Date: Fri, 7 Apr 2017 13:20:21 +0000
From: Danny writing <danny2017writing@outlook.com>
Subject: Even If We Tried - Part 7

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In The Last Chapter: Sam tried to enjoy himself for the most
part of it at his party. His mom had put so much work and
effort into hosting the party for Sam. Yet the current events
with Nash has placed a wedge between all the people he knows
in his life. Ethan is apparently distant, but still hanging in
for Sam's sake. But when Austin shows at Sam's party, things
escalate to worse in Sam's world. He feels guilty with the
turnout of events at his party and arranges to meet Austin on
the sly. Will this be a night that could Sam for the good, and
help him understand what he needs to do.


Even If We Tried - Part 7

Cycling at full pace; I felt myself drifting in and out of
this alternate reality. It was rather dreamy and it blurred
time making it appear relatively slow as I made my way to the
school.

My heart was pounding in my chest for a couple of reasons; One
reason was the thought of getting caught by the neighbourhood
watch ninjas, they were always stealthy and a scary bunch of
people. I remember I heard one of my friends was followed home
one time by someone in a car. He had walked the small distance
from a friend's house and the car joined his journey home
about halfway through his walk. I'd have to admit that if some
car was following me, I would run. Not walked at panicked
pace. But anyway, as I pulled up at the abandoned school, I
dismounted my bike and leaned it towards the high school
plague and sat down on the curb. I hoped that no police
cruisers would go by in the time I was waiting for Austin. I
could feel the cold beneath my layers of clothes, even my
parka was gathering the billions of tiny particles that
floated in the air from condensation. It felt misty out it
appeared that it was threating to rain. But I pushed that
though to the back of mind. I didn't want to think about rain,
I secretly hoped though, that the rain would hold off until me
and Austin had had a chance to meet. At times like this I wish
I had brought a beanie and gloves because the temperature was
around 5 degrees.

It wasn't freezing out but the cold was definitely felt. I
guess some time had passed because I checked my phone about
four times; and in that space, the time had come to 1:23 am.
I started to feel a little disheartened that he said he would
meet me and then ditch me. I was trying to apologize. Looking
up and down the street for any sign on life, I was scared and
also relieved at the slight of a silhouette that approached to
be fast and seemed to be hovering a couple of centimetres from
the ground as the street light only offered so much coverage
to the mysterious identity.

Before I knew what was what. I heard the shuffling of gravel
under their feet when they came to an abrupt stop beside the
school plague where my bike was. I felt venerable, even if I
wanted escape, I wouldn't have been able to get very far
without my bike. The mysterious figure appeared to be out of
breath and was wearing all black.
A black leather jacket which was zipped up as far as it could
go and the hood was propped up to conceal the person's face.
Wandering downwards, I came to notice the black skinny jeans;
the slim figure was wearing. The holes in the knees reminded
me of something from earlier, likewise the jacket. I can tell
you now that I was relieved when the figure dropped his hood
down and turned to smile at me.

"Austin! I thought you were someone else." I blurted out in a
sigh of relieve.

"Sorry..." He breathed slightly out of breath "My mom was
drinking wine. She stays up late when she drinks wine." He
chortled.

I waited for him to get off his bike and then rushed towards
him, we both closed the distance between us. I was about to
kiss him, but I held back. I don't know why I held back, I
just did.

"I'm so sorry for what happened." I offered sadly and
nervously.

"It's okay." He said contently as he looked directly at me
with assurance. It was so liberating that he was so accepting
and so calm about the turn of events.

"Sooo... What now?" He asked.

'He turned up was all I could think. He kept his word. I
didn't keep mine. I made him a promise that day I visited his
house. I said I would have his back. But I'm just to scared. I
guess I can't be scared anymore if I want to true to him and
also myself. Thinking of a place to go, he stood silently at
let me think.

"Do you wanna go the playground. And hang out for bit." I
offered hoping he would say yes.

"The playground?" He asked with a coy smile and suggestive
manner to his voice.

"The playground." I coyly replied back.

With a nod from Austin I felt as if nothing else cared. I
didn't care if I was to be grounded for sneaking out. I didn't
care if I was caught by the police. I just wanted to be with
him. I really did. Grabbing my bike from the school plague
board. I threw my leg over the crossbar and waited for Austin
to get onto his bike. He was mischievous, well we both were in
the moment. He was the person I could see myself traveling the
world with; or defying curfew with, or even breaking all the
rules with. He looked down to make sure he had his foot
properly on the peddle and then looked up at me and flashed a
white toothy smile.

"Lead On." He said with a hint of enthusiasm.

