If You Can't Sing It, Scream It

Chapter 11: Well, F.ck.

Austin'sP.O.V.:

Shit. Fuck. Fuckshitfuckittyfuckingshit.

As soon as I felt my pocket ringing I knew it was Alan. He said he wouldn't be gone long, and I guess I should have known he would call and figure out where I am. He's not a stalker.. He can be a bit possessive...but I really think I'm his only genuine friend. Besides, were best friends. We go everywhere together. I mean, we're like brothers. I used to want more than that, but I know its impossible and I guess now I realized it was just loneliness and infatuation. I don't know. I'm so confused. I doknow, though, that I shouldn't have taken his call in the middle of Oli and I's conversation. I really shouldn't have told him where I was, and I really, really should have told Oli he was coming. Because now Alan is sitting next to me and Oli is hauling a very confused looking Brendon out the door.

"What was up with that?" Jaime broke the silence. He was smiling but looking at the door with odd eyes.

"I think he had to go to a family lunch or something with his dad." Jaime, Tony, and Mike looked like they bought it, but Alan looked at me with a question in his eyes before he pulled out his phone.

"So, you guys are playing this weekend, do you know where you're playing in the lineup?" Mike tried to make conversation. I was distracted however by Jaime fiddling with Tony's hair and Tony putting on a pouting face and batting Jaime's hands away. Jaime was totally grinning at Tony's adorable face. But who wouldn't?

"Yeah I think they put us right after you guys because they know Austin and Vic have that song together." Alan replied to Mike as my phone vibrated.

From Alan:
What'sthedealwithOli? IsitbecauseIcameover?

Shit.

To Alan:
Idon'tknow, Idon'tthinkso.

Liar. You'relying. Justtellhimthetruth! I didn't make eye contact with Alan so that he wouldn't know I was lying. That's what I did the rest of the day. We sat at the Fuentes' house and I tried to push Oli out of my mind.

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The week passed in a blur. Oli didn't say a single thing to me which made me nervous. I didn't want to go out of my way to talk to him, primarily because I really didn't want Alan to get suspicious. I guess it was kind of stupid of me because Alan wasn't really concerned with how I felt about him porking Taylor Momsen on a semi-regular basis. I didn't think about it though. I walked around the school with Alan like his eye candy. Which is what everyone wanted, really. The only thing that kept me going was the show this weekend.

Our band had practiced with Pierce the Veil every night this week so far. It was partially because their basement was less developed than mine, so whem it echoed slightly we could tell if we were off better. The other reason was so I  could walk past Oli's house and peek at it. It might be slightly stalkerish but I wasn't too concerned. Either way, I was sure to be loud because I knew Oli was next door and probably hearing us, or at least that's what I wanted to believe.