My Understandings (Austlan Cashby)

Chapter 3

[A/N: I have nothing against Shayley or anything; It’s just his character. Some people are all “omg, you must hate him so much!” No, you have it all wrong. Just like Kellin in my Fuenciado fanfic. I love both of them, it’s just the character I decided to make them. Just clearing things up. Enjoy!]

 

 

 

*Austin’s POV*

 

“Austin, come on. I have to pee. Let me go.” He complained. He tried to get out of my arms, but I just pulled him closer. Nope, not going anywhere, I thought. I loved having Alan so close to me. If only he knew how much he meant to me. I heard him sigh. I smiled, and fell back asleep. The next thing I knew, I heard Phil yelling at me and shaking me awake. I opened my eyes and started swatting his hands away; letting go of Alan.

 

I sighed and sat up as Phil gave me a weird look. “The hell was that about? I know you were awake” He said.

I looked down at my hands nervously. I didn’t really want to tell him, but at the same time, I did. “I don’t know.” I mumbled.

He rolled his eyes. “Alan’s your bestfriend, and if you like him as more than that, I can totally understand you.”

I looked up at him. How the fuck did he know?  “wha…I..I uhh” I stuttered, “How’d you know?”

“It’s so obvious. Just the way you look at him gives it away. I’m surprised he hasn’t seen it yet. Tino and I sure have.”

I just sighed; I didn’t know what to say.

“He’ll notice soon enough.” He said, placing a hand on my shoulder.

I smiled gratefully at him, “Thank you.”

“No problem. Come on, we got to get ready and drop Shay off. Then we’re going to crash in our hometown for a little bit before we head back on tour.” He said, before walking away. I just threw myself back in my bunk. How the shit do I get Alan to notice that I like him? I covered my face with my hands. Fuck this, I thought. I groaned and got up to get ready.

 

 

*Alan’s POV*

 

I hated to leave Austin’s arms, but honestly, I had to figure this shit out. Austin didn’t know that I liked him, and neither did the rest of the band. I wanted to tell Austin so bad, but I knew he didn’t feel the same way.

A knock on the door pulled me out of my thoughts. “Alan, hurry up! I need to get ready!”

It was Austin. “Hang on!” I yelled back, and pulled on a shirt. I opened the door to see Austin smiling at me. That smile, I thought, and those eyes. I could get lost in them so easily.

“Took you long enough.” He winked at me.

“sorry, I had to put my shirt on”

“Oh Alan, it’s not like I care”

I blushed. Neither do I, really. I thought, but I couldn’t tell him that. I stepped out of the bathroom to allow him to have it. He walked in and closed the door. A second later, he opened it and poked his head out.

“Hey Alan! Before I forget, we’re heading back to California after we drop Shay off to spend a little time there before tour. I think Tino and Phil are going out. Want to chill at my place? Maybe have a sleepover, just like we used to?”

I almost went crazy; I loved having sleepovers at his place. “YES!” I tried to contain my excitement, but it didn’t work well.

He laughed, “awesome! I’ll make a run to the store after we drop Shay off and get a bunch of crap food”

I smiled then headed off to get ready.

*Shay’s POV*

 

I put the last few things in my bag, and sighed. I felt bad for the way I’ve been acting lately, especially towards the band. I was just frustrated that Austin loved Alan more than me. I was going to tell him how I felt when he came back after he left the band for a bit, but then he came back with Alan, and I saw the lust in his eyes. I groaned and got up; It was time to go.

“See ya later, man” Tino said, pulling me into a hug.

“Text me, and we can chill sometime” Phil told me, giving me a hug once Tino let go.

“Course” I managed a smile.

“See ya later, Shay” Alan mumbled.

“I’m sorry, Alan, for everything.” I told him. I turned to Austin, who was looking at the ground, “You too, Austin. I hope we can still be friends after all of this.”

He looked me in the eye, “Go fuck yourself, Bourget.” He snapped. Okay, NOT what I was expecting.

“Speak for yourself. No wait, Alan’s doing a fine job of doing that for you!” I shot back. I caught a quick glimpse of him blushing before he turned  and walked out; Alan following. I turned and stormed out of the bus. Fuck Of Mice & Men, I thought.