Austin | Post Malone X Reader

(Y/-stin)

"So" Austin said "tell me about yourself" the Taco crashed between his teeth, and continued with guacamole in his mouth. "Ethan told me about you, and he says that you're a 'often hungry person' and 'writes cringe stories' is it true?"

"You basically just described me" I said. I took a picture of the food and Austin and posted it on Instagram, after taking some hot sauce.

"Chill bro" he said, after I had made a red sea in my Taco.

"W0t?". His laugh felt so comfortable and joyful. "I like chili" I said. I took a bite, and I had underrated the hotness of the sauce. In America the hot sauces was always just like ketchup. As Ethan and I called it "pussy sauce". My tongue burned, just as my now wet eyes. A strong heat began to tickle violently in my throat.

"Your face is just as red, as the sauce. Do you want a napkin?" He laughed with empathy, while I laughed in pain. "It can't be that hot" he took some sauce on his Taco, and took a bite.

Pussy bite.

"Ouh, man" he said after 10 seconds with silence. We both had red eyes. I began to sweat but kept laughing.

"Empathy?"

"Empathy" he slammed his hand hard on the table, and took some water.

"N-no no. Not water. It makes it worse" I layed some money on the table, and took his hand. "I can't" We ran out of Mexican Taco's, into a small shop, and bought some milk.

10 minutes later

"Hell yearrrr" I said like Jenna Marbles as I drank the last milk.

"I got a basketball game tomorrow" he said with a kid voice, and I stopped breathing from laughing.

5 minutes later

"You smoke?" He asked. We were somewhere on a street in Nowhere Town, chilling with an empty milk.

"No" I said, and trew the milk out in a trashcan. It was really dark now, and my mobile was out of battery. "What is the time?"

"12pm" he said and lightened up the little cigarette between his lips. I knew where his mouth was, because the only thing I could see was the round, orange light from the cigarette.

"I better go home." But then I remembered that I lived in fucking New York. I continued the sentence with " - to Ethan"

"I have a car, I can drive you" Austin was so nice. I hugged him, but the smell of the cigarette hit me. "Let's go".

20 minutes later

"I'm here you dumb fuck" I said and opened the door. "Bye Austin. It was so nice to meet you" I said and gave him a hug "hope we can meet again sometime"

"Sure thing. I have your number, so we can text" he lighted a new cigarette up.

"You chain"

"Sorry dude. Need it. See you somewhere" he walked over to his car, with the wind playing with his hair.

"Silly" I whispered with a smile. The house was dark and warm. Ethan was sleeping. His snore was terrifying, because I did not know where it came from. Their new house was bigger than the other, and this was the first time I saw it. I knew every room in the old house, because I was often visiting them.

I took the cereals and began to watch some youtube on Ethans computer. I saw the video he just edited and my grin video, while I heard Alex Turner with It's Hard To Get Around The wind.

Someone had just commented my picture on Instagram. It was Joji, that piece of Jap trash.

@sushitrash - (Y/-stin) ❤❤❤

"Cunt" I mumbled. I had 40k likes. 1 from Hila. 1 from Ian. From Max. From that one with the green hair, I always call Steve. One from my dad and HTB, and then 40k people I didn't know existed.

I think I got my fame through my famous friends. I wasn't a youtuber, I seriously found it to cringe. All the hate comments always said that I wasn't doing anything for the fame life, or I was ugly. They all said that my famous friends took me to the top.

I do also have friends that aren't famous. My tree best 'not famous' people was; Irma, Karen and Petra. They lived in Utah together in one apartment. Karen was in Sweden. she was studying or something. I missed her so much.