"Ugh, do you have to go? Can't you just move in with me?" I ask, whining as Austin packs his bag. His mom is waiting on him downstairs. She's probably talking with Andrew about whatever parents talk about when they're waiting on their kids.
"As much as I would love to Den, my mom would get pretty lonely without me," He says, smiling, still shoving clothes in his already full bag.
"She could visit," I say, still standing with my argument.
Austin doesn't say anything. He just rolls his eyes and smiles. My god, his smile, his beautiful smile. With his perfectly white teeth and his dimples, it just does something to me. I have come to a realization this past week; I am helplessly in love with Austin Johnson. He makes me feel safe. Not to mention he is hot as hell, but I could never have him. He doesn't like me like that. He must sense my mood change.
"What is it, buddy?" He asks; he even stopped stepping on his suitcase, trying to get it to zip.
Quick, Denver. Think of something.
"Oh, it's nothing. I just don't want to do homework tonight," I say with a fake smile.
Nice one, he has to believe that.
"I thought you said you didn't have homework," he asks, his eyebrow-raising.
Okay, maybe not. He is harder to trick, then you think.
"I forgot about a history paper I need to write," I answer, maybe a little too quick.
"Denver Blake, you are a terrible liar," Austin says, taking a few steps toward me.
"Fine, you caught me. I'm just going to miss you being here all the time" I lie smoothly this time; well, I didn't really lie. I will miss him.
"Awee, I practically live at your house anyway," Austin says, biting into the lie.
"True," I smile, so he goes back to trying to get his suitcase to shut.
After we successfully get his bag zipped, I lead him down the stairs where his mom is waiting impatiently. From there, he goes out of the door bag in hand.
The night without Austin in my bed, playing with my hair until I fall asleep, passes slowly.
"Morning, pretty boy," Austin says once I get to my locker.
"Morning," I say, not really awake yet.
"Here's your coffee, grumpy pants," He says, handing me a travel mug.
Since he and I became friends, he has always brought me food and things when he stops and gets it, he always brings me my favorites.
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Me and my Brothers
Teen Fiction****UNDER EDITING**** My name is Denver, and I live with my three very overprotective brothers. My life may get crazy at times, but I know that with my brothers by my side anything is possible. A story about a boy trying to find himself while deali...
