Who Would Have Guessed?(Austlan Cashby)

Wants and Needs. - Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve

Alan’s P.O.V.

 

We pulled into the parking space for his apartment complex, but I didn’t want to be home. If that was even a place that I could call home. I didn’t want to go inside, sit down, try to kiss him, and then start fighting again. I want all of this to be over. I wished he and I had never gotten together, regardless of whether or not this was one of the best times of my life. I need him there, cuddling with me, but I wanted him as far away as he could get. Things had to go back to normal, or I was going to implode.

 

I reluctantly got out of the car, and shuffled over to Austin. I walked up to him, and folded into his arms. “I don’t wanna go in.” I whined into his chest. “Why not?” he questioned. “I don’t wanna get in a fight.” I mumbled. “We don’t have to, if you don’t want to.” he shrugged. “But we have to talk about it, and I don’t want to, but I also want everything to be fine again, and that can’t happen until we talk through this, and I have a bad feeling that if we try to talk it out, it’ll end in a big mess, and uhg. I don’t wanna go in.” I rambled.

 

“But unless you really want to fight about it, we don’t have to.” He told me. “But we need to.” I sighed. “I guess we should go in.” “One last kiss before it turns into an all out brawl.” I pleaded. He took my chin, and lightly pressed his lips to mine. “This won’t be the last. It’ll be better by tonight.” he pulled me into another tight hug. He tried to pull away, but I wouldn’t let him. I knew things wouldn’t be better by tonight. Knowing my luck, they’d end up worse.

 

I shuffled behind Austin into the lobby, up the elevator, and into the apartment. I didn’t want the door to close, but when it did, I felt all of my emotions collapse into a big mess. “Okay, what do we need to talk about.” Austin shut the door, and sat down on the couch. “You looked in my private notebook, when you know you shouldn’t have. I don’t care whether or not it was to give me encouragement. You knew that you shouldn’t have, but you did it anyway.” I found myself screaming at him the same things that I did in the car.

 

“I’m sorry about invading your privacy. I won’t do it again. I swear.” he crossed his heart, but I still couldn’t believe it. “Why’d you do it?” I asked. “I wanted to write you a note.” he told me. He was sitting on the couch, but I was standing against the door. I needed to have some kind of balance, because I knew that I could collapse at any moment. My emotions were broken and Austin was only making it worse. “No you didn’t. Tell me the truth.” I tried to say calmly, but my temper was rising. “I knew you had written more in it. I wanted to know your obvious potential.” he said, standing up, and walking over to me.

 

I felt my temper rising, and my face flushing. “Austin.” I growled. “I told you I’m sorry. What more do you want?” he yelled. I flinched at his tone of voice. When Austin got upset, it was scary. Even when I yelled I was still as scary as a unicorn. However, when Austin got mad, he was a completely different person. I sunk down against the door, and put my head in my hands. “I don’t know Austin. My emotions are a mess. I just need someone to stabilize me.” I pleaded, and found myself crying, yet again.

 

“You can’t cry every second Alan! You need to man up, and actually deal with things.” he huffed. The truth was, I was trying to man up, but I couldn’t. I had been holding all my emotions in for the past year, and they were all coming out at once. “Things don’t always work out in your favor Austin. I wanted your help, and I wanted to make things okay between us, because I really do like you. But, no. I guess things can’t be okay. You tell me that it’s okay to cry, but the second I do it, and you don't want to help comfort me, you say that it’s okay. People have to cry Austin! It’s a art of life, and right now, I’m going through a large patch of that.” I was crying, but I still sounded more confident than I had expected.

 

“I wish I could be here for you Alan, but I also have problems.” I could hear the regret in his voice. “I tried to talk to you about your problems. I really did try. But no. Austin Carlile, ruler of the world, decided that he didn’t want to expose his true self, and ruin his badass rock star representation.” I stopped crying, through my hands up in the air, and stood up. “You know that’s not true Alan.” his tone had changed completely. He was serious, probably because I had offended him. “But it really isn’t though. I’m leaving. When you’re ready to apologize for being a giant douche, I’ll be at Aarons.” I said, turned around, and opened the door.

 

I walked out into the fresh California air, and sat on the sidewalk for a minute. I needed to breath. After a moment or two of only the street noises accompanying me, I pulled my phone out. I called Aaron, and he quickly picked up. “Alan, what’s up?” he said into the phone. “Um, Austin and I got into a fight. I kind of need somewhere to stay for tonight.” he hesitated on asking him, even though I knew he’d say yes. “Yeah, you can stay here. I’ll come pick you up really quick. You’re at Austin’s apartment building, right?” he asked. “Yeah. I’m out front waiting.” I sighed. “Be there soon.” the line went dead.

As much as I wanted Austin and I to stay together, it was probably best we didn’t. It could ruin the band, and that’s not good for anyone. It was best we stayed apart for a while.

A/N: Yay! New chapter. I've been working really hard on this story lately, and I need to fiure out where it's gonna go from here. So yeah. Hope you guys liked it, and if you did, then comment/fan/vote, and it'll show your support. I finally got my computer fixed, so I'll be writing a whole lot more, so be looking forward to a lot of content!

-Smashie