Forever is Crashing Down on Me (Austin Carlile)

Chapter Eight This isn't a Proposal

Chapter Eight This isn’t a Proposal

The end of Austin’s bed rest.

I smiled, rolling over to an empty bed. Austin wasn’t in bed, he wouldn’t be in bed until later that evening, when he decided he wanted to. He was officially off of bed rest, and I knew he was excited for it, hell, I was excited for it. Austin was on bedrest, therefore I was on bedrest with him.

He got his stitches out yesterday evening and was happy that he no longer had to be stuck in one spot for weeks on end. It was hard on us all, the band couldn’t practice, he couldn’t practice, everyone came to a stand still waiting on Austin to be better.  

I sat up and ran a hand through my hair, smiling at the thought of going home to my own bed and just sleeping without a worry tonight. I mean, yeah, I loved Austin and being around him. But, I miss my bed, I miss my old shag carpet, I miss my crappy apartment.

I loved being around Austin, yes. But, his house wasn’t my house. I didn’t have my stuff here, the pictures of me and my family, the books, the personal items. It wasn’t here. I didn’t have my memories here. Given, Austin’s home was just as much home as my apartment if those items were out of the picture.

I pushed myself out of the bed, making my way down stairs.

“Morning, Dev,” I heard Austin call from the kitchen, I smiled as I walked in and saw pancakes sitting on the counter in a stack.

“Morning, Aus. Been busy?” I ask, sitting at a bar stool and kissing him as he leaned over the counter.

“I wanted to do something for you since you’ve been such a help lately,” he said, smiling as he handed me a plate letting me get pancakes.

“Austin,” I started, “I wanted to help you. I didn’t want you to get hurt, alright? You don’t have to thank me at all.”

He smiled at me before getting pancakes of his own and sitting next to me, letting the subject drop. He knew that I was stubborn about certain things.
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I was leaning against Austin as we sat on his bed, our feet on the floor below us.

“I need to pack, Aus,” I muttered, trying to stand up, but was pulled onto the bed by Austin, making us lay down. “I really need to pack, Aus.”

“Don't,” he said, turning his head towards me, letting part of his lips turn up into a smile.

“Aus, I have-” I started, getting cut off by him kissing me.

“Move in with me, Dev,” Austin said, sitting up and pulling me up in front of him, so that I would sit in front of him. I opened my mouth to say something, not knowing what to say. “I mean, if you don’t want to-”

“Just, let me think for a second, Aus. Alright?” I asked, cutting him off.

I would love to say yes, throw my arms around Austin and let that be the end of it. I would love to live with Austin, but I needed to think about it before saying yes. I had agreed to move in with Stephan without ruminating.

I didn’t think that Austin was anything like Stephan, that wasn’t my worry. I was worried about what would happen if Austin and I fought. There haven’t been very many times that Austin and I would fight, but I hated them.

 

~Flashback~

I heard a knock at the door, the loud noise echoing through the near empty apartment. I walked over, looking through the peep hole and seeing Austin standing there. It was almost two in the morning, and Austin was supposed to be helping Alan pack his apartment up so that he could move into a house in Tino’s neighborhood.