A/N: Okay, so this is the last chapter, surprise! But I've already decided that there will be a sequel. Actually, I plan on having this book and two more. So a trilogy.
They don't have to be read in order necessarily, but if you kind of want to follow their lives and all of that, then it's recommended. Love you guys😘
Austin's PoV
I stared at Alan lovingly as he worked on the worksheet we had been given. I couldn't help but feel my heart flutter wildly in my chest. No matter what happened and where we ended up, we always found our way back to each other and I think that's what love is all about.
Prom is next week, and it won't be long after that that we graduate. Alan has been working harder than ever, taking on rigorous schedules and the top classes he could. He was constantly working and studying, and boy was I proud of him. I let him know it too.
Like right now he was working on a packet for physics, and I couldn't resist leaning over and planting a sloppy kiss on his cheek. I felt his smile even as I pulled my lips away, and I felt his small hands swat at me gently. I grabbed them, encasing them in mine as groaned half heartedly.
"I can't ever get things done with you around" he pouted as I pulled him to me, encasing him in my arms.
"You know I can't help it. You're just the cutest little thing. I just wanna cuddle you and nap" I told him softly as he leaned against me, letting himself mold against my chest. It felt nice, to have someone to hold again. I always held my mom in hugs like these while she was so sick and frail. It made the moment all the sweeter.
"Thanks. I know" he said quietly as he laid his hands on my chest, pushing his face upwards and against my neck.
"This is the life" I grinned as I held him there, leaning against his headboard, his papers forgotten.
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"I don't know how to dance" Alan spoke as I drug him towards the floor.
"Just move with me and try not to step on my feet. You'll be fine even if you do" I grinned as he struggled. Once I made it out there he couldn't do much without making a scene, so he did what he could and he did amazing. The way we stepped was so graceful, and I think we lost ourselves in the slow song that was playing. It was another language, maybe Latin or something like that? But it was slow and calming and I wouldn't have wanted to have been anywhere else in the world in that moment.
In that moment I had my world in my arms and no matter what he did, or how bad he fucked up, I knew that if he accepted it, and fixed it, we would always end up back in each other's arms. Same for me. We might fuck up often. Say things we don't mean. Do things we don't mean. It isn't like we cheat though, and we don't physically harm each other.
"Hey" Alan pulled me out of thought. "This isn't our kind of song anymore" he laughed as a more poppy song came on and the hipsters invaded the dance floor with their strange hip thrusts and body wiggles.
"You're right on that one ginger snaps" I muttered as he led me out of the crowd just like I had led him in.
"You're perfect" he smiled as he kissed the bottom of my chin.
"Not next to you" I argued with a wink as I rested my hand on the curve of his hip, pulling him against me. I let my head dip and our lips met, gently at first before I devoured them, letting my fingers slip through his hair.
"Not here" he breathed as I pulled away for a split second. I smiled and let our foreheads rest together.
"Not here" I agreed begrudgingly.
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"Alan Anthony Ashby" our principal announced. Alan stepped proudly up the steps and across the stage, holding his diploma tightly as if someone would steal it away from him.
"Joshua Balz. Thomas Bell. Samuel Bowden." The principal drawled on.
"Austin Robert Carlile" they announced my middle name although I'd requested that they leave it out.
Whoops and cheers erupted throughout the auditorium, warming my heart. Alan's voice rang out clear, as did his parents and my own father. It stirred something in me though, to hear those outside of Alan and my two families. All those who thrived off of hating me were now cheering me on. I had come to peace with most of them. It was a wonderful thing. I heard Oli's cheers fade last next to Alan's, and Josh's cheers were strong as I gave them that award winning smile as I grabbed my diploma.
Pictures after are the best. We had moved our tassels, blasted our class song which happened to be that song with Charlie Puth. "When I See You Again"? along with all of that, we had thrown our hats. Basic, but not the point.
Alan and I hung off of each other, our eyes glistening.
"I don't think I could have done this without you" I told him honestly. "I would have given up."
"I wouldn't have been salutatorian without you" he hugged me tightly.
"I think it's fair to say that we got each other through" I smiled
"That's definitely fair." he grinned into my chest.
We said our goodbyes. Got phone numbers. Hugged. Took pictures. Cried. Laughed. We did it all. A long, difficult day of letting go and beginning a new chapter.
"Hey Alan?" I asked out of the blue as we sat in his front yard staring at the stars.
"Yeah Austin?" asked Alan with a yawn.
"You think my mom is as happy as we are?" I asked him quietly, tilting my head slightly. The impact of a ginger knocked me sidewards as his hands cupped my face, pulling my lips to his harshly.
For once, he took the incentive and he kissed the life out of me. We barely pulled away to breath as I slipped my tongue past his lips, wrestling for dominance. We both knew who won, especially as I flipped him over, taking complete control as he squirmed against me.
He was trapped between the earth and my firm chest as I separated my lips from his long enough to latch them onto his neck.
He went to protest but it turned into a fit of moans as he relaxed a little bit, still struggling beneath me.
"Austin" he gasped as I worked away at him.
"Mine" came my reply. My lower half moved against his as I willed away the growing bulge. His hands flew to my waist as he groaned quietly. I pulled him against me, writhing against him as the feel of his warm skin caused me to be more alert.
I could feel every single bit of him as he groped at my thighs trying to find some source of passion, or an act of it. Anything.
"Be careful, little ginger" I growled at him gruffly as he bucked against me.
"I want to go inside. To my room." He told me heatedly. "Parents are gone. It's been a while" he groaned as his hand ran over the front of my jeans.
"You don't know what you've just gotten yourself into" I chuckled with a wide grin as I pulled him to into my arms, heading back in.
"I know exactly what I've gotten myself into" he said as we made our ascent up the stairs. "And I'm glad I got seated next to 'psycho'." he whispered. "My psycho" he teased.
"The only time I'm a psycho is when I'm in bed" I muttered, earning a playful smack upside the head.
"I fucking love you" Alan whispered as I threw him onto the bed.
"I fucking love you too" I growled huskily as our clothes came off. "I fucking love you too."
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