third floor ➳ post malone

fourteen

"You know what? No. Fuck no," I said to myself as I threw the blanket off of me and slid on my house shoes that were underneath the coffee table. I walked over to my front door and stormed out of it over to Austin's.

I pounded my fist on the blue wood. After a few seconds, he finally opened the door. Loose gray sweatpants were hanging off of his hips and he didn't have a shirt on. I felt my breath catch in my throat as I looked at him.

"Yes, Georgia?" He asked, my name rolling off of his tongue.

"Why are you so obnoxious? It is late. Please be quiet!" I said angrily at him.

"You're cute when you're mad," he smirked at me, leaning his forearm against the doorframe.

"Haha, so funny," I smiled sarcastically. "It gets old hearing every move you make! Can't you at least move your bed away from that wall?"

"I promise you wouldn't mind what that bed sounds like hitting the wall if you'd just come over," he shrugged at me.

I was taken back at his comment. I didn't know how to address it. He had never been so up front with me like that and I was just in shock.

"Austin, I-" I shook my head at him not knowing what to say but he cut me off anyway.

"You are too good for me. Yeah, I know," he scoffed, lowering his head. "Just once, though, I wish someone like you would give me a chance."

"Someone like me?" I asked him, not really understanding what he meant.

"Someone like you," he repeated himself softly. "Someone perfect, who knows what they want. Someone not as insecure as I am. Someone that sees life differently than I do, not so dark. You."

"I am not perfect," I told him. Butterflies were floating around my stomach in such an unruly manner. I didn't know how to calm them down or respond to them.

Austin and I barely knew each other but he made me feel warm inside when he talked to me. It was a feeling I didn't quite understand.

"You are to me," he smiled slightly. "But I know that you're just like me. You also need someone perfect, and I am not that."

"I never said that," I shook my head at him. I was also a little confused as to why he was saying all of this to me when he had a girl in his bed right now.

"You didn't have to," he told me. "Georgia, you are so beautiful. You're kind and fun and ambitious and good. You're everything I'm not."

He leaned in towards me. And that's when I smelled the alcohol on his breath. Of course, these weren't sober words. Why would I think so? I sighed and then stepped away from him.

"You're drunk, Austin," I told him sadly as I looked at the ground. "I'm gonna go to bed. Please, just keep it down."

"Georgia," he slurred, grabbing my hand. "I know I'm drunk. But I mean it."

"Yeah, well, maybe you can tell me another time," I nodded at him and pulled away. "When you're not drunk and in the middle of fucking a girl."

I walked away and back into my apartment, closing the door softly. I huffed and went straight to my bedroom after grabbing my phone. I closed my door and turned on my sound machine to drown out Austin's activities.

I couldn't stop thinking about everything he said. Drunk words, sober thoughts. No, I couldn't think that. But also, he couldn't just pull those words out of his ass. Could he?

I didn't care. I just needed to sleep, so that's what I did.

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I awoke the next morning and was actually excited to go into work considering it would get my mind off of Austin.

I quickly got dressed into the tie-dye t-shirt with our bakery design that Ricky and I had came up with. I put on some old leggings and Converse and pulled my hair into a ponytail, ready to begin my day.

When I got to the bakery, Ricky was already there rolling out dough. I greeted him and started brewing a pot of coffee for us.

"Good morning, Rick!" I smiled at him as I put the coffee filter in.

"Good morning, peach," he smiled at me. I looked at him weirdly. He hadn't called me that in years, something he used to do all the time.

"Peach?" I asked him. "I haven't heard that in so long."

"Well, sometimes it's good to reflect," he gestured, pulling away from the dough and looking at me. "Besides it's such a wonderful day, peachy if you will."

"Okay, you're in a really good mood. Too good," I furrowed my brows at him. "No fucking way. You got laid!"

"I didn't say it," He made a zipping motion over his mouth and I ran over to him.

"Ricky! Holy shit!" I laughed in excitement. It had been so long since Ricky had anyone. "Who was it? Was it Alex? Oh my, God! It was Alex!"

"It was Alex," he nodded, laughing at me. "It just happened. I don't know."

"Doesn't matter! It happened," I clapped excitedly. "Okay so tell me everything. Who was top? Bottom? Who-"

"Georgia! Geez, way too personal," he stopped me and laughed. "But I'm always a top, peach. You know this."

"Ahh!" I screeched. "I am so excited. But what about your crush on Indy?"

"Like she would ever reciprocate those feelings," he shook his head. "Besides, I really like Alex. I love hanging out with him."

"I am just so glad," I shook my head in awe. "Ricky's got a boyfriend!"

"Shut up," He laughed. I did as well as I walked over to the front door and turned the closed sign around to open. "What about you? Your neighbor situation?"

"Ah, about that," I nodded. "He was drunk last night and was calling me perfect and all of this. Saying he wishes someone like me would give him a chance."

"And why won't you?" He asked me.

"What? Give him a chance?" I asked and he nodded, cutting the dough he had been working on. "It's not that I wouldn't. He just hasn't asked me on a date yet."

"Well, it is 2020, you could ask him," he shrugged and I tiled my head to the side to think.

"You're right," I nodded to myself. "But how do I know he even wants to go out with me?"

"Was he not saying all of that to you last night?" He asked me as I sat on the counter by the sink.

"But he was drunk," I said to him, swinging my legs slightly.

"Drunk words are sober thoughts," He told me and I rolled my eyes.

"Everyone says that but every time I get drunk, nothing I say makes sense sober," I told him. "Like the time I made you look up how much it would cost to buy a kangaroo. Come on now, Ricky. That was not a sober thought."

"This is different, idiot," he laughed at me. "These are feelings. The worst he can do is say no."

"You're right," I groaned, jumping down from the counter as the bell on the door rang signaling we had our first customer of the day. "I guess we'll see."

"And I guess it'll be sooner rather than later," Ricky said as I looked up and saw Austin walking through the door towards me.

Of course.