Running in circles(Post Malone Story)COMPLETED

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I crouched to check on Adam, checking his temp with my hand. He's shivering but his body is burning. I wrap another blanket round him. I made sure he took some more meds and promised I would bring him a treat back. When I came back out Austin was stood rifling through all the Polaroids that Bobby had been taking. Austin looks like I'd just punched him in the face.

"Post is joining us. Adam still not feeling upto it?" Bobby hands me my phone off the table as Smitty passes me my bag.

"No he's still running a temperature and he seems a little delirious. I'll have to check on him again when we get to Dallas. I dont think he's well enough to work tonight. I'll have to call in a favour" I push my phone into my bag after sending a quick text, trying to ignore the fact that Austin is leaning against the kitchen side staring at me.

We make our way off the bus. Smitty and Bobby lead the way and not surprisingly Austin pulled me back before I took my first step down. "When are you going to talk to me?" he mumbled looking down at me with sad eyes.

"I dont know Austin. Is there any point? We - this is obviously not healthy" I fidget with the sleeves of my hoodie.

"Don't say that. Your my best friend, you've always been my best friend. Of course there's a point" he reaches out to touch my hand but I pull away. I didn't want his touch to fog my mind.

"I was Austins best friend, Posty just has acquaintances" I pull away to walk down the steps

"Ouch, that hurt. I am still Austin" he calls after me

"Are you? Because I don't remember Austin being so selfish or self centred" I walk off the bus and hurry to catch up with Smitty.

"You OK?" he furrows his brows and motions behind us to Austin.

"Yeah I just can't wait to get home" I sigh. He drapes his arm around my shoulder and holds me close. I hear Austin scoff behind me. I shrug out of Smitty's arm and trott off infront. The Dallas show couldn't come quick enough. I got us a booth and tried to work out who was going to be easier to sit with. Do I sit looking at Austin or beside him? Do I sit beside Smitty and have Austin be pissy the whole time? Or do I sit next to Bobby and sit awkwardly looking at them both... There wasn't a right answer and I didn't get much of a choice because Austin slid in next to me, draping his arm on the back of the booth behind my head. I busy myself with the menu knowing damn well what I'm going to order regardless. I just didnt want to look at the man next to me or the man that sat across from him. I smiled over the menu at Bobby, he was oblivious to any tension.

Thankfully the waitress came over to take our order. The boys ordered first as I kept quiet in the corner. The waitress spoke up to me "What about the pretty lady in the corner?" before I had the chance to say anything Austin spoke for me

"French toast with a side of bacon and sausage please" I shot him a dirty look and thanked the waitress.

"I don't need you to speak for me" I huff.

His eyes go wide "I-I didn't mean it like that" I see Bobby's shocked expression from across the table.

"You never mean it do you?" I fold my arms across my chest. Austin let's out a small sad sigh. Smitty looks at me like I'm over reacting. I raise my eyebrow at him. I'm not backing down.

"Regan, please. I've apologised. I don't know what else to do, tell me how to fix this?" Austin turns to face me, there's nowhere I can go I'm trapped in the corner of the booth.

"I dont think it can be fixed Posty. You loved this life more than you ever loved me" I just shrug a tear falling down my face. I shift as far away from him as I possibly can, tucking myself into the corner and lowering my head to the table resting it on my arms.