Augustine's Sanity

c h a p t e r. 11

"I am going to tell you a secret. Everything is about wanting. Everything. Things happen because of people wanting. Watch closely, and you'll see what I mean."
― David Mitchell

It's me??? Updating so soon when my head is full of cotton balls with needles????? When I'm supposed to be doing online school????? How dare.

Lol, enjoy! Gus is being a major dork in this one.

chapter 11

"Gus, I swear to god," Bar snarled, fists clenched by his side, dark eyes glaring over at the broken boy, who knew he was laughing too much for his own good. "It's not fucking funny."

Wheezing, Augustine grabs his stomach as he struggles to breathe, "You're--" He gasps. "--right, it's fucking hilarious."

The protector had been working on this beautiful pickup truck for the whole day. The owner said that it hadn't been working, it could turn on and switch gears but it wouldn't go into drive or start moving, which was odd.

So he had to find the problem, but couldn't, which is why the broken boy took a look at it.

And figured it out within thirty minutes.

Which made Bar go into a swearing fit, which then made him accidentally inhale a fly. And Augustine laughed so fucking hard his stomach started to hurt. Honestly, it's downright hysterical to him for some reason.

He knows his best friend is getting ready to whoop his ass, but honestly seeing him go red from embarrassment and getting that good of a laugh is worth it.

"The only reason I'm not kicking your ass," Bar snarled out, dark eyes glaring down at the broken boy, who managed to wink one hazel eye in response. "Is because I'm going to be seeing my babygirl today and don't need to fucking explain that you were being a dumbass and my fists decided to make friends with your face."

"Please," Augustine gasps, letting out a little laugh. "My face and your fists are more than friends, daddy, no need to be shy. They've exchanged bodily fluids, they're practically fuck budd--"

"Shut it," he points a wrench at his face.

"Fine, fine," The broken boy relents, still breathing heavily and struggling to stand correctly. "On a more entertaining note, how's it going with you and Potato Queen? She still got your feathers ruffled, I bet."

"Course she does," Bar scoffs, setting the wrench down to exchange it for a rag as he begins to clean off his hands and station. "I really care about her. She's my baby and she's fucking amazing. How's it going between you and that firecracker?"

"Fen?" Augustine can't help but to grin, at both the mention of his mystery girl and about how happy his best friend looked while talking about Clementine. It was rare that Bar found something to smile over, so he was glad that Queenie gave him reasons to. "She's keeping me on my toes, I tell you, and she knows I'm crazy but not like, clinically insane, y'know?"

"I know," Dark eyes raise to his hazel ones, and they narrow. "She treating you okay?"

"Like peachy keens, daddy, peachy keens." He chirps.

"Fuckin' dumbass," Bar grumbles back though it lacked any real insult. The acceptance is written over his face, letting the broken boy know that the protector was relieved, and part grateful, that he had Fen.

He'd be extra happy to know that Law was crushing on Eli too, so they all had somebody, but Augustine didn't know if their other bestie was ready to tell people just yet, so he kept that comment from falling off his tongue.