tired yet? ||cashby||

Chapter 13

Okai, so 20 stupid facts about Cat:
1) I write so that I won't be sad. 2) I'm 10,000% sexually confused. 3) I'm an artist c: art is like my child and I love it. 4) Man Overboard is hnngggg; I love pop punk more than anything 5) in love with boys who wear flannels like seriously. 6) I spend a ton of time on writing every single day. It's never a good day if I can't write. 7) I believe in the universe! 8) I just want to be happy. doesnt everyone? 9) I'm a vegan! ANIMAL RIGHTS FUÇK YEAH. 10) cashby turns me on a lot and then I question myself and my life. 11) I frickin hate school so much dude. 12) I'm super infatuated with Austin and it almost makes me cry sometimes. 13) I hope I can have adventures like the ones I write about. 14) my readers are my entire self-esteem system. 15) ✌LIVE TO SPREAD GOOD VIBES✌16) nature is my friend seriously I just wanna fuçk under the stars and swim in the ocean and be part of the natural universe as seamlessly as I can. 17) I speak some Chinese, just like Aus10. 18) I really want to dedicate my life to art and go to art school. 19) I'd love to live in the UK one day! 20) I kinda hate myself hardcore sometimes but who doesn't?
That's all c: thanks for reading! If you guys wanna post some facts about yourself for me to read, I would adore that!! Sorry I'm so boring! Love you all :*

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Surprisingly, I found it quite easy to walk when I was high. Austin just led me along the road, and we talked quietly, our words floating up into the atmosphere. The night was warm, but shivers were running up my spine as we made our way a few blocks out. He really seemed to know where were we going, so I allowed him to tug me along. As our feet pattered on, I felt myself sober up a bit, though. Admittedly, it was really nice being high, but I liked this better, because I could focus on Austin more, which was all I wanted.

"Tell me where we're going," I demanded, finally able to hear myself better.

"The playground."

"Ugh, you're so cliché," I whined, and he hugged me from behind.

"Shut up, Ashby. God," he whispered into my ear, kissing the back of it. Gasping, I pushed him away, because that kiss made something inside me feel warm and festering and explosive.

"Nope." I rubbed away the increasingly growing warmth left by his lips from my skin furiously, and shook the warm shivers from my arms.

"What, can't I turn you on?" he pouted, and my heart leapt up into my throat as embarrassment and awkwardness overcame me. Avoiding eye contact, I kept a bit of a distance.

"Awe, don't be like that." He made grabby hands for me, but I felt like my whole face was on fire.

"Uh- s-sorry-" I choked out, feeling my ears turn bright red. The way he said it made me feel so childish, so stupid and cumbersome. I couldn't pretend like I knew what I was doing in that area, like I had with the smoking earlier. That was something I easily figured out. This was different, and it made me feel young and out of place.

"Did I cross a line?" he asked in dry humor, and I shook my head quickly, feeling like a stupid tease. "Sorry, I'm always doing that. I know I can be kinda full-on..." he mumbled.

"No, no, stop," I sighed. "I'm just...awkward. Always." I laughed, and he watched me curiously.

"Not always," he corrected lightly. "Just... now." We both looked at each other in the moonlight a moment before chuckling. Austin hugged me softly, resting his chin in my hair.

"It's just..." he began, "I like you so much. It's hard for me to keep it all to myself." I could feel the vibrations from his throat against my forehead, and his words made me feel so special.