"I'm pretty sure that I should be; we should be" he rephrased "-aware of your love life"
They know nothing! I've had sex at least five times with three different girls. I mean I can't tell them that but fuck, I wouldn't be the way I am if they actually gave two shits about me.
"You don't know shit" I mumbled
"Excuse me..?" My father warned.
"You don't know anything! Your always cooped up in your office doing "work" if you and mom actually knew what was going on, you would take into consideration that I'm in love with the girl next door and we can't live without eachother, you would know that I'm not a virgin, you would know that I drink and drive, you would know that I have my own bank account! Fuck, it's like you guys don't have time for your own son." I ran a hand through my hair and exited the car.
I don't really know where I'm going from here but I want-no I need to get away from my parents. I crossed the street and started walking down the sidewalk. My pace picked up when I realized where I was exactly going.
I need to talk to Alex, he can help me set my mind straight.
As the wind picked up, my temper slowly fell. My mind was starting to clear, I looked up to the sky to find answers like I usually would, but there was nothing. I've always held back my anger towards my parents. But it's like they just don't care.
I hung a left into Alex's driveway. His garage was wide open, the yard was littered with red cups and what not. I walked to the door that had deflated balloons on the doorknob and walked into the bustling house. There was no music but just people chatting up a storm. I fought through the crowd of bodies that seemed to clutter the whole house. I found Alex and Robert next to the staircase that led up up to the next floor where more people probably were.
"Austin!" The chorused.
"Hey..." I shoved my hands in my pockets. "We need to talk"
"Something wrong...?"
"No dipshit" I snapped "sorry" I mumbled
They both led me up the staircase and into Alex's room. I sat down on his beanbag as he handed me the red cup filled with some kind of liquor. The cup was still full, and I debated on wether to drink my worries away, and have a good fucking last day in Miami or sulk.
I decided to be happy...
"What's on your mind?"
"Bullshit" I answered plainly
"C'mon,I'm not gonna play hardball with you." Alex pried
"Okay, I'm just stressed. School starts up again in maybe two weeks, I have to deal with new people. Most of All, I just yelled at my parents for not fucking caring about me. Honestly I just wanna forget this day."
"I'm surprised you haven't said anything about Emma yet" Robert added
"Well I can't see her today, she's with her father. "
"Did you at least text her" he asked
"Of course I did, I always do." She didn't reply though.
"Will you miss her? Alex asked.
"Of course, I miss her regardless of where I am."
"Hey, have you ever wondered who Emma would date when you leave?"
"Are you trying to make me fucking paranoid Rob?" I glared
"Sor-"
"But to answer your question we already decided that, we would do long distance."
"She did or you did" Alex crossed his arms and took a sip from his cup.
So far, every question they ask I take a sip because they're stressing me out. There actually putting me on edge. But that question did bother me because I decided that, it was always obvious she was apprehensive about the whole thing.
"I did" I finished my cup and crushed I into my hand.
"I'm going to say something, so don't take it offensive." He warned
"Shoot" My mind was already going in different directions.
"You should break it off tonight or tomorrow."
My eyes went wide at the thought. I can't do that, I've broke her heart enough. But I also feel as if she would want that too.
"I..." I faltered to speak, I don't how to answer that. Maybe the words won't come out.
"Enough of this, go party let me think" I told them I need all the space I can get.
"K" Alex and Robert left the room leaving me to complete silence.
"Hey, Austin" I turned around. I haven't heard that voice for what seems like a while. She greeted me with two red cups in her hand. Her smile was bright and her hair was longer this time around.
"Cecilia?"
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"Me Too"~ Austin Mahone Fanfiction
FanficYou can spend minutes, hours, days, weeks, or even months over-analyzing a situation; trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could've, would've happened... or you can just leave the pieces on the floor and move the fuck on...