Ruin (boyxboy)

Something's Wrong with Austin

Time was running out fast. I could feel it from the tingling in my hands to the erratic beating of my heart — why was I suddenly finding it so damn hard to realize the end was near? Probably because he made me feel new—like a new beginning.

-Austin-

I gripped the counter and told myself to keep all the contents of my stomach in, instead of out. My cell rang.

 Alex. I pressed ignore and started my typical breathing exercises. It wasn't healthy for me to panic.

 In and out, in and out.

 I held my breath and chanced another look in the mirror. My phone went off again. This time it was Jack. Time for your next set of meds.

 Right, like I wanted to take more pills that made me feel shittier, and quite possibly would ruin my date.

 I'm fine. I texted back and slipped the phone into my pocket.

 I flexed my arms as I braced against the counter and breathed in and out through my nose as the nausea came and went. I couldn't go on like this. The last set of drugs before Christmas were supposed to be the strongest, the doctor's final hat trick, only I was worried they were hurting more than helping. If I had to keep taking them I wouldn't be able to play baseball. I wouldn't be able to run. I wouldn't be able to live. I'd be lying in bed sick as a dog as the days ran into each other, until finally, I just didn't wake up.

 "Hey." The door pushed open.

 Aaron walked himself right in and shut the door behind him. "What the hell are you doing?"

 "Not the time, Aaron."

 "The hell it isn't!" He grabbed me by the shirt, not a smart move considering I was ready to puke and he was very close to me, but whatever. I was too weak to care.

 "What the hell are you taking? Oxy? Meth?"

 I laughed. Not because it was funny, but because for a second I wished it was a drug problem. Shit, how pathetic was that?

 "No." I bit down on my lip. The nausea was finally passing, the feeling returning to my extremities. "Nothing like that."

 "You better not be messing with him." Aaron released me and hit the door with his hand. "I swear I'll kill you if you hurt him."

 "I just want to be his friend. Honest." I lied. I wanted more. But people didn't always get what they wanted.

 The nausea came back full force, causing me to double over in pain as, I swear, knives started attacking my stomach. "Hold on, give me a second."

 "Dude." Aaron put his hand on my back. "What's wrong? You got the flu or something?"

 "Or something," I said through clenched teeth. "I'm fine, I just get… episodes." It was the best I could do without lying.

 "Like nervous episodes?" Aaron asked.

 "Yeah, like that."

 "Sorry." He swore. "I just… that guy is important okay? Don't ask me how or why I know he is, I just know. There's something about him. He's frail and I don't want you messing with him just because he's hot okay?"

 "I swear…" It hurt like hell but I stood to my full height. "…that I'm not messing with him. I want to help, and I want to be his friend."

 "Friends don't kiss."

 I forced a laugh. "You sound like him."

 Aaron didn't join in the laughter. Great, I'd pissed him off again.

 "Look." I crossed my arms and tried to concentrate on anything but the pain in my chest and stomach. "I like that boy. I won't hurt him. Hell, I won't even touch him again. I'm not going to steal his virginity. I'm not going to make him promises I can't keep."

 "How do I know I can believe you?"

 "Tell you what." I put my arm around his and opened the door. "Why don't you just trust me, and if I do something that royally pisses you off or I screw up, you can beat the shit out of me. Deal?"

 Aaron was silent and then he held out his hand. "It will be a pleasure kicking your ass."

 "Too bad you won't get the chance." I shook his hand just as Tino walked through the door.

 "Uh, everything okay?"

 "Perfect." Aaron's grip tightened against mine. "We were just talking sports."

 Tino snorted. "Fine. Can we start the movie?"

 "Sure thing." I released Aaron's hand. He gave me a swift nod.

 When we made our way back into the room, Tino was sitting on one end of the couch next to Amanda and Aaron manoeuvred next to her, leaving just the love seat for me and Alan. At least the night was going to end on a good note.

 Tino pressed play.

 "Wait!" I yelled, holding up my hand. I grabbed the drinks Tino had brought in and pulled a tiny paper umbrella from my pocket. Grinning, I dropped it onto the side of Alan's drink. "A fruity drink with an umbrella."

 "You got any more of those in there?" Tino asked.

 I laughed, finally feeling more relaxed now that the date was well on its way and Alan knew my plan. "Sure." With a tug I had about five different colored umbrellas set out on the coffee table. "Okay, now we can start the movie."

 "Thank you." Alan's lips grazed my ear, making me horny as hell during the opening credits. "For my best first date ever, my umbrella, my kiss, and my book. The way you're blowing through the list we won't have much to do in a week."

 My stomach clenched. Hell, no. What was I thinking? I needed to go slower.

 I shrugged and whispered back, "Well, the other tasks are a lot harder. It may take a while."

 "Fine by me." She reached for my hand and didn't let go.

 I looked up.

 Aaron was watching us intently, his eyes narrowing as he looked at him and then back at my face. I felt stuck. I wanted to date him. In a normal situation I would have flipped him off and thrown Alan into my bedroom without a second thought.

 But now?

 I wanted to treasure the feeling of his fingertips against mine, because I was pretty sure in a few months… I wouldn't have that luxury.

(A/N): Short chapter but oh well fun stuff. I own nothing, and almost all credit goes to Rachel Van Dyken.