"Me Too"~ Austin Mahone Fanfiction

Chapter 48

The rest of the afternoon, was spent picking thorns out of my body. And the forbidden green alcohol. I don't think I've scream that loud in a long time.

But now I'm here left alone... on this couch.

Emma had left about an hour ago. This gives me room to think about our bumpy relationship. I always thought that if we ever did have sex... I would be the one to take control. But I was the girl in that situation. I've never been that way with any other girl. But I mean this is Emma we're talking about. She's not like anyone else.

But I guess it won't happen.

Sadly...

Which brings me back to my other subject, new school, and people. Making new friends won't be my problem, not having the people I really care about with me is the problem.

All the good and bad memories about living in Miami run through me, causing me to chuckle.

Sooner or Later I fall asleep on the couch and drift off in my own thoughts.

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*The next Afternoon*

Emma's P.O.V.

"Emma!" Someone yelled.

I lazily groaned and stumbled out of my bed. Only one person could have a nasally voice. -And that is my Stepmom. I scratched my head and finally made my way down the stairs.

My dad had scared me;giving me a big hug, and kiss. He smothered me and began telling me about there vacation. All I did was nod and pretend I was listening. I wonder if Austin was getting the same treatment. I know for sure I can't talk to him now;or until he leaves. My dad is probably going to take me out today or something

Emma, how have you been?" My Stepmom knocked me out of my thoughts.

"I'm great" I lied

"It's gonna be sad, the Mahones are moving tomorrow such nice people they are" My father added

"Yeah" I looked down.

"Honey, I know you like that boy but it's not like you two are in love, Not that you know anything about love." My Stepmom laughed at her words.

For some reason, I didn't fight back yet, that is. I was angry of course, but they don't know anything about us. We do love each other true love. My fist balled up and I was no on my feet no longer sitting on the staircase. I just might regret what I'm about to say, but I'm doing this for us.

"You don't know what kind of relationship we have." I snap, trying to keep as calm as possible.

"What kind, Emma?!" She fired back

"I love him... And he loves me" I said plainly.

"You don't know what love is. He wants you to think that so you can suck his dick Emma! I bet you two had sex while we were gone!" She yelled at me.

"No!"

"Your too young to know what love is to feel it."

"Bitch...." I huffed

"Excuse me?!"

"Your a fucking bitch!" I yelled

"Don't cross me." She spoke through her teeth

"The difference between my love for Austin, is that I'm not dating him for his money... He makes me happy, and yeah he buys me things but I don't ask for much. He does the stupidest things that make me laugh. His smile brightens my day, the bottom point is that I love him and I don't want to see him leave."

"That's it! I'm done with you and this argument I'm leaving I need to think over a few things. Richard, you and me need to talk about your little slut of a daughter."

"How am I the slut?! I know you had a thing with some other guy-"

"What?" My father finally spoke

"Richard, you know she's lying..."

"Is she?"

My Stepmom didn't answer she just walked out. Everything went
silent as I sat back down on the staircase and began to cry.

Austin's P.O.V.

I waited outside in my fathers white vehicle, when I saw Emma's Stepmom slam the car door and drive off. She must be pissed, they must have gotten into a fight. My parents finally entered the car and I let out a huge sigh.

"Austin sweety?" My moms sweet voice soothed me at times, she looked at me through the rearview mirror.

"Yes" I look back.

"Aren't you proud of your father?" She asked

The truth is I am, but I'm to selfish too admit it.

"Sure"

"What's wrong with you?" My dad asked.


" I don't know, maybe having to make new friends, in a new school, already missing the love of my life...." I rambled

My father laughed.

"What do you know about love?"

What makes him think I don't know anything about love? I wrote a goddamn speech about it. Oh yeah he wasn't there. He never was for any of my performances. It made me slightly mad that he would think I know nothing of the sort. But what I do know is that he had no right to assume that.

I thought of my answer. If I start talking I won't shut up until we leave tomorrow....

"Nothing that you need to know..." I trailed off.