Hypocrisy (Austlan Cashby)

Chapter 20

Darkness is something that's feared by every kid. Although, some kids would like to think they're tough and don't admit it. As soon as the lights go out, paranoia rises inside their little body. The darkness is said to hold monsters or unimaginable creatures.

Remember when you'd ask your mom to check under the bed for monsters? Or in you're closet? It seemed as if the places that held the most darkness, also held the most monsters.

As you get older, your fear slowly goes away. Or, it's supposed to. With age comes sense and reality. Darkness sometimes is just there, and you know longer really acknowledge it. You really don't need to, darkness sets the mood for sleep.

But, being the over thinker I am, I acknowledge everything and turn it into something else. I'd like to say I'm an artist, turning things into something that they're not, but I suck at drawing and haven't find my talent yet. Although, guitar is something that I've tried and was somewhat good at. But, I put it down when I was little and my mother got it for me for Christmas. We really enjoyed each others company. Oh, how things have changed.

"Are you still awake?" Austin called by my side. I could've sworn he was fast asleep by now.

"Mhm."

"I can't sleep. Can we go for a walk?"

"Of course, Austin."

I didn't want to go for a walk, but he wanted to and that's all that mattered.

Slipping on my shoes, I tossed Austin his pair and grabbed my coat off of the hook.

The night breeze nipped at my face and caused my nose to turn a bit pink, as well as Austin's. The sky was almost starless, but a few light specks here and there. I miss the nights when the sky was littered with light. Those nights where I'd pull out a blanket and sit in the freshly mowed lawn and drink my apple juice. When I was growing up, apple juice was my favourite. I loved the sweet taste to it. As I got older, apple juice was replaced my alcohol and I can't drink apple juice without my stomach quenching due to too much sugar.

My feet clomped on the still damp pavement. We had had a storm a little bit earlier and a few limbs had made there way over onto the streets and littered the side walks.

I scanned around, taking in the unfamiliar area. Austin and I moved motels yesterday, leaving me no time to adjust.

Earlier, Austin and I discussed when we'd have to stop moving so often. We came to the conclusion that when we were close to running out of money and so far away from our small hometown that no one knew out name, we'd settle. Together, of course.

We were one of those couples that always talked about the future. Not in a bad way, like marriage and stuff. Although, we had t gone over that yet. Two fags getting married in this state wouldn't go down correctly, and we both knew it.

We talked about how many cats we would have, where we would live, what our house would look like. All of that stuff. Sharing similar taste with the brown headed boy, it wasn't hard to work over derails. For, we both agreed about almost everything. And the things we didn't agree on, we would compromise. We talked as if we had been dating for forever, when in reality it was only a couple months (not including fights and stuff). The way we talked was the reason I never wanted to leave his side.

"Alan!" Austin whisper shouted.

"What?"

"Look over there!" Austin's skinny finger pointed into the direction of a boy, about our age, leaning against a fence crying. He was bawling. His fist would clench and unclench and his breath was jagged and short.

Before I could tell Austin to leave him alone, his long legs ran over there. I knew Austin was trying to be nice, but some people wanted to just be alone. He had disrespected that, and I debated on following him.

But, my need to be beside my boyfriend took over me and I walked towards the two who were already conversing. Awkwardly walking beside Austin, I observed the boy.

It was obvious he had not had a good night. His clothes were torn in some places and his face was raw from crying.

"Alan, this is Aaron," Austin introduced me. I had only been away from the conversation for about a few minutes, but they had already covered a lot of things.

"Hey Aaron, I'm Alan. What's wrong, buddy?" My curiosity got the best of me and I yearned to find out why Aaron had turned up so broken; incomplete.

"A fight with my girlfriend. She fucked my best friend, Tino, and broke my X-box when I started yelling at her."

Cheating was something I hated. God, with a passion I hated cheating. First of all, cheating is the wrong word for he act. A relationship isn't a gam and cheating is something you can't do in a relationship. But, you can break trust. A relationship is run off of trust. Therefore, it can't run if there isn't any.

"I'm so sorry. Cheating sucks," I replied, staring at Austin as I did so. He needed to know my thoughts on the subject so he wouldn't get any ideas.

Aaron nodded his head.

"But, it's going to be okay. Would you like to hang out at our motel room were staying in? Just to get your mind off of things?"

Aaron nodded his head, again. We all walked to the motel in silence. I noticed different things about the town we were in. The nature, or lack thereof, and just random shit. This was a small town with a gas station and a family owned sandwich shop.

The ground was muddy and uncared for. Grass grew in random places but was long dried out. Everything was so grimy and I couldn't find a place to appreciate it. It was ugly, just like me.

Finally, we reached the motel. We all three sat on the floor and just talked. About anything and everything. Someone would say something and another person would have a story to add to that. It was amazing.

It was when Austin wrapped his arms around me and kissed my head that Aaron rose his eyebrows.

"Are y'all um, you know, um, yeah?" I looked at Austin, we both knew what he meant and we both knew the answer. Just not the person who was going to vocalise it.

"Yep! Alan is my dear ginger princess!" Austin took his love of sharing me to other people and replied. I rolled my eyes at his gay reply.

"That's fine with me you know!" Aaron rushed out. "You both are cute together. I don't know how I couldn't have seen it. The way you both look at each other gives it away."

Then, I looked at Austin. It was the way we looked at each other that gave us away from not being just two best friends.

We looked at each other with love.

Pure love.