This World is not my Home *Austin Carlile adoption*

Chapter 12

-Spencer's POV- 

I woke up, my eyes prying open, sunlight infecting them as I sat up. My body ached from sleeping on the back lounge couch, it was much less than comfortable. I stood, arching my back, hearing satisfying cracking ringing from my bones. My eyes trailed to the figure curled on the couch across the silent room. Her bright orange hair was sprawled across the mint green pillow, her mouth slightly open, shallow breaths entering and exiting. I still remembered her light, airy laughs that had slipped out of that mouth last night.

Alan had managed to stumble to the lounge and walk in on us, he was drunk far beyond belief. You could see his toes curl in a small attempt to help him keep his balance. He giggled like a school girl, wavering back and fourth before mumbling quiet nonsense. After his small interruption he left, pulling the door hard behind him. Lana and I began laughing at his brainlessness until we were nearly in tears, not daring to mention the short lived kiss we calmed down, declaring exhaustion and going to sleep.

I quietly exited the room, making my way to the kitchen. Upon walking in I could smell coffee brewing and saw a bottle of Advil laying on the counter, glancing upwards I saw Austin and one the the unrecognizable Mexicans from last night, both enjoying cups of coffee. I walked past the two, opening the cupboard and grabbing a mickey mouse mug, filling it with coffee, sugar and creamer. I turned, leaning against the counter, stirring the contents of my cup, the spoon making light clunking sounds against the porcelain.

Both mens eyes roamed me, my messy hair and tired eyes, I looked almost as bad as them, except I managed to avoid a hangover. My eyes roamed the stranger that seemed to burn me with his eyes, contrary to most band members his skin was tan and tattoo-less. His messy, tangled brown hair that just brushed his shoulders. Chocolate brown eyes roamed mine, he looked really young, late teens and maybe, just maybe early twenties. He was my height, which made the man very short.

“Spencer this is Vic.” Austin stated, his voice matched his appearance, tired and groggy. I nodded as Vic extended out a hand, I shook it genitally and Vic smiled, even with a rough appearance he smiled brightly.

“I’ve heard a lot about you.” Vic spoke, his voice slightly higher than I’d expected. I stiffened a little, wondering exactly what Austin had told this stranger. At this time shuffling could be heard in the lounge, followed by groans and the ruffling of blankets. I followed Austin and Vic to the front, seeing everyone opening their eyes and rubbing their heads, soon enough coffee and pain medication was being passed around.

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After officially meeting all of the members of Pierce the Veil we sat on the conch, making any type of noise was prohibited, if you did you’d gladly receive a handful of glares and scowls and it would go back to quiet, I didn’t mind one bit, I liked the quiet. After about another ten minutes of silence there was a small amount of shuffling, the sound of a door opening and closing, a few seconds all heads turned to reveal the bright orange head of Lana. She barley glanced at me, walking over and sitting next to Jaime. I ignored her sass twoards me, eyeing them. Jaime turned, placing a kiss on her cheek. My whole face dropped and confusion settled as he mumbled a “hey babe” to her, she smiled back. I looked down, hiding my face full of shock and confusion. I felt eyes on me, I looked up expecting to see her staring at me but no, it was the other ginger, Alan.

“Oh yeah,” Jaime broke the silence. “This is my girlfriend, Lana, she was our merch girls friend.” All the guys mumbled replies and nods. I shook my head, spewing out an excuse to leave the room and ran to my bunk, away from the awkward tension that was building. Not only was she dating Jaime but she lied about being “merch girl.” I rolled my eyes, so done with people in general. My bunk curtain was pulled open, revealing Alan. I raised an eye brown at him.

“You okay?” he asked, voice now restored from groggy to normal. I nodded.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” I questioned, it wasn’t like he knew anything.

“Well last night though you and her uh...” okay so maybe he did remember. I rolled my eyed again.

“It was nothing, I don’t even care. I give up with trying to “be” with people.” I said, remembering too many times I’d been used, cheated on and lead on by to many people. He nodded slightly, smiling at me.

“I totally understand, too many assholes out there.” I smiled at him, scooting over and pattging next to me.

“Wanna watch a movie?” I questioned, Alan was great. He nodded eagerly, jumping my bunk and pulling my quilt over himself. I grabbed my laptop and set it across our legs. Alan cleared his throat.

“I didn’t know you uh ‘swayed that way.’” he said awkwardly, I couldn’t help but laugh at him, giggling to myself while he sat there, flaming hair and all, looking confused to say the least. He wasn’t wrong, but he wasn’t entirely right either.

“Only kinda.” I replied, still giggling. He rolled his eyes at me, relaxing and he opened my saved movies on my laptop. Scrolling until he was almost to the bottom, he giggled and selected a movie. I smiled at his childness, looking at the screen, seeing the beginning of 500 Days of Summer start playing. I grinned and layed my head on his shoulder just as Zooey Deschanel appeared on screen, smiling to myself as the movie began, maybe I can be happy.

-Alan’s POV-

I smiled, not only was a laying with an incredibly attractive and genuine girl watching my favorite movie but that exact attractive and genuine girl turned out to be kinda but close enough to not being a full blown lesbian. I wrapped my arm around her, pulling her close to me, barley watching the movie, she seemed more important at this moment.

I loved the way her eyes focused on the screen, the movie reflecting in her pupils, he fingers played with my hand absentmindedly. I grabbed her and in mine and she finally turned to me. A smile played on her lips, mimicking mine. I could help but look at her lips, and couldn’t stop myself from think of how I wanted to kiss them. I couldn’t resist it, she was to close and I was too lonely, I closed the space between us quickly, pressing my lips to hers. I was anticipating her to pull away, slap me even, but she didn’t, thin arms wrapped around my shoulders, pulling me close, our bodies touching. Flames ignited in the pit of my stomach and I couldn’t help but love the feeling of being so close. She pulled away slowly, painfully for me, her nose brushed mine and our foreheads leaned against each other. This moment was where I finally felt happiness, true genuine happiness, and I hadn’t felt that in way too long.