Standing up on my bike I peddled off the sidewalk and onto the
street and lead the way, away from both our houses.
I was heading south, you know where the industrial parts of
town start to ease into the suburbs. Swerving in and out of
the double lines on the vacant road. I ended up initiating a
game with Austin. Every time I crossed the double line on the
road, he would shoot out into the lane beside me on his bike
and over take me. We both took turns in doing as we made our
way down the steep incline of a hill and came to the gates of
the park that were still open. Stopping at the gate the both
of us took a breath and laughed it off. I could swear the
crinkles by his eyes or the dimples he made when he smiled
would make you want to just melt away into a gooey dip. Just
like the same chocolate they make cookies from, with a soft a
middle.

He was too perfect; to perfect for a boy like me. Over the
course of a couple of minutes we sat on our bikes to regain
our stamina and catch a breath. He started to look back at me
and laughed nervously since I had not broken my line of sight
with him.

"Are you okay." He inquired with a chuckle to it.

"I'm... awesome." I cooed.

"I know!" He added with a sarcastic tone and stood up on his
bike and peddled up onto the path with a giggle and raced
through the open gate of the park.

I could have not believed our luck. I knew that sometimes the
caretaker or the maintenance crew would forget to lock the
gates of the park. It was definitely the best place to escape
to.

Standing up also, I pushed down as a hard as I could to keep
up with him. Everything just seemed to have flow. Everything
was quite except for the laughter from Austin. I admired that.
I was having a great time. If the worse was to come, I would
have definitely excepted my fate of getting busted by the
police or taking the rap for sneaking into a park that was
supposed to be closed, it felt that it had so much more
meaning to be here with him. I would have gladly taken the
blame, but the gate was still open; so realistically, we were
not trespassing. Shouting the directions with an electricity
inside of me that I never felt before. I followed him trailing
behind on my bike with my front wheel just inches from his
back tire of his and leaned to the right as we approached a
bend on the footpath.

There it was; The playground, at end of this long footpath.
I could see the light, I could feel the wind blow my hair back
off my face. The adrenaline was real, my feelings were
definitely real. Coming to a hard stop outside the playground.
Austin looked around at me on his bike, and smiled.

"You ready adventure boy?" He said as he dropped his bike with
a loud chink and walked towards the gate for the playground.

I got off my bike without saying anything and slowly lowered
it to the ground. Come to think of it; I never really ever
lowered my bike to the ground on any occasion. This must have
been the first time I had ever done so; was he changing me,
and if so in what way. I stood back up and ran over towards
him not questioning the feelings of the moment.
It was all too nice to ruin it, by thinking of things that
were really going on. Reaching the gate, he turned to me with
a disappointed look on his face. Those puppy eyes; I wanted to
kiss him. I felted myself chicken out again though. What was
wrong with me I scolded myself; just frickin' kiss him, I
tortured myself about it for a couple of couple of seconds.

"The gates locked." He stated, while his buzz seemed to have
dwindled a little.

Turning back to the gate to confirm his theory. I scoped
around and walked around the perimeter a tiny bit away from
the gate. There was bin that was against the fence. You know
one of those grey steal council issues. Directly on the far
side of the fence there was a bench. It made this spot, a
perfect spot to jump the fence. What made this spot so much
more noticeable was the fact that there was a streetlight
directly over the bench in the playground and it sprayed an
orange circle out over the small area.

"Adventure Boy." I called out to Austin, as I walked towards
the bin. He seen where I was heading and copped what I was
thinking. What is this; I mean he knew what I was thinking. Is
this what they say about couples finishing each other's
sentences. I mean I know where not a couple but dam that was
freaky because it was the not the first time he had thought of
what I was thinking of.

He reached me as I stopped beside the trashcan and I smiled
over at me.

"I'll go first." I confidently stated. I griped the holes in
the chain link fence and positioned my left leg on the edge of
the trashcan and used my right leg to bunt myself up onto the
bin. Looking back down at Austin I grinned at him and let out
a little chuckle. I was so glad that he chuckled back because
he was obviously enjoying the company too. Undoing my straps
for my backpack I tossed it over the fence and let it drop
onto the bench below on the far side.

Just like that I reached for the top of the fence and pulled
myself over as I used the tips of my shoes, to gain so
leverage. Before I knew it; I let myself drop down most of the
way on the other side of the wall before I let go and came
down on top of the bench with thud.

I waited for Austin to climb over in the same fashion as I did
and when he was over the both of us looked at each other. It
was like where should we start? The playground was medium
sized I guess you could say. It had a roundabout, a fort made
out of 2 by 4 strips of wood that was all painted bright and
neon colours to emphasise that this was a kid place. It had
two small slides leading down from the fort as well as a
staircase that lead up to the topside.
However, it was our little escape from reality tonight, it was
paradise. It had the usual's like a seesaw in the corner and a
set of swings.

