesn't make sense. But that fucking look in his eyes sets something off in me, and I don't know what."

"Awe, does Mr. Sanders have a wittle cwush on me?" I joked, feeling myself blush a little.

I skipped forwards more, about 15ish pages until I found the earliest entry.
This one was dated today.

"I figured it out. That 'fizzy feeling'. It's butterflies. I God I hate this."

Butterflies hm?

"I think I like Henry. I think I've got a crush on I think I love Eteled."

I looked away from the diary for a moment, taking in what I had just read, as if I'd just been reading smut. I stared at the invisible camera in shock.

Wow- I.. he?- Me??

I took a deep breath in and continued reading.

"God. I love him. Fuck. But we're enemies. We're supposed to hate each other. Fight each other. Hurt each other. And I know he hates me. But fuck. I can't help it. Just being around him makes me feel so.. different. Good different."

I could feel my face burning brightly, but I tried my best to ignore it.

"But he's not mine. And he never will be. He hates me, obviously. It shouldn't upset me, but it does?? I can't just ignore it either. I tried. Just thinking about him makes me blush. And yes, that sounds cliché as fuck. But it's accurate."

I laughed a little, getting butterflies from reading about getting butterflies. How ironic.

As I read on, he began to ramble more and more about his feelings for me and where he thought they may have stemmed from.

I had so many mixed emotions. I didn't know what to feel. Unfortunately for me, I didn't have time to process them, because next thing I knew, I heard the doorknob turning.

I looked over to the door and froze in a state of panic as he walked into the room. He immediately noticed me holding his diary, stopping in his tracks.

We both just stared at each other, taking in the situation.
"What. The. Fuck." He said. Before I could respond, he teleported in front of me, snatching the diary out of my hands.

"How much did you read." He asked bluntly. His expression read angry, but the blush on his face told another story.

"All of it." I murmured. We both just stared at each other in uncomfortable silence.
"Great." He huffed.
"If it makes you feel any better, I—"
"Save it." I'm cut off. Rude. "Just.. get out."

"But-"
"Please." He sighed. "I've been humbled enough."
I hesitated, before sighing. I nodded quietly, holding out the journal for him to take, which he did. I walked out with my head hung low.
"Sorry.." I muttered before closing the door behind me.

I walked down the echoey hospital hallway back the Mii Channel. I plopped myself down with a sigh, lying back against the cold tiles. I stared up at the ceiling, thinking.

Austin's PoV.

HOLY FUCKING SHIT WHY DID I DO THAT??
Okay Austin, get it together. I paced my room endlessly. Should I have let him stay? What was he gonna say? What if he..?
No. Be realistic Austin. He was just gonna pity you.

I huffed loudly, before collapsing onto the bed. The soft sheets are enough to calm my frayed nerves at least a little. I groaned, burying my face into my pillows. I felt the journal in my hand, and I instinctively pushed it to the floor. I then crawled beneath the sheets, trying to force the memories of today out of my mind.

After a while, the warmth of the bed made me grow fatigued and calm. I felt the gentle warmth grace my body with its soft touch, causing me to fall into a peaceful sleep.