My Understandings (Austlan Cashby)

Chapter 5

*Austin’s POV*

I was curled up to Alan on the couch, watching 500 Days Of Summer. He had his arms around me; hugging me close. I sighed; it honestly couldn’t get any better than this. I looked up at Alan and he was asleep. I decided it was late enough, snuggled up closer to him, and fell asleep myself.

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“hey guys, this is Aaron! He’s taking my place doing back up vocals.” Alan announced, walking into the room. He was followed my some guy with short brown hair and sunglasses.

“Why? Did something happen, love?” I asked.

“No, I just don’t want to do them anymore. I think playing guitar is enough. I didn’t want to tell you until I found someone to take my place, just so you wouldn’t flip out or anything.”

Alan, always thinking of others. This is why I loved him. I got up and wrapped him in a big hug. “I love you”

“love you too. Now, I’m going to show Aaron around.” He said.

“alright. I’m just going to stay here and chill.” I replied, sitting down on the couch. Alan and Aaron left the room, followed by Tino and Phil. I grabbed my ipod off the table, put my Slipknot playlist on shuffle, and slowly fell asleep.

I woke up about an hour later, and found my ipod on the floor. Fuck, I thought. I inspected it; no cracks. Thank fuck. I noticed the bus seemed rather empty. I got up to look for everyone. I noticed Tino and Phil left a note on the table saying they had gone out a club with Alan and Aaron. They wanted me to go, but didn’t want to wake me up. That’s nice of them. I headed to our little makeshift kitchen; my stomach grumbling the whole way. Just as I was about to get something out of the fridge, my phone rang. I checked the screen. It was a picture message from Tino.

-I know you probably don’t want to see this, but… I’m really sorry bro. We’ll talk when we get back.

I swallowed and opened the picture. NO! I swear I just felt my heart shatter. I felt tears stream down my face. I kept staring at the picture as I leaned against the wall and slowly fell to the cold, tile floor. How could he…