Dream Boy | Waterparks

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Awsten's P.O.V

I open my eyes and Audrey is still there, in my arms. I don't want to move, in case I wake her, but I also want to get up. I carefully remove my arms. She doesn't move a muscle. I slowly get out of the bunk, glad I didn't fall out during the night. I take my phone and head towards the lounge area. It's 8:24am. I slept a little later than usual, but pretty much the same amount considering I went to bed later than usual. I sit on the couch and start scrolling through Twitter. Nothing new, I see a few fans that I follow talk about the Halloween thing from last night's show. They all seemed pretty happy about it. I look out the window. It's November first, and the sky is already sad and grey. I hear someone walking towards the lounge. It's Audrey.
"Good morning." I smile.
"Good morning. And Merry Christmas!" She says.
"Christmas? It's November first."
"Tell that to my friend Emily. She stayed up until midnight just to text me merry Christmas. She's obsessed. Can't blame her, I love Christmas."
"Yea, Christmas is pretty nice. So, slept well?"
"Yea."
"That's good to hear."
She gives me a warm smile and opens the cupboards, taking a cereal box and a bowl. Talking about Christmas made me think that I should probably get her something. Well not only her, the guys too. This tour ends a few days before Christmas. And then who knows if I'll ever see Audrey again. I mean, probably, since we grew a little closer and we're friends but, I'm just worried. I don't know why. I'll be staying in Houston a while after tour, to spend the holidays with my family, but she does live in LA, so I might get to see her again.
"How long have you been living in LA?" I question her.
She looks at me, a spoonful of cereal in her mouth.
"Hm?" She "says".
"How long have you been living in LA?" I repeat myself.
"Hm, um.." she says, swallowing the content of her spoon. "About, 4 months, maybe?"
"Neat. How come I've never seen you before?"
"I don't know... we don't live in the same part of LA? Maybe?"
"North Hollywood?"
"Yea."
"Same here."
"Well, it's still a big place."
"Fair enough."
And then a comfortable silence settles while she finishes her breakfast.
"So, why'd you move to LA?" I ask.
She doesn't look up and she stays quiet.
"Audrey?"
"Huh?" She says, looking up from her phone. That was cute, not gonna lie. It made me smile a little.
"Why'd you move to the trashy hellhole that LA is?"
"Hey, it's not that bad. I like LA. Sort of."
I raise an eyebrow.
"I moved here because of my boyfriend. Well, ex-boyfriend now." She smiles. "But not only for him. Like I told you before, I think, I moved here cause I like LA! It can be a trashy place at times, but dude. Wayyy less boring than Montreal. Ok, that's a lie. Montreal isn't boring. But we didn't have hot topic, chipotle, and other cool stores."
"Hm. Well I guess we got the moving here cause of now ex's thing in common." I say.
"Ouch." She says. Raising both her eyebrows and doing a face that looks like that one emoji. This one: 😬. How am I doing emojis in my head???
"I hate LA. Shit things went on there, that's mostly why. But I'm sure I'd like it if those things didn't happen." I say.
"Yea. I guess I like it a little less now cause of my ex too."
Silence.
"Well if you don't like LA, move to Canada!" She laughs.
"Maybe I will!" I say.
"Wait, I was joking-"
"I know. I was too! That place is too cold!"
"Wh-! Pussy! I lived there most of my life!"
"Whatever! Stop using bad words!"
"Will you ever tell me why I can't use bad words?"
"Because then I'd have to..." I get up and head towards the bathroom.
"What the fuck..." I hear Audrey whisper.
I grab the soap bar that was laying on the sink and run back to the lounge.
"Wash your mouth with soap!" I say.
"Ew!!! Stay away from me!" She yells, getting up from her spot around the table.
I run towards her, yelling "Filthy! Filthy mouth!" Over and over again, while we both laugh. I corner her on the couch as she yells for help.
"What the fuck are you guys doing yelling, it's still early!!!" Jawn says, walking in the lounge. "Go have sex elsewhere!"
After that, Audrey and I freeze, look into each other's eyes with a blush, and nod. I turn and face Jawn.
"Guess someone else needs their mouth washed!" I yell, throwing myself at him. We fall on the ground, he yells, and I use that opportunity to shove the soap in his mouth while Audrey dies from laughter on the couch. He pushes me off and spits out the soap.
"Ew! What the fuck! Fuck you!" Jawn yells. "I guess you don't want me to make you look cute on tonight's pictures?"
"Doesn't matter! This was worth it!" I laugh some more.

Audrey's P.O.V

In the bathroom at the venue, I type out a tweet while I pee.
@ AudreyW: In the bathroom at the venue, finally with some alone time where I'm not being chased by Awsten and his bar of soap (that I don't think I will be using anymore) (please don't take this out of context)
^@ user1: What was Awsten doing exactly..?
^^@ AudreyW he chased me around to put it in my mouth, but put it in Jawn's instead
^^^@ Awsten: YALL HAVE TO STOP SAYING BAD WORDS. MAYBE THEN I WONT HAVE TO WASH YOUR MOUTH.

I smile at my phone, then wash my hands and leave the bathroom. I walk in the green room, put my phone with my stuff, then walk over to the side stage. A crew member hands me my guitar. I take a deep breath, and then walk on the stage after they give me the signal. I take place in front of the mic.
"Hi." I say into it. The crowd yells back, which makes me smile.
"Before I start, let me take a good look at y'all." I say, like I usually do at every show, playing with my guitar's strings. The crowd yells again.
I look at all the faces in the crowd and then I spot him. Of course he would come see me play in his hometown. I skip over him and push all of my thoughts away, I can't cry here.
"Damn, y'all are so pretty!" I yell. I hear a few thank you's in all their screams.
"Alright this first song..."

"Thank you all for watching me play! Hope you liked it! But now I have to go and let the mudslides do their thing, since I'm sure most of y'all came here for them, huh!" I smile as the crowd continues yelling at me (in a nice way).
"Goodbye!" I do a quick bow and walk backstage, quickly taking off my guitar and rushing to the bathroom.