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fuck you, bob saget :: junemarch 14th, 2020

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fuck you, bob saget :: june
march 14th, 2020








AWSTEN SITS ON THE FLOOR OF THE KITCHEN, STILL SMILING DOWN AT HIS CUP OF COFFEE, AND CLICKING HIS HEELS TOGETHER. He's wearing blue socks with little clouds on them.

 He's wearing a white t-shirt that says "WHY DO THEY KEEP PUTTING HIM ON THE COVER" and I don't understand the reference.

 How does he get his hair that bright green color? I mean, he obviously bleaches it, but how is it so goddamn bright? His head practically glows in the dark, he's blinding me.

 When I had asked Awsten the other day if he acts, he told me only in music videos and asked why I had asked him that. I shrugged and told him I was working on a project.

 I get up and take the jar of leftover coffee out of the fridge and pour myself a cup of my own and then sit back down how I was before when Awsten asks,

 "Have you ever seen Seven? Like the horror movie?"

 "Is that the one with Brad Pitt and Morgan Freeman?"

 Awsten nods. "It's such a good movie."

 I pause before mumbling a soft, "I haven't seen that one either..."

 Awsten's jaw drops. "What? June, you're a director for Christ's sake, how have you not seen these movies?"

 "I'm just kidding," I smile. "Of course, I've seen Seven...but I'd be down to watch it again if you are."

 "Oh, hell yeah...just maybe not at..." He pulls his phone out of his pocket to check the time. "1:13 am. Jesus, it's late...or should I say...early?"

 I lean over and smack his arm. "Well, I just poured myself a cup of coffee, so I'm not going to bed ever."

 We sit there thinking and then Awsten suggests, "You wanna watch Adventure Time?" I nod and he jumps up. "Tight."

 I hold my arms out and he pulls me up. "I like your rings."

 "Thanks, they grant me magical powers."

 We stay up watching Adventure Time for a while, and then we start talking about music. He tells me all his favorite bands and then asks me about mine.

 Sometime during all of this, we moved back to the kitchen and are both holding cups of coffee once again even though it's definitely way too late for that.

 "You were listening to Lorde earlier," he says. "Who else do you like?"

 "I dunno, I like Harry Styles-" I begin.

 "You seem the type," he grins, interrupting me.

 "What's that supposed to mean?" He just shakes his head, telling me to go on. "All-American Rejects are pretty tight, I like Taylor Swift's new album...uh...I dunno, I've been busy lately, I haven't had a lot of time to listen to music."

 "Busy?" he chuckles. "The entire time I've been here we've been watching movies and sitting around drinking orange juice. You're just embarrassed because you have zero taste."

"What?"

 He grins again. "You didn't say Waterparks so you automatically have zero taste."

 "Well, maybe I need to give this band a listen then," I say, biting my lip to hide my smile.

 Awsten shifts his weight and sets his coffee cup down. "Yeah, maybe you do."

 I set my own coffee cup down and pull my legs close to my chest, resting my chin on my knees. He adjusts how he's sitting and soon he's sitting next to me, and after a few seconds, I end up stretching my legs out again.

 His legs are longer than mine, so he tries to sit up as straight as possible so our feet sit next to each other. Awsten bumps his foot against mine, and I smile, realizing again that his socks have little clouds on them. I bump his foot back, and soon it becomes a game.

 If you've ever seen the sitcom How I Met Your Mother, you know there's a bit throughout the show that Ted's mother told him, "Nothing good happens after 2 am." And sitting in this kitchen with Awsten Knight, I know it's well past 2 am, we're nearing 3 am at the earliest.

 And if you ever watch this show, Bob Saget will tell you that if it's past 2 am, you should just go home and go to sleep.

 But I'm already home, I'm stuck here for god knows how long, and I've had multiple cups of coffee, I think we all know I'm not going to bed, so fuck you, Bob Saget.

 Instead of going to bed, I lean over and brush my lips against Awsten's.






the way this chapter is all one big scene is just,, art

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