Maybe This Christmas

Chapter 3

I unlocked the door to mine and Austin's room nervous as fuck. I honestly didn't know what to tell my parents about my little outburst at the restaurant. I don't think I could come up with an excuse quick enough, so I'll just have to tell the truth. Or I'll twist the truth up a bit.

"Alan, please sit down." My mother said pointing to the seat in front of her, right next to Austin. Great. "Would you like to explain your little scene?" she said sternly.

I sighed and decided to say "Austin was teasing me about a girl I like at school and he over did it so I got mad and stormed out. I'm sorry I ran out, I realize now that it wasn't the correct thing to do." Okay I may have changed the story a lot, but it's believable.

"Austin, I think you should apologize to Alan so we can get this whole thing over with." His father suggested.

Austin looked at me and rolled his eyes. "I'm sorry for making fun of you." He mumbled." I just hummed in reply, I honestly can't look at him right now.

"Okay then, get to bed. We have a long day tomorrow." Austin's dad said as the rest of our parents got up and went towards their bedrooms.

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I can't fall asleep, no matter how hard I try. I looked at my phone to check the time and I read 2:54 a.m. I can't stop thinking about what I told Austin. I wish he understood how I felt. He hasn't brought it up yet and I'm not sure if that's a good or bad thing.

I kept tossing and turning, I was hot then I got too cold. What's wrong with me?

"Alan stop moving, you're making it hard for me to sleep." Austin groaned giving me a small push.

"Yeah well you're keeping me up too." I replied with a little more attitude than I planned.

"How? You're the one moving constantly I'm just trying to fucking sleep." He whisper yelled.

"Because you're on my fucking mind okay? I can't stop thinking about what happened! You don't understand how I feel because unlike me, you're straight! I'm just some faggot who has a crush on you and you... you just don't get it." I started off with yelling then my voice became weak, I felt like I was going to cry.

"Alan, I do understand. I don't think you understand me. It's you who doesn't understand." Understand him? I completely understand him, he's a complete jack ass. "I'm sleeping on the couch, goodnight." And with that, Austin left me with my thoughts again.

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When I woke up, I noticed that our parents were gone and so was Austin. Where the fuck did they go?

"Aus?!" I yelled through the house.

"What?" I heard him scream back.

"Where the fuck did our parents go?" I finally found where he was hiding at, in the gaming area playing pool by himself.

"Went to town. They figured that we wouldn't want to go, which is true, so they left us alone for the whole day." he said simply.

I went to the chair behind him and got lost into my thoughts. I don't think you understand me either. That line from last night kept ringing in my head and the more I think about it, the more I feel like I don't understand what he meant by it. I was debating on asking him but I didn't want to make things even more awkward than usual. But I was dying to know.

"What do you mean by 'I don't think you understand me either.' What is it I don't understand?" I looked up at him, he seemed confused on what I was saying, probably because it was random.

"What do you mean?" Austin set down his pool stick and sat next to me. He actually seemed interested in this conversation.

"Last night. When I made that um confession..." I felt the awkwardness become even more awkward. It might just be me, I'm a very awkward person, so pretty much it's me who makes everything awkward. "You said that it was me who didn't understand you." I played around with my hands keeping my gaze anywhere but Austin.