This World is not my Home *Austin Carlile adoption*

Chapter 11

-Spencer's POV-

My eyes opened revealing bright sunlight and a hand shaking me. I was laying alone, still in the back lounge but Alan wasn't the one shaking me. I looked up into Austin eyes, worry was clearly sunken deep into his pupils. I bit my lip, remembering the events of last night. Time to fix what I had broken. 

"Hey" my voice was gruff and sounded as if I hadn't spoken in years. I raised my hand and wiped the remnants of tears off my cheeks.  

Austin sat next to me, not saying anything he pulled me into his chest. His breathing was slightly uneven and I felt a few teardrops fell atop my head. I wondered if he heard it. My heart shattering. I knew he was upset but this tore me apart. Living with my careless, always shit-faced, poor excuse for a father had defiantly changed me. I wasn't used to people caring for me. It hurt like hell. 

I pulled away from him and looked at his face. His eyes were still the chocolate brown that I had grown to know but the were dull now, they reminded me of when he pulled my off the railing if the bridge. Sorrow curled in the out of my stomach as he looked at me. 

"I'm sorry." I whispered, and this time I truly meant it. My heart was pulled out of my chest as Austin hugged me once more, embracing my small frame. I smiled sadly, maybe I could change.

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-3 days later-

I had been a few days since my "incident" and everything was as close to normal as it could get. I was being watched closely, arms and legs being checked daily, but I understood why and honestly didn't care much. 

We had fallen into a routine of getting up in the afternoon, watching their show and coming back to the bus. The guys did press a lot and other things like meet and greets so the schedule was always busy. I didn't mind much but it was so routine that it was beginning to get tiresome. 

Today we got a break though, we got to the venue a day early and were meeting up with a few other bands to "party." Currently, I was in my bunk trying to rest. I'd been in here all day. 

I heard the door open and many sets of feet come in, voices and greeting were thrown around before bottles began popping. I rolled my eyes, because of my wonderful experiences with my father I wasn't too fond of alcohol. I decided to get up anyways because my legs were falling asleep. 

I walked out into the front lounge to see the guys, Oli and Jordan from Bring Me the Horizion (who I had met before) and four others I didn't recognize. Nobody seemed to notice me as I snuck into the kitchen. 

I went to turn to get a drink when I collided with a body. I fell backwards onto my butt and looked up to the person I had stumbled into. 

I expected another band mender but no, I was faced with a short, orange haired girl. She looked shocked to see me, her hazel eyes wide.

"Oh my gosh I'm so sorry." Her soft voice was panicked. I couldn't help but smile at her, she was quite attractive. 

"No problem, no offense but who are you?" She giggled a bit, which was adorable, and smiled brightly at me while I pulled myself to me feet. 

"I'm Lana, Pierce the Veil's merch girl." She responded, she bright smile still shining on her face. I nodded, assuming that the four Mexicans currently getting shit faced in the front lounge were these "Pierce the Veil" men she spoke of.

"Spencer." I replied politely. "Do you wanna hang with me in the back lounge or..?" I stated awkwardly, I hoped she didn't want to party with the guys because to be honest I was little lonely. Red tinted her cheeks and she giggled again, she was realllly cute. She nodded quickly and followed me to the lounge. 

I shut the door, only slightly blocking out the loud music being played. I smiled at Lana an sat next to her. 

"Wanna watch a movie?" I asked, smiling. She nodded and we agreed on a horror movie neither of is had seen. I put it in the DVD player and returned to the couch, grinning and pressing play. 

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The movie had ended and Lana was practically in my lap, we had clung onto each other for dear life for almost two hours, which I didn't mind. We both let out sighs of relief as the credits began to roll. We untangled our bodies and laughed lightly, we were still really close. I felt her warm breath caress me cheeks as she exhaled. My heart thumper loudly, I was surprised she couldn't hear it. 

My breathing got caught in my throat and my lungs stopped working as she leaned in. Our lips met and we molded together. As cliche and stupid it may sound I felt the "fireworks" that so many people  had described. Her small arms wrapped around my shoulders, her fingers snaking through my hair. My hands rested on her hips as our lips moved in sync. I was so lost in the kiss, I didn't even hear the door open until the music began blaring throughout the lounge.