green [cashby au]

The Plan (i)

The Plan (i)

The plan is perfect. All Austin has to do is just pour the various hair dye chemicals into whatever is left of James' shampoo and everything would unfold by itself from there. The jackass deserves it.

Here's the thing, James knows Austin is gay. He's known it since the day they got assigned their roommates and to be honest, he knew he would piss Austin off by dragging him to a strip club.

"Hey, Carlile, you still pissed?" James asks as he walks into their room.

Austin childishly sticks his tongue out at him, and James laughs. Austin is pretty sure that James thinks that he's not mad; that'll just make turning his hair green that much better.

"C'mon man, you know it was all in good fun! Besides, I finally got Claire's number." James whines and pouts.

Austin snorts, "Yeah, because you're too much of a chicken to do it yourself."

"And you're too much of an asshole to get over the fact that I took you to a strip club. Chill." James rolls his eyes and it takes everything Austin has not to laugh.

"Do you even realize how gross, female parts are?" Austin asks, throwing his hands up in the air, shooting James a glare.

"Do you even realize that I don't give a shit?" James shoots back, sticking out his tongue.

Austin just rolls his eyes and for lack of a better insult, says half-heartedly, "You're an ass."

"That, I am. Now if you'll excuse me, I am going to occupy the dorm bathroom for the next twenty minutes."

"That's fucking disgusting!" Yells Austin, after James' retreating back.

All, he receives, is a laugh and a middle finger. However, as soon as James pushes their room door shut, Austin leans down to the bottom drawer of his desk and unlocks it. The grin on his face is unmistakable as he looks at the bottle of way-too-green-to-be-organic shampoo.

Maybe it's a little harsh, and maybe Austin doesn't give a fuck. He knows James will laugh (hopefully) and take it softly, and not make a huge deal.

But then again there's all the probable things that could happen. Austin could end up causing James to go blind if he got shampoo in his eye. He didn't think too deeply about the dangers of getting someone getting hydrogen peroxide in their eyes. Oh well.

As Austin leans back in his all too squeaky chair, he thinks about how much he misses his hometown and his parents. Don't get him wrong, he's not the kid who's sucking his thumb and crying for his parents two days into college, but there's something about the little place he grew up in that he didn't think he'd miss. There was barely anything going on in the music scene, it was bone dry in that sense, but Austin feels like he's missing the four-hour drives with his idiot friends to concerts that were well worth the drive and wait.

But it's not like he misses the houses that were way too close together, the definitely racist old white people, and the annoying teenagers who thought they were better than everyone else because they were driving a Mercedes at the age of seventeen. He definitely didn't miss that.

He nearly falls out of his chair as he tips too far back before he notices something, or rather a bunch of someones, through his window. And it's not in a creepy way.

There's a group of guys in skinny jeans, and from what he can see through his third story dorm room window, band t-shirts. He knows exactly who they are, fortunately.

He grabs his beanie, shoves his wallet in his pocket, and leaves a note for his fucker of a roommate, "Be back in the evening. Don't wait up." For a moment, he stands and grimaces at the chicken scratch he calls his handwriting then sprints down the stairs, only pausing to wave at the people he knows.

His rough voice reaches his friends before he does, "Hey! Tino!" and his long legs carry him towards the group.

Tino grins at his friend and receives a 'manly' pat on the back, "We were just going to go practice, I was about to text you. Aaron can't sing, so Shay's going to for now."

Austin grins at the small gathering of people consisting of his band, their fans, and a couple people who just loved music. He notices how Aaron seems to be whispering quickly to Shay, probably something about the lyrics and style.

The big group sets off towards the music hall and the rest of the band comes up next to Austin; Phil speaks up first, "Austin, we need to find another guitarist. Our songs will sound so much better, and as good as I am, and as great as it is to have Shay around, we all know he can't stick around. He's got other aspirations."

Austin frowned. Truth be told, he had been avoiding the subject, because well, out of all the people that kept wanting to play for the band, none of them fit. They had had auditions, but that served as more of proof that they were absolutely lost as to what to do.

There had been that rainbow haired guy, which, well, his esthetic and style just wasn't right.

Bowtie dude didn't work either, and that practice was just awkward to the point where Austin nearly blew his top. The guy was a control freak and the guys in the band shared the power, so that didn't work obviously.

Everyone was at a loss, but Austin still had to say something to his band mates, "Well, we've just got to expand our horizons. Move on to people in other majors and stuff like that, we can't be trapped here. If another guitarist is what we need, we're going to find one, rest assured."

[A/N: James is an ass, wow. I did not realize how big of a dick I made him, for fucks sake. And yes, I am aware I am messing with the history of OM&M, I hope you can forgive me ^.^

Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter and I apologize for the wait, I had a lot of stuff going on :)

Many thanks to PotatoYoghurt for helping me and encouraging me, and to MikeyWayMustDie-- for the idea.]