The playground was quiet and all that was heard was the gentle
footsteps of us. The moon offered a little light as did the
lamp over beside the bench where I left my backpack.

We ended up navigating towards the slides. I chased him like;
I would have been one of the girls with cooties from 3rd grade.
But he also ran; like he was being chased by a girl with
cooties from the 3rd grade. I chased him up the fort steps as
he begged and giggled from the excitement. I too could feel
the redness build up in my face and I really starting to work
up and bit of a sweat as I playfully chased after him.
His laugh was so intoxicating, his giggle was so hearty and
his smile was to die for.

He launched himself down one of the slides, as did I and
barrelled out the far end and ran straight for the roundabout
after him. Following close behind I gripped onto one of the
many bars and started to push it a little as I hopped on with
him. Catching a breath after all our excitement he begged to
give him a couple of minutes; because he was getting a stitch
in his side from all the laughing and all the running. I took
this as an opportunity and preceded to march forward. When he
seen, me coming you should have seen the fear in his face as
well as the anticipation of what was to come next. He ducked
down and crawled on his hands and knees to escape me. But I
caught up with him and wrestled with him on the merry-go-
round. He laughed and convulsed under my body weight as I
tickled the crap out of him.

"Sa...S. Saam... Sss... Stop!" He coughed and snorted out. When I
though he had enough; I stopped tickling him and fell down
beside him on the metal roundabout with a loud clunk that made
the roundabout vibrate with tremors. Sighing out; I laughed as
I looked up at the sky through the colourful handlebars of the
marry-go-round that could be identified if you looked closely
for detail. The moment was so surreal; I mean the laughing,
The laughing. He's laughing I thought to myself which made me
proud, I'm making him laugh. That's got to be good right, I
questioned myself.

I lay there with Austin by my side for a couple of minutes,
just looking up at the stars and the laughing slowly faded.

I though he had fell asleep for a minute, and to kill my
curiosity. I lifted my head off the metal floor and looked
over at him. He was looking directly up at the sky. He turned
his head ever so slightly to look at me and smiled. Only this
time, it felt warm and fuzzy. I felt my butterflies kick in,
and that's when I felt his hand nudge mine which lay at my
side. He nudged it a second time as I looked down and opened
my hand. Just like that when I opened my palm out. He slid his
small hand into my hand and interlocked with it. Looking back
up at his face he glared out into the sky and as I lay back
down I closed my hand in on his returning the mutual feeling
and looked up at the sky. I didn't feel as nervous; my hand
hadn't gotten clammy like it had done with Ethan. I didn't
want to let go, and I didn't plan to anytime soon.

We lay like that for about another ten minutes until Austin
broke the holding hands and got up and walked towards the
swings. 'I have the admit that I felt disappointed when he
broke the connection. Looking up I beamed across to him, to
see if everything was okay. Between the swings and the
roundabout, he turned around and to see if I was coming.
Jilting his head towards the swings; I nodded as I got up and
took a hold of the bar on the roundabout for support to stand
up.

He broke into a skip as I hopped off the small ledge on the
merry-go-round. The scratching of dirt and the trembles from
the roundabout was heard as I made my way over towards Austin
who sat on one of the two swings.

He looked up at me embarrassed as I took my seat on the swing
beside him. You know those swings that have the rubber bottoms
and chain supports. He started swinging back and forth and I
just sat there for a moment and though about what to say.
He was innocent; and he was willing to spend his night with
me. Kicking away from the foam ground that ran around the
swings.
I started to lean forward to start some sort of motion.
Immediately, I sat backwards on the swing and let all my body
weight push me back. I then leaned forward again and then
back. Before I knew It was building speed and kicking my legs
out to keep up the speed.

As the both of us swung at different paces. I thought about
the letter that Austin had given me the first day he had
arrived. I had never gotten the chance to talk to him about
the letter. I didn't want to drag it up; without having
something to break the ice first. I asked him what he would be
doing for spring break. He said that he would be going up to
his aunt in Seattle for a day or two. But other than that, he
only had the science exhibition. He was still unsure if he had
his partner for the day and that made me feel bad. It would be
a shame for anyone to ditch him just because he was outed. But
I'm looking on the brightside here; if he was without a
partner, then I'd get the chance to possibly partner up with
him. Does that make my selfish, I mean as much as I want him
to able to be himself; a part of me doesn't want to share him.
I just want him for myself. But I found myself think about
Ethan; how would Ethan take that news. Would he hate me, would
he maybe stop hanging out with me? I know Ethan hasn't been
the best of late, but he has always been there me. I'm sure
he'll come around.

