Tyler's P.O.V:
"Okay, that's the last of it!" Austin yelled from the living room as he slammed the door behind him and walked down the hall to my room where I was slowly and methodically unpacking and organizing my things in my new bedroom. "How're things goin in here, babe?" He questioned as he entered the room, plopping down on my bed.
"Just peachy," I mumbled as I figited with a shirt that didn't seem to want to stay on the hanger.
"You okay? You don't seem too excited about having your own place," Austin asked, his voice laced with concern.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just tired," I replied shortly. That wasn't totally a lie; I was utterly and completely exhausted. I hadn't got any sleep last night. I spent the entire time tossing and turning, my mind too busy to shut itself down and allow me a few hours of peace. I finally gave up trying at about 6 this morning, just before the sun rose, and I got up and started hurridly packing my things. Austin had awoken from his drunken slumber about 5 hours later after I already had all of my things packed and shoved into my car; we made 2 trips back and forth between the apartment and the house to get all of my things; it was now 3 in the afternoon and finally everything was here, I just had to put it all away which was the last thing I wanted to do.
It wasn't just that I was tired. Austin hadn't mentioned anything about what he asked me last night, about me going on tour with them, just as I had feared he wouldn't. I knew it was too good to be true, and even though I hadn't let my hopes get too high about him being serious about it I couldn't help but be a little upset. Knowning that he was going to be gone for 2 months and that I wouldn't be there with him brought back all of those fears from last night that Aaron had done his best to put to rest, but here they were again, knocking at my door.
I turned and started to say something to Austin, but his phone began to ring interrupting me. He picked it up and had a quick conversation with the person on the other line before hanging up, shoving his phone back in his pocket, and pushing himself up off the bed. I redirected my attention back to the task at hand, getting all of my clothes and shoes put away, which was easier said than done considering how much shit I had. "That was Alan, he's outside waiting for me so I gotta go," Austin said as he walked up behind me. "See ya later, babe." He gave me a quick kiss on the back of my head before turning and running out of the room and out the front door, pulling it shut loudly behind him.
"Yeah......see ya," I mumbled aloud to myself. Things were already starting to change, he was already distancing himself from me and he hadn't even left yet. How were things going to be when he wasn't here? What would happen to us? I was too afraid to even think about. I cranked my iPod up loudly, letting the angry sounds of Slipknot drown out my thoughts as I spent the next several hours finishing unpacking everything I had. I finished my bedroom first: I got all of my clothes put where they belonged, I got my little desk area set up with my laptop and my iPod speakers. I put together my new TV stand and set up my new TV, both housewarming gifts from my brother that he had given me this morning before he left for work. I made my bed with the brand new bedding set I had purchased (teal blue bed sheets and a black down comforter). I hung a black curtain over the window next to my bed and sat a lamp and an old framed picture of Josh, Alan and I on the end table next to my bed.
I finished up the living room next, setting up my old TV on the stand, putting my movies in the cabinets of the TV stand. I put a couple of lamps around the room to add light, and hung a picture of the Eiffel Tower on one of the bare walls to add a little something extra to the room. There wasn't much to be done in the kitchen; I loaded all of the new dishes and cookware I had purchased into the dishwasher, and once they were washed I put them in the cabinets. I hadn't made it to the grocery store yet so I didn't have a single thing in my fridge. I messed with the bathroom last, unloading all of my makeup and hair stuff into the cabinet and organizing it on the counter.
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