Chapter Eleven- "Striped Sweater"

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*Alan's POV* | Mar 12, 2014 

"JAXIN?!" I screech as my eyes flutter open to the sight of my old third grade friend drinking coffee.

"Youre awake!" he exclaims.

"Naw shit, Sherlock," I retort. Im still very much angry at Austin.

"Damn, man. No need for rudeness. Gosh, what's got your panties in a twist?" Jaxin jokes. I roll my eyes.

"Austin, man! You remember him? Gosh, he's being such an emotional dick! Okay, so you know Maddie? Man she cheated on me with this ugly ass man whore and like dude he was ugly! Like he needs to fix his hair, maybe dye it a different color, and man he's got wrinkles. Like thirty or some shit, but like h-"

"Alan, your gay is showing," Jaxin chuckles.

"Whatever," I mumble. 

"So what's up with Austin? I don't really give a shit about Maddie, she's a bitch," he says.

"Oh, right. Okay, so like I fucking love him, and he's over there treating me like some pile of monkey shit, and did I mention he kissed Maddie? Right in front of my face! Man, who does that!? Who kisses their best friends' ex IN FRONT OF THEIR FUCKING FACE?" I rant.

"Chill, Princess. So, you love Austin? What's wrong with that?" 

"Austin is treating me like monkey shit, and he's like all being weird. So one minute, he's all homophobic and shit, and then the next minute he's all being gushy. It's all so confusing, and like, I don't understand him! What the fuck is wrong with Austin?! Like he's pissing me off and then he comes running back and he's trying to be friends again and then he just runs away and FUCK! Why. Is. He. So. Frustrating?!" I prattle. 

"Alan, calm the fuck down. Dude, I think he's questioning his sexuality. Have you noticed the pattern? He fucks up, and tries to fix things. He gets all gushy with you, and then he runs away. Meaning, he's scared. Lighten up, he can't help his actions. As long as he doesn't fucking swatle you, you're fine. He's fine. Aggravating, yes. But dude, give him a chance. He's trying to figure out shit. He doesn't understand. Help him out, maybe. Have you ever kissed him?" Jaxin rambles. Well shit, that's a lot to take in. 

"Oh," I whisper. "I feel like a bitch."

"It's not your fault. You didn't know. But now you do, so just like chill. Give him a chance, fix things. Yes, his homophobicness is pretty shallow, but he doesn't know how to handle it. Kiss him, and see his reaction," he insists.

"Kiss him?" I repeat.

"Yes. Now go, but I want my sweater back eventually." Sweater? I look down at my attire and finally realize that I'm actually wearing a black striped sweater. Oh, how lovely. 

"Okay?" I say in more a questioning way that intended. I pull the sweater over my head and give it back to him. 

"Put it back on, I don't want you shirtless with all of those scars on you. Seriously, they will make me cry and I will have to give you a long speech about self harm. Don't make me do it," he threatens. I roll my eyes and slide the sweater on.

"C'mon, I'll drive you home now. Don't worry, I'll speak with Austin if you want." I nod.

"Thanks, Jaxin," I say. 

"No problem, Ash." And off we go.

*time lapse - Alan's house*

"Well, Ash, you gettin' out any time soon?"  Oh shit, how long have I been sitting here?

"Uh, y-yeah," I stutter out. What if Austin's here? I mean.. I know he doesn't understand, I realize that now, but.. I don't want to be hurt. 

"It's going to be fine, okay? Relax," Jaxin enlightens. I nod. 

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