No One Takes Me Home [Student/Teacher] (Josh Franceschi)

24. I'm Not Old Enough For You

Scott and Autumn sat at the floor by her wardrobe. Held up clothes, looked at them and either shook their heads or nodded. 

Autumn held up a basketball tank top, it was white and gray and had the word "nasty " on it. She chuckled and threw it on her bed, with the other clothes she needed to bring. She didn't want to bring to many clothes, even though the tour is two months long. Maybe two pairs of jeans and a few shirts would be good. She could always buy new stuff on the road, or find a laundry place somewhere. 

"What, are you not gonna wear that?" Scott asked when Autumn threw her real friends shirt back into the wardrobe.She shook her head. "Why? It's nice" He doesn't even like that band what is he talking about? 

"No, they're not even on the tour. It would be weird." Autumn said and raised an eyebrow at him. She held up a pair of gym shorts. They'll probably be good for tour, she thought and threw them on the bed. She didn't really know what to pack, since the weather isn't the same in every state. In the north part of the states it's probably snow season, whilst in California and Florida it's probably sunshine. Even though Autumn could just buy something temporary on the road, she felt like bringing some clothes too. 

"How are things with you and.. Lover boy" Scott asked and wiggled his eyebrows. Why do everyone keep doing that? It's creepy and weird.. Also, how long did that joke take him? 2 seconds? 

"Oh my god, shut up and hand me that brush" she rolled her eyes and pointed to a make up brush next to Scott. He was sitting by her table, Autumn was folding her clothes and putting them into her bag. It was already pretty full so she just stuffed the clothes where they could fit. The bag wasn't too big either, it was big enough. 

"No, I'm serious, are things getting better with you? How do you think tour will be? You'll be with him for months, and if you don't get good shots of him you'll probably have to sleep on the couch you know.." Scott said and handed her the brush, Autumn put it into her make up bag and sighed. She looked over all the stuff. 

"We're good. And ha ha, I'll try to make him look sexy so I get somewhere to sleep" she said and got up from the bed. "it can't be that hard, right?" 

Scott nodded and took his phone from his pocket and started texting someone. Probably Charles, they've been basically conected by the hip.. 

After what felt like hours, but probably only were like 1 and a half, the packing was done and Scott had left. Autumn sat by her desk, she looked out the window. It was a beautiful day still, the sun hadn't set yet, it probably wouldn't set until a few hours. It was of course a bit chilly, it was November! But nothing too unbearable, at least not for Autumn. 

So she grabbed her camera, put her leather jacket and a big scarf on and headed out for a walk. She didn't really know where she would go but it didn't really matter. 

Maybe I could go to the park, the one I took pictures of All Time Low at? That'd be nice, I bet it's all orange and red, I love this season. Everything is so colorfull, just before it dies. Like the trees have been saving up all year for this moment. As soon as the leaves start growing they're prepairing to die. Maybe that's what humas are like too. We are born to die. But it's what we do inbetween birth and death that matters. She thought as she snapped some photos of leaves and the streets, which was conveniently covered with red leaves. Her thoughts usually wandered off with her when she went on walks. She didn't really do that so often anymore though. Maybe she could start doing that with some of the bands when they're on tour. Some of the places they're going to are really pretty. 

Autumn reached the park, just like she thought, the leaves were in bloom, there were kids playing around in the piles of leaves whilst their parents talked to each other, probably about taxes or other boring adult topics. Autumn smiled at some kids that run past her when they played tag.