AN: So, FF is being screwy so if this looks weird I'm sorry. Next chapter... Yeah, this one really sucks and I'm sorry. Also, Andrew, I have to kill Austin in this one, I told you that that was part of the plot and you didn't object. So, I'm going to kill her and make you depressed, but to compensate, I'll make her in a fan-fiction with whomever you want and she can have cat ears. Whatever you want, anyways, it's 3:30 and I have to be up in five hours so I think I'm going to go to sleep if there are no objections.
{Jason's point of view}
There she was, walking through her door her soft mousy-brown hair swishing softly side to side… And there he was, that Irish bastard, all happy and grinning in his stupid little Toyota Camry. His stupid grin on his face. He was grinning for her, and he was lucky, she had chosen him. The cool metal of the gun turned in my hands as I debated on weather or not I should kill him.
The car was gone before I could decide. Whatever, it's not like he was the important one. I looked through the window of Austin's room and watched as she walked in and sat down on her bed. She was so beautiful; it was almost heart-breaking.
Austin bent down to take off her shoes, and the gun stopped it's rotating in my hands. She chucked the shoe across the room and it hit a frame with her senior picture in it. Austin looked so angry; she didn't even attempt to pick the picture up. The girl before me rose and began to remove her trousers. My heart began to beat against my chest. My eyes closed for a second and the re-opened to see a bare bottom. Flesh flowed effortlessly from one limb to the next and I couldn't help but marvel in amazement.
I heard the door close and her mother walked to her car, muttering something about how her daughter had no respect for her and that she was a bitchy little slut. The bitch. She didn't deserve to have Austin as a daughter.
All of a sudden her shirt was off and then she disappeared into the bathroom. I sighed and looked at the entryway to make sure that no one was there. I got up and felt for the key that was on the ledge of the door. Cold metal shocked my hand and I scraped the key up from the wood.
I unlocked the door and walked in and then shut it behind me. I could hear the shower running and I smiled to myself. I think it was a fitting way to leave the world of the living. The way you came in.
I walked through the halls until I could practically hear the sweet humming that she was prone to. I sat outside her room until she was dressed, I couldn't kill her, not yet. I still wanted to ravish in her presence a little longer, even if she didn't know that I was there.
I heard her go to her bag of holding and I smiled, that's right, she hadn't read the note yet. Austin crumpled the note and threw it against the wall; by her breathing I could tell that she was scared… And for some weird reason, it made my blood run.
{Austin's point of view}
I walked into the house and my mother told me to come into the kitchen, so I did. She was standing at the stove, her stupid little "Cooking Mama" apron on and a wooden spoon in her hand.
"What's up?" I asked, looking around the little room. My mother turned around and set her cold, ice blue eyes on me.
"I don't want you spending all your time with that boy." she said to me. Now, you can imagine that not only the comment about spending all my time with Andrew pissed me off, but the fact that she didn't have the decency to call him by his name pissed me off even more.
My mouth dropped, and then I drew myself to full height. "First of all mom," my voice was calm as was my face. "I don't spend all my time with Andrew. I was with Collin and Olivia today, watching a movie at Collin's house. I called Alex to see if he could give me a ride home, but he said that he couldn't because he was working, so I called Andrew. He came to pick me up and then we went to a park out of random interest. Second, 'That Boy' has a name, and 'That Boy' is really important to me, so if I want to spend a little time with him I will."
By the time I was done with my whole spiel, I was screaming and my breathing was heavy. I turned on heal and stormed out of the room, leaving my mom speechless. I walked into my room and screamed to myself. I sat down on my bed and removed a shoe. I chucked it across the room. The shoe hit my senior picture and it fell and shattered. I didn't even stop to pick it up.
I undressed and walked into my bathroom and turned on my shower. The hot water was sure to cool me down. I stepped in and heard my mom leave the house, no doubt to go and drive for a few hours. I'd have to get myself dinner, not that I cared.
My shower took me thirty minutes before I calmed down, by that time I had washed my body and hair and I was just standing under the water. I sighed, and turned it off; it was beginning to get cold, and grabbed my towel. I wrapped it around myself and stepped out of the shower. My feet hit the soft mat that I had so that the water wouldn't ruin the floor.
I walked out of the bathroom and threw my towel in the hamper and then walked over to my bed where my pajamas were and put them on. When they were on I picked up the bag of holding and pulled out the sticky-note. I knew it was from him.
My bloody sweet rose.
Jason
I shivered and sighed, this guy was beginning to creep me out. The note crumpled itself in my hand and I threw it against the wall. I would pick it up later, when I wasn't scared and wanting to talk to Andrew.
I laid back on my bed, contemplating if I should talk to him or not, and I decided against calling him because I didn't want to bother him more, plus he was probably talking to Marty or Steve.
Pssht. Boys.
{Andrew's point of view}
I drove home and sighed, another night ruined by Austin's mother. At lease it wasn't mine. I turned on my iPod and on came All Those Nights- Dear Juliet. I sighed, and turned onto my street. My car felt empty without her inside it, and all I wanted was for her to be there with me. I looked at my phone which was sitting in its normal place like always. I had this weird feeling that she was in trouble, or about to be.
But I ignored it; I didn't want to call her if she was in the middle of a fight with her mother. The song ended and I shut the random music generator off and took it out of my car, along with my phone. Soon I was up in my room, and signing onto Face book against my better judgment.
Pop.
There was Olivia, asking me how my four hours that were spent with Austin went. I told her that they were fine and sighed. That girl needed a life, seriously. All it seemed she did was stalk Face book, waiting for me to sign on, it was getting a little creepy.
A yawn escaped my lips and I stared blankly at the computer screen for a moment, for some reason I was tired. I quickly told Olivia that I had to go and signed off, then proceeded to shut off my computer. I got up and collapsed on my bed and thought of the only thing that could make me fall asleep and not have horrid dreams, Austin, and soon, I was asleep.
AN: Yup, going to bed now. Nighty night.
