Chapter 2:
"Shit."
It was probably 3 in the morning as Austin stumbled around the lobby and up the elevator. Luckily for him no one was up yet, so he stumbled his way into the elevator quietly… or well… safely without waking anyone up.
"Ugh." He groaned, rubbing at his eyes before turning to the elevator buttons.
"Was it the 10th floor?" Austin muttered to himself as he squints at the elevator buttons. They looked like they were getting bigger and then smaller, before blurring out all together.
"Ohhhh.." He moaned bringing a hand up to rub at his eyes in hopes it would stop the throbbing pain long enough for him to think. It done the trick, because he suddenly remembered that he lived in the penthouse suite.
Sighing, Austin leaned onto the railing inside the elevator, trying to stay up long enough for him to get to his bedroom. He rubs at his face frankly, trying to get the funky shapes he kept seeing out of his eyes. Unfortunately, they wouldn't go away just like that throbbing pain in his head.
Suddenly the elevator stopped, making Austin sway side to side. He steadies himself with a shake of his head, before stepping out onto his floor. He turned around watching the elevator doors close quietly, before it descended to the bottom floor. He sighs again, rubbing at his eyes for another time that night.
"Okay… you can do this." He mumbles to himself, placing a hand on the wall to steady himself to the front door. "Just walk in quietly and to your room."
He finally finds himself in front of his door and just as he was about to reach the keys, the door open. And even in his drunken state he could feel all the blood draining from his face.
"Hey Demonica." He mutters, pushing her aside so he can step into his home.
The forty year old woman rolls her eyes before shutting the door. She turns around to see him stumbling onto the couch. And with another shake of her head she quickly scolds him, "After all these years how many times do I have to tell you? Call me mom. And get off the couch! It isn't your room!"
Austin simply rolls over so his face was facing the couch, grabbing a pillow to snuggle with. Demonica narrows her eyes at him, before running a hand through her hair. "What are we going to do with you?"
A light snore comes from the couch as his form of reply, which only gets the older woman madder. "Austin get up. Your father is out looking for you and he's going to be here any minute."
"He's not happy either. We got a phone call at midnight telling us how the paparazzi got some good photos of you leaving a club and getting into a fight! You got a lot of explaining to do when he gets here. So get up!" Demonica cries, tossing a pillow at his sleeping figure.
He continues to sleep, which makes Demonica grow in frustration. After all these year, the poor brunette woman couldn't figure out why her stepson wouldn't open up to her. She get that his mom was gone, but it was about time to let go. And as harsh as it sounds, he was eighteen for goodness sakes!
Just then front door open and walked in a very angry Mr. Mike Moon.
"Austin! You got a lot of explaining to do mister!" Mike bellows as he caught sight of his son's sleeping figure. He's glaring holes into his son's head, but his son didn't look like he was going to wake up anytime soon.
" Ugh…" Mike groans, running a hand across his face. He turns to look at his wife. He opens his arms up and she steps into his embrace.
"Just give him a moments rest. He'll be up soon." She murmurs to him, her head on his chest. He nods lightly, before heading for their room.
Demonica still in the room, turns back to look at her step son. And with a shake of her head she follows her husband.
Austin later woke up with a start, turning around frantically to figure out his surroundings. He sigh in relief to find that he had somehow safely got himself safely back to his home. Sitting up, he turns around to look at the clock. Eight. His dad and stepmom weren't going to be up until 9, so he had plenty of time to sneak back into his room.
Getting up, he found himself sitting back on the couch a few moments after, a throbbing pain across his forehead.
"Hangover." He simply mutters, before slowly heading over to the bathroom for some aspirin. He walks out with the medicine in hand and heads to the kitchen for a glass of water. He relaxes feeling the throbbing lessen slightly. Running a hand across his face and through his hair, he tries to remember last night's events.
Nothing.
He shakes his head before trudging to his bedroom to get another hour of sleep. However he doesn't get far.
"Austin." The voice said menacingly. He let out a frustrated sigh for being caught. "You come back here right now."
Austin quickly spins around a smile on his face as he greets his father. "Hey dad. How are you this morning? I just woke up a little early and wanted something to drink, but I'm heading back to bed now. Still a little ti-"
"Sit." Mike hiss, pointing to the couch before him. Austin lets out a sigh, before obliging to his father's request. He'll just have to turn up the sweet talking a little. But knowing his dad, it probably wouldn't work this time around.
Mike Moon moves to stand in front of his son, taking in his son's appearance. What had happen? He thought silently to himself. What had happen to his fun loving son?
"Austin, son. What happen?" Mike asks, before he could even register any other thought.
"Nothing dad, I was just out." Austin murmurs, leaning his chin on his arm which was propped up on the armrest.
Mike could feel the anger rising in him as he let his eyes shut for a moment in order to control is anger. "Out?" He whispers menacingly. "You call heading to the club and getting into a fight as in GOING OUT?"
Austin groaned, not really wanting to hear this from his father right now. After all he heard a million times before and plus he had a killer headache right now.
"Dad, I know-"
"You know? YOU KNOW? Really now son? You know what I'm talking about? If you do then why are you always getting yourself caught up with clubs or fights, especially when the paparazzi are around!?" Mike shouts at him, getting into Austin's face.
"Mike. Calm down for goodness sakes. People are sleeping!" Demonica scolds annoyed for being woken up so early in the morning. Mike looks up at her and shakes his head.
"Then tell me what we should do with my son and his behavior! We can't keep having him running around reckless like this again!" Mike hollers at his wife, before quickly turning to Austin, "Heck you're not allowed out again! EVER! You're under house arrest Austin!"
