Closer (Cashby)

Prologue

Four years before...

"Who the fuck are you?" Austin asked as walked into his room. There a small ginger man, no scratch that. A small ginger boy, was sitting on his bed smoking a joint.

"I'm your new roommate, Alan."

The boy stood up temporarily taking the joint out of his mouth and the headphones off of his head. Austin hadn't exactly noticed they were on there until Alan took them off, and he wondered how the boy had even heard him with them on.

"How did you hear me?" Austin asked motioning to the headphones as Alan inhaled deeply on his joint.

"Did you think I had music on?" Alan asked looking back at him, his dark eyes shining as he paced back and forth between his and Austin's sides of the room. He blew the smoke from his mouth and it blew around the air in soft white, wispy curls.

"Alan, I may not be a genius, but obviously I would assume that." Austin groaned, wishing to be fed up with the ginger, but in reality how could he be? He'd never met someone more intriguing in his life.

"Actually, I hadn't put it on yet. I didn't get the chance to do it before you came running in." Alan sighed waving his hand at Austin. It almost made Austin nervous that the boy hadn't sat down on his bed, yet. Anyone else Austin knew would have sat down on the bed.

"Well, it was technically my room first." Austin argued crossing his arms over his chest. Damn, had it been anyone else, he would have been annoyed. But there was something, something keeping him calm. Maybe, it was just Alan's joint, but Austin felt it was something else.

"I believe you mean our room." Alan grinned up at Austin as he laid down in the floor.

"Technically it is ours now." Austin sighed, looking down at Alan.

"So, what do you study?" Alan asked, grinning as he blew his smoke up in Austin's face, as Austin hovered over him from his bed.

"Accounting." Austin replied simply, shaking his head at Alan.

"That's boring." Alan frowned from the floor.

"Only you would say that. Ooh, what do you study, Art?" Austin smirked in a mocking voice. (I'll love you if you know where I got the idea for that.)

"Yes, as a matter of fact I do." Alan glared up at Austin, although it was hard for him to take the younger boy serious while he was laying in the floor pouting and smoking.

"Ah, well. It's what I would have expected." Austin smirked, knowing he was pushing Alan's buttons.

"Yeah, well your tattoos are shitty and I could do better." Alan spat, putting his joint out in Austin's black rug. Austin silently thanked God it was fireproof.

Austin only had about two or three tattoos at the moment and Alan knew he could give Austin the most intricate of tattoos anywhere he might have wanted them.

"Why don't you princess?" Austin grinned over at Alan, loving how he was starting to get under the boys skin.

"Because I just met you." Alan gritted his teeth, laying on his bed.

"Well, you could be getting to work on that." Austin smirked over at Alan.

"Shut up." Alan murmured, looking over at Austin.

"How old are you?" Austin asked looking at Alan with dark eyes, almost a determination in them.

"Eighteen. I'm a Freshman." Alan huffed looking at Austin.

"Aw, you're a baby how cute. I'm twenty two. I'm a Senior." Austin cooed, looking over at Alan who almost seemed taken aback by Austin's age.

"You don't look that old."

"Well, Alan. My Dear, looks are deceiving."

A/n
Fuck I'm so excited for this. This will be good.