NOTE: This will be a collection of my random muses. It might not always make sense but hopefully, you never miss out on the emotions.
I love the dynamic between A&A. As friends, they're spectacular. But how about as something more? Both are too afraid to test the waters when such a beautiful friendship hangs in the balance. Their inner struggle will basically be the focus of my writings. =)
Me Without You
The worn leather binding was smooth to the touch, resting warmly against the palm of his hand. The pages, once white and unblemished, were now yellow and tattered.
The secrets hidden in-between the lines now lay quiet.
The letters were barely legible.
He traced over some of the words and listened as the familiar melodies played thru his head.
oooooooo
Downstairs the door chime opened.
"Austin!"
BANG.
It slammed shut causing the cymbals to vibrate.
oooooooo
Upstairs he hummed quietly to himself, walking over to the old piano. He gently turned the page.
ooooooo
Clickclickclickclick.
Heels raced up the steps.
"AUSTIN!"
oooooooooo
It's like I'm hanging by a thread.
Wasn't it only yesterday that the two of them sat at this piano, both teetering on opposite ends of the bench, holding their breath so afraid to breathe the same air or God forbid, touch shoulders?
He skimmed over the lyrics, laughing at the memory. Sixteen-year-old Austin had no idea—
The door burst opened and he quickly turned, snapping the book shut.
Wow...
Want to know a secret? He was weak. That's okay because he was confident enough to admit it to himself.
But if confronted, he'd probably poke both eyes out before telling anyone that even after all these years, his heart still sometimes missed a beat at the sight of her.
"Hi."
