Who Would Have Guessed?(Austlan Cashby)

Bones Exposed - Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

Austin's P.O.V.

After an hour or so of Alan and I driving we had finally decided to stop, get food, and head home. After spending an hour at the beach, it got boring, and I wanted to go somewhere more private, so Alan would feel more comfortable. We stopped by Chick-Fil-A, got two chicken sandwiches, and went back to my apartment. I could tell that Alan still felt a little uneasy, but that could be because he wanted to know about my problems.

The reason I wasn’t telling him was because it was a little too much for me to handle. I went through a terrible breakup right before we went on tour, but the person I broke up with was still trying to contact me. It was one of those creepy stalker situations, and it was still going on when Alan and I started dating. He was already having problems with Stephanie, and he just entered the band after Shayley left, and it was a mess. He was stressed out, and needed to take his mind off it.

When we got to my apartment, we sat around my coffee table, eating food and coming up with ideas for new songs. We needed new content, and we needed it soon. “What is there to write about?” I sighed loudly with a mouthful of food. “I dunno. Why don’t we make something directed towards our fans? You always see them tweeting us about how much we mean to them, and it makes them feel less alone in the world. We should do something based around that.” he suggested with a smile.

Seeing him happy was the best feeling in the world. Especially after he had been crying all the time over the course of the past few days. Not only did seeing him happy make me happy, seeing him going through his creative process was entertaining. We had our notebooks out, brainstorming things. He would get ready to write something down, then rethink it, and he just went through thoughts so quickly. It was far more entertaining than writing down my own ideas.

He started to notice me observing him after he came up with the idea of writing about our fans. He would glance up at me every ten seconds or so, then go back to working. “Why are you staring at me like that Austin? Do I have something on my face?” he started to get paranoid. “No, you’re fine. You’re just really cute when you think.” I replied, trying to hide my obvious smile. He giggled, and crawled over to me. “Thank you.” he pecked my cheek, and went back to his spot.

“Why’d you leave me?” I feigned hurt. “You said I was cute when I thought, so I’m going back to thinking.” he said smugly. I shook my head at him, and looked down at my empty notebook. Alan was distracting me from thinking about anything but him. “Can we like go to bed. I can’t think of any good ideas when you’re around.” I groaned, then lay down on the floor. “But I’m finally making progress after months and months of not.” he whined. “The one time you don’t want to sleep.” I mumbled, still on the floor, and looking up at the ceiling. I let out a long sigh, like I had at least thirty times that night.

The ceiling was white and boring, like most ceilings, but it was the most exciting thing in the room at that moment. As I was staring, a random burst of orange appeared. Alan hung his head above mine. “I guess we could go to bed, if that’s what you really want.” he huffed, and pulled me up to a sitting position. “No, if you want to write, then that’s what we’ll do. You still have a good hour left of the night that’s all about you.” I told him. “If it’s still about me, then I wanna go sleep. I want to make you happy.” he smiled. I kissed him, and he kissed me back.

What would have been a miserable summer, was slowly turning into something better than I could have imagined.

Alan’s P.O.V.

“Now let’s go to bed. I can’t wait to spoil you all day tomorrow, because you said I could, and that’s what you’re going to let me do.” I kissed him again, but on the cheek this time. “I really don’t want you to do that though. I like it when we do what you want. It’s fun.” I could see him trying to coax me out of it. There was no way I’d let him though. He needed the same amount of attention that he was giving me.

“You’re out of luck. I’m going to do whatever you want tomorrow. You can cry, laugh, decide to go to Florida. I don’t care. It’s your day, and we do what you want.” I jumped up from the floor, and waited for Austin to join me. “So I take it that I’m not getting out of this, no matter how hard I try?” he laughed, and stood up to. “Nope.” I shook my head. He rolled his eyes, and hugged me. “Alright. Well lets sleep because that sounds absolutely wonderful. “Can I have a kiss first?” I pouted. “I guess.” he groaned. He leaned down and kissed me.

A/N: Hope you guys liked that chapter. It's kind of short, more of a filler, but hopefully there will be a better, longer one next week. comment/fan/vote/ ily all. (btw the chapter title is completely irrevelvant, it was just the song I was listening to when writing this.)

-Smashie