Awsten: i left my cigarettes at ur house. is it ok if i come get them
It had taken him an entire hour to hit send on the text, he was dreading this very much. He knew how much Geoff hated his 'shorthand texting', but he didn't care. He wasn't here to impress.
By this point, he'd figured out that his family were definitely not home, from when he'd left his bedroom to check on Gracie, to see if she had also been sick last night as well. He still had no idea- because she wasn't there.
He wasn't exactly worried that they weren't home, it wasn't uncommon for them to leave the house or have plans without telling him, he wasn't a part of the family anymore. It was almost as if he was permanently grounded and he loved it.
Geoff: No.
He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, trying to figure it out. maybe he wasn't home, maybe he didn't want to risk Awsten coming over, for whatever reason.
Geoff: Saw your burns. Stole you pack. Not giving them back to you.
Geoff: You can still come over if you want.
Awsten: u stole them?!
At least some of the grey was gone, washed over with this feeling of playful anger, maybe orange? That's what he had imagined it to feel like.
Geoff: Yes.
He smiled to himself a little bit, the kind of smile that filled his chest with playfulness, playfulness with a pretence of weak adrenaline. His body was lying to him, once again.
He tried calling Gracie. He never called her, so he expected for her to pick up the phone. After about a minute, it rung out. He was slightly confused.
He called his mother next, who also didn't pick up. He contemplated just leaving it at that and waiting for someone to call him back, except he was worried. He called his father.
On the fourth ring, Awsten heard the audio go fuzzy with a, "hello?" Suggesting that his father did not have his number saved. He wasn't surprised.
"Dad?" He never called him that. He was almost waiting for screaming to start but it never did. He was thankful.
"Awsten, is that you?" He sounded surprisingly calm. Mainly exhaustion, which may have just concealed any sort of hatred that was present.
"Y-Yes, uh... where are you? Nobody's home and.... I'm- I guess I'm worried? Mum and Gracie didn't pick up, w-when I called them." He wanted to hit himself from how much it was that he was stuttering, he knew his father hated that, too.
"Yeah, we- we're in hospital. Gracie was awfully sick last night, she's not doing great. We probably won't be home anytime soon, so... there's food in the fridge. I'd say we'll be home tomorrow morning."
So, she was sick. "I-I was sick last night, too. I kept vomiting and-and I had a headache, I think it was just a fever? It's gone now, do you know what Gracie's sick with?" Was he talking too much? He was always way too cautious.
"I'm pretty certain I can say that you're sick for different reasons. I have to go. Behave yourself." That was followed with a hang up tone, leaving him still with questions. He just hoped that Gracie was okay.
Awsten: i dont wanna come over but u should
Awsten: my family isnt home
That sounded suggestive, in all honestly, he just wanted Geoff to come over and cuddle with him. He hoped Geoff would want that, too.
Geoff: To your house? What if they come home?
Awsten: then u will have to hide in my bedroom for once
Awsten: and they wont
Awsten: please
His phone went flat as the battery died, he needed to find his charger. He scrambled to the power socket next to his bed, thankful to see that his charger was still there, plugged in.
He quickly plugged his phone into the power source and anxiously waited for his phone to turn on, what if Geoff didn't want to come over? Or if he had work? Or if he still had plans with Chloe? He disregarded those possible thoughts when his phone lit up again, quickly opening it to his text message conversation with the older boy.
Geoff: See you in thirty minutes, x.
Awsten smiled to himself at the last part, he wasn't sure whether it was the fact that Geoff had typed the little 'x' or put punctuation around it, either way, he could feel his body start to warm up as an undertone of pink washed over him, he wanted to see Geoff, even if it hadn't barely been twenty-four hours since the last time he had seen the older boy.
Awsten: bring my cigs or i wont let u in
He contently turned off his phone and lay down on his bed while he stared at the ceiling, he hadn't invited someone over to his house in literal years, should he do something? He wondered if he should clean up his bedroom, even though it wasn't that bad. It was more authentic if he left it how it was now, anyway.
He just had to wait thirty more minutes. Thirty more minutes until he could wrap himself in Geoff's arms and let him press little kisses down the side of his neck. Thirty more minutes until he could sit and listen to him ramble about something stupid.
Thirty more minutes until all of the grey would wash away.
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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.