"HOUSE ARREST? Are you being serious right now?" Austin shouts, getting up to face his father. "It wasn't my fault the paparazzi were getting in my face, invading my privacy! They fuc-"
"AUSTIN DON'T YOU DARE FINISH THAT SENTENCE. AND YES! I'm being serious! If you keep running around like that, I'm going to have to kick you off my label! SO STAY HOME OR GET FIRED SON." Mike shouts.
Austin lets out a frustrated sigh, before he starts to pace the room. He's running his hands through his hair, breathing out deeply. When he stepmom decides to speak, "Now Mike, I think we're being a little unreasonable here."
Mike narrows his eyes at his wife, but doesn't say anything letting his wife to continue. "I think we should take this in a different approach. It'll bring good publicity for Austin and the world won't wonder about this family's crazy problems."
Mike simply nods his head, sitting down on the chair behind him. Austin stops pacing and watches his step mother. What in the world could she be possibly talking about?
"I propose we set Austin up with a girl." She murmurs, sitting down on the armrest of the couch, Austin sat moments ago. "An arranged marriage."
"WHAT?" Austin shouts, stepping back into his father and step mother's line of vision. "Are you being serious right now?"
"Hang on, son. Let her finish." Mike murmurs, sitting up in his seat. His curiosity was peaking and at this point he really wanted to get on his son's nerves.
Demonica smiles back at him, silently thanking him. "Well, we can find Austin a sweet down to earth girl at one of them nearby orphanages! And when we put them out to the public, everyone will think Austin has finally changed his ways and settled down with a girl."
"It's a brilliant idea really. Can't you see it now, Mike?" Demonica asks, reaching out for his hand. She gives it a light squeeze before adding, "Austin Moon finally changes his bad boy ways for mystery girl!"
Austin scoffs, going back to pacing the room. His dad wouldn't be that crazy. Sure his father was mad at him right now, but an arranged marriage? Impossible! His dad would never agree with such a th-
"Brilliant Demonica!" Austin felt his jaw drop as he turns to look at his father and stepmother. They were both grinning ear to ear. Mike turns to look at him giving him a smirk, before adding, "Son it'll be good publicity and it'll look all natural son! Plus you'll be hitting two birds with one stone! Good bye bad boy image and hello to Austin Moon saving orphanage girl!"
Mike continues to blabber about his son's soon to be future. Demonica is sitting there with a smile on her face as she watches her husband, walking around the room with a hop in his step. Austin just continues to look at his father with an incredulous look.
This cannot be happening right now. Austin thought to himself, running a hand through his hair. And as he continues to watch his father and stepmother discuss his future, he felt something snap.
"I'm out."
"What?" Mike asks, turning around to see his son grabbing his keys and jacket. "Where do you think you're going?"
"Out. I'm going out dad." Austin hisses, turning around to narrow his eyes at his father and stepmother. He knew she was nothing but trouble.
"OH NOO. You can't do tha-" Mike begins, but Austin quickly cuts him off, "I'm going to go out, because after today I won't ever have a say in anything again. So if you'll excuse I'm going out." Austin shouts, before slamming the door on their faces.
He lets out a sigh, before running his hand through his hair. He pushes himself off the front door and quickly jogs over to the elevator.
He needed to talk. He needed a talk with someone or someones. And he knew just the right people.
"Wow." Austin simply nods, throwing his head back on the table as his friends try to comprehend his life. "An arrange marriage?"
"Really? What is it the 17th century?" Trish exclaims, throwing her hands up in the air before leaning on them as she looks at him across the table. The black tangled mess she called hair swaying back and forth. "Austin, are you seriously going to go through with it?"
"Like I have a choice." Austin scoffs, bringing the cold drink on the table to his lips. No it wasn't liquor, just water.
"Ha. Well you had it coming to you man." Austin narrows his eyes at his red headed friend, Dez. "What? All that partying and hooking up! And then last night's fight? Austin you were asking for it."
"Though I didn't expect an arrange marriage." Dez admits. Austin simply rolls his eyes at him, before rolling his head so his cheek was touching the table. "I don't know. I guess you're right Dez. I had it coming, but seriously an arranged marriage?"
"What was Demonica thinking?" Austin exclaimed sitting up, before leaning onto his chair.
"WOAH. Demonica thought this up?" Trish asks, throwing her black curls behind her.
"Yup." Austin muttered with a pop of the 'p'.
"I knew that woman was crazy, but I didn't think she was this crazy!" Trish mutters, taking her lemonade drink up to her lips as she looks from Austin and Dez. Dez simply nods his head, before looking out the window.
A silence fills the air as the three of them think over Austin's current situation. However the silence is soon filled with Austin's humming and singing.
"There's no way I can make it without you. Do it without you. Be here without you. Hmm-"
"New song?" Dez asks as both he and Trish quickly exchange looks, before slowly lean in curiosity filling their eyes..
Austin looks up, surprised a bit, before realizing he was singing out loud. "Oh… No actually."
"It was just a song that got cut." He murmurs, looking out the window with this sad look in his eye. Trish and Dez give each other and look, before turning to look at him questioningly.
He knew they were silently begging him to tell them the story. It happened way before he met Trish and Dez, and he still couldn't quite grasp the truth yet. He just didn't want to believe it. So instead, he decided to get up.
"I gotta go guys. I'll catch up with you guys later." And with that he left, leaving Trish and Dez utterly confused.
BA DA BUM! Second chapter of this story! :DD I hope you like it, I know I took a long time, but I just couldn't get this chapter right, BUT IT'S DONE. (:
So everything is falling into place! C:
Review and let me know what you think~! Until next time!
~Christy :DD