This is the true story of when I spent a few days with Austin a few years ago. I've decided to write it all out after posting about it on Reddit (I'm not great with the internet) but I don't want to be identified, for reasons that will become clear in the unfolding story. It has a lot about the context, me and how we met and what happened between us. I am writing as fiction as I am going to write honestly as if it was a diary of that time. Isn't to some this as I have a lot of time on my hands and talking about it brought up a lot of Melrose of those days. So remember- my memories are exactly as I remember but were years ago, and the fictional part is what i INTERPRETED and how I was feeling about situations. I am going to mention fooling around but I won't be confirming certain details. I may post evidence if I am convinced it won't cone back to me I'd love any feedback. If anyone's interested.