Austin Fucking Adams|✔️|

Chapter 22: Fireworks

As Dylan slowly saunters towards me, caught and captivated by his stare, i feel a raindrop hit my cheek. I lift my hand up to wipe it of when-

"WAKE UP BITCH!"

I shoot up and look around my room until i lay eyes on the culprit and stomp ou of bed. I wipe my wet hair off my face,

"AUSTIN, what the hell! I was ghappily dreaming about me and Dylan O'Brien having a love child when you com rover to MY side of the room and pour fucking water on me? FOR WHAT?"

He grins sheepishly and scratches the back of his neck "uhm, were all going out for breakfast and we wanted to know if you want to join us?"

I look at him as my eyes bulge "you poured water on me for breakfast? For BREAKFAST?"

Without giving him the chance to respond i shove him out of our room door and stomp into the shower. Lets just say for that breakfast, i was not a happy camper.
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I may like austin, like a lot, but he gets on my fucking nerves sometimes. Like right now hes eating MY fucking ice cream, and MY fucking cookies, on MY fucking bed getting crumbs on it as he watches tv.

I spend in the door way and give him my best scowl "Austin fucking adams if you do not get you ice cream stealing, cookie crumb leaving ass of of. My bed right now, i will make you sleep in slutty sheila's room for a week. And yu know what shell do."

He freezes and finally look sup and me with a sheepish smile and says "sorry"

I close my eyes and sharply exhale as i try and compose myself. With my eyes closed, and voice dangerously low i say "i still dont hear you fücking moving off my bed." Not a second later i hear him scurry off my bed and into his not even 4 feet from my bed.

I flop onto my bed face-first and just think.

I like austin. I like austin fucking adams. After that day on the bus on our way to the camping trip, i realized I felt the sam way as him. The only lingering question is if i tell him or not. After debating this for about 2 more minutes I mumble "fuck it"" to myself and look over at austin whos staring at the tv.

"Auti?"

he turns to me "yeah Princess?"

My heart slightly flutters at his knock name for me. "I-i have something to tell you"

his brows knit together in confusion "okay. About what?"

I take a deep breath before finally spitting it out. "I was awake on the bus." I said it so fast I want sure if he had heard me, but by the look of realization then fear that came upon his face said he did.

"Uh-o-oh" he started "so y=you heard what i said?" He scratched his knock.he seems to be doing a lot of that recently.

"Yeah, i did" h relook sme in the eye and asks what I've been waiting for this whole time. "So,what do you think about it? I mean what do you feel?"

"I think, i like you too. Frankly, i think ive liked you since i found you in that janitors closet and we went home and danced to one direction. I had only realized this after you admitted it on the buss last year."

H looked at me for a while before clamly asking me "can i kiss you?" I just nodded, afraid my voice would waver.

He sat there for a second before punching on my and tackling me back on. My bed with a kiss.

Al i can say is, Fireworks.