Cashby // one mistake

Chapter Ten

Phil's P.O.V.

I swear to god, Alan and Austin are always arguing these days. I sat down on the towel next to Tino, and looked up at Aaron still sleeping. I wonder what they're arguing about.

Then I heard a phone buzzing, and Tino looked at me.

"Who's phone is it?" he asked. I shrugged, looking for where the faint noise came from.

"Mine's right here," Tino lifted hisbhand to reveal his phone. Alan came running, his ginger hair surprisingly not wet. Did they not swim?

"Where is my phone?" Alan snapped, searching through bags.

I finally pulled out the phone which had been ringing from Austin's bag, handing it to him immediately. Alan avoided my gaze and grabbed the phone, unlocking it, checking it for something.

"I told you the damn phone was in your bag, Alan." Austin mumbled as he dried his legs so the sand wouldn't stick.

Why is the phone so important anyways?

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Austin's P.O.V.

It made me sad and angry at myself and Alan, he didn't deserve to be so stressed out over a phone. Once again, my fault, like everything else.

"I think Tino and I are gonna go get a hot dog." Phil stood up, brushing the sand off of himself. I watched him, wondering if he was gonna ignore us forever.

"We can come with," I offered. But Phil looked at Tino, then back at me, shaking his head.

"We just want to be in silence and peace for a few," he hinted towards Alan and My bickering earlier. "Plus, we can't have Aaron kidnapped."

Alan carefully placed his phone back in to his bag, zipping the zipper before looking up at me. I swallowed, his eyes shining from the sun or perhaps the water's reflection. Oh god.

I knew I wanted Alan to be mine, to be able to hug him, cuddle, kiss him without all the unnecessary fights and stubborness.

Maybe, he can be mine. Maybe he feels the same way?

"Alan," I forced myself to say his name. "Why do we fight so much all of a sudden?"

Alan's eyes were blank.

I stepped on to the sandy towel beside him and sat down, facing Alan directly. Without hesitation I once again tried to be able to touch his lips with mine, entangle my fingers in his hair, until I remembered we were on the beach. I looked away, but now Alan had leaned forward pressing his lips to my cheek.

Oh what are we doing, in public. I hope I really don't like Alan...I'd never hear the end of it from the band. I'll just ignore it. I need to figure something out, ASAP.