third floor ➳ post malone

fifteen

"Good morning," I said to him as he leaned on the counter. "No hangover?"

"You'd be surprised at how well I hide them," he joked with me as he shook his head, looking up at me afterwards. "Can I get a coffee and then can I talk to you?"

"Um, sure," I said, turning around and grabbing a mug, filling it up with the coffee I had just made for Ricky and I. I pushed it towards him and wondered what he wanted to talk about. He pulled out his wallet and I shook my head. "Don't worry about it. Cream and sugar are on the table by the door."

He nodded and walked over, putting barely any cream and sugar in. I retreated from behind the counter and followed him to a table that was the farthest away from the counter where Ricky was most likely trying to eavesdrop.

We both sat down across from each other. It was quiet for a second while Austin stirred his coffee and then took a sip. I had forgotten I wanted coffee honestly, but didn't want to get up and get it.

"So, um," he cleared his throat. "I know that you and I had a conversation last night."

"We did," I said, holding my hands in my lap. I had no idea why I was so nervous but I was completely. Maybe it was his super intimidating leather jacket that was so bad boy cliché, it wasn't funny.

"I just want to apologize if I made you uncomfortable or anything," he sighed. "I don't remember what I said, but I just figured that since I always fuck something up, I probably did."

He doesn't remember. Here I am, not being able to breathe without thinking about the things he said to me and he doesn't even remember.

"It's... no problem," I told him even though it kind of was. "I'm not weirded out."

"Good," he smiled, sipping his coffee. "I don't want to make living on our floor seem like a chore. For you to avoid me or some shit. I want to be friends."

Friends, I can work with that. But I knew I didn't want to.

"Yeah, no, everything is fine," I smiled at him as I nodded. "Friends."

"Alright, well, I will finish this coffee and get out of your hair," he told me, setting down the white mug on the wooden table. "Thanks for letting me apologize."

"Sure," I said, standing up. "Have a good day."

He nodded and I walked back towards the counter to where I saw Ricky shooing me away, signaling for me to go back over to Austin.

"Ask him," he mouthed and I shook my head even though I wanted to. He kept mouthing stuff to me. This time, "Do it, pussy!"

I huffed and then turned around, walking back over to Austin, sitting down in front of him.

"Actually, Austin," I sighed, looking at his piercing blue eyes that were cutting up from me as he still sipped his hot drink. "I was wondering if you would maybe- ugh, nevermind this is stupid."

"Wait, what?" He shook his head at me. "Tell me. If you need a favor, consider it done. A neighborly gesture."

"No, uh, I was just going to ask if you would want to- I don't know," I huffed and he smirked at me.

"Go on a date with you?" He asked me and I nodded to which he smiled completely at me. "Sorry, no."

"Oh, alright," I nodded, getting up from my chair. I was so fucking embarrassed, I knew my cheeks were a crimson red and I couldn't contain it.

"Georgia," he called out to me but I didn't look up. "Not until you ask me like the strong, confident person I know you are."

I looked at him and rolled my eyes. Nevertheless, I made my way over to him. He stood up and looked down at me.

"Austin," I started, smiling at him slightly. "Will you go on a date with me?"

"I'll think about it," he shrugged and then laughed. "I'm kidding. Yes, I would love to. I was going to a pool hall tonight if you're down with that. If not, that is fine and we can pick somewhere else."

"No, that sounds fun," I smiled. "Although, I've only played pool one time in my entire life."

"You can learn quickly," He winked at me. "I'll meet you on our floor at seven."

"See you then," I said before he finished his coffee and began to walk out the door.

"That wasn't so hard, was it?" Ricky asked me and I shook my head. "But a pool hall? Georgia, that's so not you."

"And what is? A fancy dinner where I critique the desserts like a motherfucker?" I asked him, throwing my hands up as I slid behind the counter. "Dating someone like Austin isn't like me either but I'm trying something new. As you are, too. You've never been with a guy."

"You're right, you're right," he draped his towel over his shoulder and put his hands up in defense. "I want you to have fun. Be yourself."

"I'm trying to figure out exactly who that is."

a/n: i know this was a short chapter but i'm already working on the next one!!! let me know if i should continue with these updates or move to another story.