This One's For You (an Austin Carlile fanfiction)

Chapter 3

I put Austin’s number in my phone and texted him, letting him know who I was and that I wasn’t a stalker. I told him I didn’t expect him to respond to the text, and told him to get some sleep and ignore it. I crashed onto my bed, still thrilled from my dinner with Austin. It took me a while to fall asleep, but I managed, and dreamed something about a carnival, but it was too vague to remember. I woke up to the sunlight sinking through my blinds, and I blinked a couple of times to get the grogginess out of my eyes. I checked the clock, it was almost ten. Ten was a little early for me on weekends, but I was wide awake now anyway.

                I got out of bed and walked quietly through the hall in my socks. My roommate was out, but that was usual. She was probably passed out from partying the night before. We barely ever saw each other; she had such a huge social life that didn’t really include me. I got some cocoa puffs out of the cabinet and ate it while watching some stupid reality show. I didn’t pay much attention to the drama being tossed around; my thoughts were mostly on Austin.

                When I finished eating, I grabbed my phone to make sure I really had his number and it wasn’t all a dream. Sure enough, his contact was there. There was one surprise. There were about five new texts, all from him. In order, they said:

“HEEEEYYYY GURL MMM MAH BOOTY BITCH”

“meoowwww”

“I enjoy men xoxo”

“KITTEHZ MEOWWW I like pusssy”

“I’m so so sorry, that was alan, I think he was a little drunk. Sorry for the phone spam :(-Austin“

I couldn’t help myself. I laughed…hard. Really, Alan? I suspected him as soon as I read the “meow”. He was hilarious. I responded, “LOL I laughed so hard, its really ok..xD”.

After sending my text, I decided I’d figure out what to do with my day. I got dressed in a long sleeve brown  shirt and some ripped jeans. I figured I’d do some grocery shopping. I got in my car, and headed toward the local Stop N’ Shop. I picked out macaroni, chicken wings, burritos, fruit and salad. A fair balance, I’d say.

                After getting back in my car, I felt my phone vibrate. My heart skipped a beat. It was Austin. “Okay I’m glad you’re not pissed haha. Hey, so, we leave in like two days for New York. Do you want to hang out sometime before then?”

                I grinned. I replied with an obvious yes, trying to sound casual. It was settled. I gave him my address, and he’d pick me up and we’d hang out with the whole band. I went home and put away the groceries, smiling the whole time. How did this even happen to me?

                I made myself pretty, putting on enough makeup to be presentable but not too much. When I heard a knock on the door, I nearly peed. Opening it to the smile of the most adorable man in the world, at least to me, I could barely control myself. I wasn’t sure I could ever get used to seeing him.

                “Hey, Lee. Do you mind if I call you Lee? Madame Lee-Anne, Lee-Pee, Lee-S-T-D, Lee….uh…Lee-key? Yeah I’ll stick with Lee.” He laughed.

                “Yeah that’s fine. Can I call you…hmm…how about..Austin. I know that’s far off from Mr. Carlile, but what do you think?” I played along.

                “I think that’s very suitable. So, are you ready to go?” He scanned my apartment, then me. I nodded yes, and he held open the door on the way out.

                We drove with some music in the background, a relatively slow song. I kept looking over at him, watching his hands steady on the wheel, his eyes focused. I wondered what he was thinking about. We finally arrived at a lot with busses in an imperfect circle, stopping at one in particular. He opened my door for me, and then again at the entrance. A true gentleman.

                Inside, Alan sat on the couch watching some Zooey Deschanel film. Tino and Phil were at the table having a snack. When they saw me walk in with Austin, Tino and Phil gave a quick greeting between mouthfuls and Alan glanced my direction and back to the screen. Austin asked me if I was hungry. I admitted that whatever they had out looked pretty good, and I was invited to have some. It was nachos and cheese with salsa. It was good enough, and I munched on it for a bit. Everyone was a little quiet, and I began to feel awkward.

                Finally, Alan’s movie was over. He came over to the table and took a nacho. “So, you’re the girl Austin talked about? Nice to meet you, and sorry for the weird texts. But hey, fun times, right?”

                “Right,” I laughed.

                We all ended up sitting on the couch watching cartoons, making an occasional joke. I tried not to be so awkward.

                “Dude, what if Spongebob dated Patrick and then Squidward got insanely jealous and like tied them to a wall,” Alan said. Wow Alan, way to go.

                “I don’t know, I’m pretty sure they could all just have an orgy. I may or may not join in,” Tino said, and I’m pretty sure he was sarcastic.

                “You know, Squidward is pretty ugly, but all those tentacles could be put to good use,” replied Alan.

                “He could definitely make some money on the streets,” said Phil, laughing.

                “He and squidgy could be like a team, managed by some weird squid pimp,” I offered. Everyone laughed, and I was glad I fit in at least a little.

                It began to get late, so Austin offered to drive me home. I agreed, and waved goodbye to Tino, Phil, and the ginger princess of sass. In the car, Austin said that he thought they liked me, and we should hang out again eventually. “That would be awesome,” I replied, grinning at the thought. He glanced over and smiled.

                We finally got back to my apartment. He offered to walk me to my door, and I agreed. Before he left, he asked permission to kiss me goodbye. I blushed, and he could probably see it in the light outside my door. I nodded yes, and he was just as gentle as the night before. He put his hand on my waist and the kiss grew in intensity.

                I tried to pull him into my apartment, but I could tell he was hesitant. “I don’t want you to regret this…” he admitted. I responded by putting my hand against his cheek, and kissing him again, hard.

                I managed to get him through my door and we stumbled together to the bedroom. He took off my shirt, and kissed along my chest, moving down to my belly and then back up to my neck. He even kissed my scars, on each wrist, and then ran his tongue between my breasts.  I took off his shirt and pants in return, running my hand along his muscular back. I was already gasping as he went to take off my pants, and soon all of our clothes were on the floor. My heart was pounding; he pressed into me and I gasped. I tangled my hands in his hair and cried out his name. He caressed every inch of my body, treasuring me, and I’d never felt so special in my life.

                When it was over, he rolled off of me and I put my arm around his chest. He kissed the top of my head, and put his arm over my shoulder. I buried my head into his side, and it didn’t take long for me to fall asleep against him.