"What the fuck was that for?"
Awsten was standing in the corner of Geoff's tidy bedroom, looking over at the boy who was situated on the made bed in the opposite corner. His room was painted a soft white colour, he had band posters that had been neatly pinned to his walls, covering most of the wall space that he had. "You looked like you were about to collapse, and-"
Awsten cut him off. "My dad is going to fucking kill me, he was the one who made me come here in the first place!" He was whisper-screaming, he wasn't angry, as such, just really, really scared.
"And," he shuffled uncomfortably. "the bruises on your neck are showing." Geoff finished the sentence he started previously.
"Huh?" Awsten brought his fingers to where the marks were, realising that his sweater had crept down slightly, just enough to show some colour. "Fuck." He muttered quietly to himself although he was pretty sure Geoff heard.
"I don't think she saw, in case you're wondering."
"How can you be sure?" He was talking quickly as he started to panic, feeding off the expression in Geoff's eyes to reassure him.
"Because she asks questions. That woman does not have a fucking filter, I swear. She tries too hard to care and ends up in other people's drama way too often. If she saw them, she would have asked questions," he concluded. It took Awsten a moment to process everything before deciding that Geoff was right. Maybe he was just trying to make Awsten feel okay, but he knew his mother and Awsten didn't think that Geoff would lie to him about this.
He was lightly shaking. Of course he was, he was too pathetic to deal with situations without freaking out. "You realise that eventually, I'm going to have to leave your bedroom. I'm going to have to go back up there and get out to my car to get home. You've probably noticed, but I get anxious pretty fucking easily." He sighed and sat down on the bed, too, not that he exactly wanted to be closer to Geoff but he was scared his legs would buckle underneath him if he stood for any longer. "You're making things very difficult for me."
Geoff only smiled, it almost looked playful. "Calm down, Knight. Sunday, two o'clock, my mum always leaves to go out to lunch with her best friend, Cathy. You're stuck with me for thirty minutes."
He sighed as Geoff stood up to retrieve the vinyl for "Vessel" by Twenty One Pilots, and Awsten became completely aware of the sour strawberry scent that he recognised from the previous night. That was when he noticed all of the half-burnt out candles that littered Geoff's desk and bookcase, he didn't know what colour they were, but, based off of the smell, he guessed red.
"I wake up fine and dandy but then by the time I find it handy..."
The vinyl sounded worn out, meaning that Geoff probably listened to it a lot. "You like Twenty One Pilots?" Geoff asked almost excitedly. No, not excited, passionate. Awsten wasn't sure what he had done that suggested to Geoff that he knew the song, but he nodded.
"To rip my heart apart and start planning my crash landing..."
Geoff smiled. That fucking smile. Awsten went to stand next to Geoff who was looking over his vinyl collection, to grasp an idea of what kind of music he liked. Based off of the posters that lined the walls in the room, Awsten already had an idea of what music Geoff was into, fairly similar to Awsten's. My Chemical Romance, Panic! At The Disco, Fall Out Boy, Twenty One Pilots. Looking over the vinyls, their music tastes were close to parallel to each other. The Story So Far, Pierce The Veil, Blink-182. Awsten was more into bands like The 1975 and Paramore as opposed to the heavier bands, but he didn't mind them.
His heart stopped when he saw Dirty Work by All Time Low. He knew his heart didn't literally stop, just squeezed before it had time to fill with blood; he felt a wave of excitement wash over him. He removed the vinyl that was layered in other albums into his hands, looking over at Geoff. It had a worn out cover and one of the corners was bent back. Taking the hint, the brunette took the album and walked over to the record player that had now moved on to "Holding Onto You", before taking the stylus off the record and replacing it with the new one.
"I let it ride on a bad bet..."
This was Awsten's favourite album. He could never decide on his favourite band, it changed from time to time, but there was no denying that this album has always been and always will be, his favourite album. "My favourite is Last Young Renegade," Geoff responded.
"I doubled down on a sinking ship..."
He looked at Geoff, confused; he must have spoken his mind at some point. "I've never met somebody who likes All Time Low, before." It was true, out of the thousands of people who seemed to adore them online, Awsten had never actually met somebody who appreciated the band.
"My ex-girlfriend hated them," he smiled. "I used to hide their records under my bed because I was scared she was going to break them." he laughed a little and continued to flick through his almost endless collection of music, pushing his long fringe to the side of his face.
Awsten figured out that he was gay when he turned fifteen, although, even now he refused to admit it to himself; the second he became comfortable with it was the second that he believed it. At seventeen, he forced himself to get a girlfriend to try to diffuse suspicion from his family, but when he found out she had been cheating on him he realised that his prediction was probably right because he felt really relieved that they weren't together anymore.
"Holy shit, are you actually enjoying being here?" Geoff teased, Awsten realised he had been smiling at Geoff the whole time.
"Don't flatter yourself," Awsten scoffed. "believe me, I'm leaving the second after your mother does." he sounded stubborn, although his mind knew that he was having a better time here than being cramped up in his own home.
"Oh, trust me, I believe you." Geoff had a flirtatious smirk visible on his lips, "Seeing as though my mother left here... thirteen minutes ago." he said checking the time on his phone.
Awsten blushed slightly, "that's bullshit!" He turned on his own phone to reveal the time, two-thirteen. He focused his gaze back to the boy who was laughing at him, rolling his eyes before standing up and marching towards the bedroom door.
"Be careful not to trip on the way out, Knight."
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Serendipitous (Gawsten)
Fanfiction[COMPLETED] An apathetic boy with colourblindness and too many problems serendipitously meets a boy who may be able to help him feel all of the colours he'd never seen.
