Cashby // one mistake

Chapter Eight

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Alan's P.O.V.

Austin had avoided me all night long, and to be completely honest, I missed him, his eyes on me. Phil was always there by side immediately when my mood seemed unpredictably bad, and he's a good friend. Maybe Phil is a better friend. No. Just because of sonething fans wanted, doesn't mean my friendship has to be ruined.

As we all piled in to the bus, which was now on its way to New York, where Warped Tour will be taking place in a bout a week.

Tino and Aaron left to the bunk, and Austin headed towards the bathroom quickly. Phil beat him to it.

I heard them say something to eachother, but I was on the couch, so I couldn't hear them. Phil don't do anything stupid.

Austin slumped against the wall before looking over at me expectantly. I sighed. I guess I should apologize...even though I did nothing.

"Hey...Austin..." I stood across from him, his eyes meeting mine hesitantly. I melted inside. Shush.

"What." Austin's voice was on edge, but his eyes were sort of droopy and his facial exoression hinted to me that he was tired. Very tired. Afterall, we got home late from dinner.

"I'm...sorry about." I looked away contiously. "Earlier."

I forced myself to look at Austin again, who's eyes had softened. He was still standing against the wall, but not as slumped.

"You didn't do anything." Austin whispered.

I didn't know what to do; what to say. I struggled for words, almost panicked at the loss of them. I rubbed my face in my hands when I felt a pair of hands on my waist pull me in slowly, carefully, as if I was the most fragile thing ever. His touch almost made me shiver slightly, my skin tingling. Not again, not again Austin.

"It's okay." Austin whispered, in to my ear so quietly, I could barely hear, but I for sure could feel his warm breath on my skin. Every part of me he touched, my skin seemed to spazz and I tried not to jump.

Figuring maybe I should move, I let my hair touch Austin's cheek softly, his skin soft against my hand. He's so perfect..

Austin already had my hair in his fingers as our lips finall collided. This was not intended. I shockingly found myself pressing against Austin's body, my other hand lingering on his hip. Austin was so warm, and gentle, it was crazy. He drove me crazy.

He slowly slid his other hand around my back, and up my shirt. This time I shivered under his touch, my breath hitching, and my heart seeming to skip a beat. Shit, this is crazy.

"What the hell are we doing?" I breathed, pressing my head in to Austin's shoulder. My heart was still beating fast, and Austin's hand had managed to pull my shirt off.

"I don't know...I don't know but I like it." Austin murmured, turning around so my back was against the fall. His lips collided with mine once again, and this time my hands shakily removed Austin's shirt. Stop. Stop. Stop. I swallowed, Austin now pressing against me.

"Alan," He whispered now, as we started grinding our hips against eachother. This is so fucking wrong, stop Alan stop! I bit down on Austin's bottom lip, grasping arm with my hand. But I enjoy it.

"WHAT THE HELL AUSTIN I TOLD YOU TO MAKE THINGS OKAY WITH ALAN AGAIN NOT GO AHEAD AND FUCK HIM!" Phil slammed the bathroom door, and we both stared at him wide eyed. Glad we didn't get to unzip the jeans phase, I grabbed my shirt from the floor and slipped it back on.

"I uh...got carried away." Austin stammered, doing the same with his shirt. This is so fucking awkward and weird...

Phil didn't look as mad as he soundes, maybe he was just trying to get our attention.

"Please don't go around fucking your bandmembers Austin," Phil walked away, disgusted, but not as angry as he was at first. I looked at Austin, who frustratedly retreated in to the restroom.

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