A Post Malone FanFiction: The new Rockstar, Austin Post, met the up and coming Californian, Madison Lopez, and was instantly taken by her, and she him. Their one night stand leads to a sizzling friendship, with the occasional benefits, but he wants...
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Chapter Eighteen Bullseye "I think I want to marry you, actually no, I know I want to marry you and spend the rest of my life with you."
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Austin and I woke up later than his parents, groggily stumbling into the kitchen where food awaited us, I looked around and saw no Jodie or Rich. "Where are they?" I asked, placing the warm food on a couple of plates.
"Doing daily errands, they'll be back soon." I gave him a confused look, sliding in a seat beside him at the table.
"Daily errands? What do you mean?"
"Jodie cooks everyday, full course meals, so they get food everyday for just the single day so Jodie can mix up what she wants to make." He gave a glance at the nearly empty pantry. "And by the looks of it, she is going full grocery shopping and thanksgiving shopping."
"Isn't it a bit early?" I asked, biting off a bit of bacon.
"Dad likes to let the Turkey soak in a special sauce he makes and it takes a day for the turkey to defrost, so seeing that thanksgiving is in three days, I would say no." He spoke but payed little attention to me, rather enjoying his food.
"When should I be ready for the range?"
"Erm, in a couple of hours."
In a couple of hours I was ready, wearing simply makeup with my hair thrown up in a brown mass of a bun, wearing black jeans and a Post Malone merchandise jacket. Austin's bun was neater than mine, but his outfit identical. "Stop twinning with me." I laughed.
"But I like to." He kissed my lips. "I'm a hopeless romantic like that."
"Fine." I chuckled, wrapping my arms around him. "I love you."
"I love you too." He held my shoulder blades, softly urging me to pull myself closer, I stepped on his precious boots to gain height, he didn't even flinch. "God you eyes are so beautiful."
"You mean my plain jean brown orbs?" I stroked his neck, loosing my breathe at the beauty of his own crystal eyes. "Your eyes are like staring into the crisp blue of the Bahama waters, or as I have had them described to me. It's said you can't even look at the water without silver lined glasses because it is so bright."
"Baby, your eyes are like looking at live fire, flecks of golden and red life sparking, and when the light catches it right it's like staring at liquid gold."
"Gold? They are just brown."
"No," he laughed in bewildered amazement. "they are so much more than brown."