Looking over at my companion. I watched and felt the rush as I
flew through the air at supersonic speed. I wish I could have
stead here all night with and I would have. Everything was
fine, and so perfect. My butterflies never seemed to quit and
I felt a fire in my heart that I had never felt before.
Looking at things now I guess you could say I was ashamed at
Ethans lack of decency. I mean he could have tried a lot
harder to make Austin feel welcome regardless of what Nash had
said about him. I thought to myself as the creaks of the
swings chimed every time one of us went forward; and I felt
the small shudder from the stiffness of the mechanism the
swing was set up on.

Drawing in my breath as the both of us swung back and forth. I
decided to brace myself for impact and blurted the question of
the letter out.

"Hey, Um... I never said thanks for the letter."

Austin continued swinging for a couple of seconds after the
question broke the air, but slowly lost momentum as he ceased
to push himself forward and backwards to keep up the pace.
"Letter? He asked looking a little offended, as he was now
finally stopped and looking directly over at me from the
swing.

"You did send it. Right? I begged wanting to know the truth
almost too desperately.

"I didn't send anything. I didn't give you a letter. He
mumbled out as he started to slowly pushing away from the
ground ever so slightly that it made the swing sway a little.
You know; like what you see in a horror movie when the swings
are swinging on their own with nobody on them, only this rare
human being was sitting on it which made it not so scary. I
mean the darkness was scary, sure. The playground at night,
totally. But with him 'Pff No way.'

He did not really ask who sent the letter after that. I found
that interaction sort of odd for the weirdest of reasons. I
was assuming he was going to ask but he didn't and that was a
little worrying. But at the same time, I felt like I had
gotten my judgment all wrong. Who could the mysterious sender
have been; If Austin hadn't sent it then who did. I found
myself begging for it not to be a girl. I don't need that shit
right now. I'm putting up with too much shit at the moment. I
did not want a nuclear missile to come my way; everything was
already fucked up as it was. If by some chance some girl did
have a crush on me and was sending me admirer letters what
would I say to her if she tries to approach me. "Err. You
don't have the proper equipment between your legs."

I wish Austin had asked me about the question again but I
could feel like he didn't want to pursue the matter any
further. I mean what was wrong with people, just when I want
to talk about something serious, nobody wants to discuss what
the bigger problems are. Now that was scandalous.

Just like that some time had passed, and sure enough I thought
I was feeling things when I felt a couple of cold spits
landing on my head and face. Looking up to the source of the
random coldness splotches my cheeks were speckled with a
couple more.

It was starting to rain, 'Great I thought. Just my luck.'

Springing to our feet we started to laugh at the predicament,
it would be rather on the funny side to stand out in the
middle of rain and get soaked; again. But I guess it would
have been cute to see Austin soaking wet, but on top of that I
could only imagine him shivering to death and that's not
something I wanted to happen.

Racing over towards the fort and slides. We both crouched down
underneath the platform and took shelter. The both of us
started to playfully giggle as we sat on the ground, well
Austin did. Instead I raced over to my backpack that lay on
the bench before It was a lost cause. I plucked it up as I
could feel the cold droplets hitting my outer layer of
clothing and dived back in under the platform with Austin.

Sitting underneath and being sheathed. I remembered that I had
brought the cake and coke cola with me. I know it was crummy
idea but I was starting to feel a little peckish and decided
it was about time to eat a little something.

Before I could open the backpack Austin finally asked me with
a resonating sound.

"Okay I gotta ask. What gives with the school bag."

Unzipping the bag; I reached into it and pulled out one of the
deep red cans.

"Ta-da!" I gave with some dramatic effect to add to the
suprise of the moment. He cracked that lovely smile of his and
held out his hand. I held the can up slightly over his hand
and teased him a little bit. I kept pretending I was going to
let go of the can and let him take it. But I guess the joke
got old after a couple of seconds and I decided to just give
it to him. However, he must have thought I was still messing
and didn't bother to try and take the can and it plummeted
down between his crossed legs and smacked off his shinbone. A
small yelp escaped Austin as he felt the small impact.

I immediately felt bad for having done that, and not warning
him in advance that I was letting it go. "Are you okay." I
asked with a state of panic that I might have hurt him.

He chuckled to himself as I watched his right hand disappeared
between his crossed legs and submerge with the can.

Sarcastically he added as he started to open the can.
"I know you like me and all. But love hurts; you don't need to
start hitting me with soda cans just yet."

"Eh... "I breathed out with a soft chuckle. There it was again;
Him being cute and all that gooey and warm shit. His presence
was almost intoxicating.

Giving him a smile, I watched as he took a noisy gulp from the
can and my eyes widened; For such a posh boy; he was not the
one to show that he was a posh boy. I mean he never talked
about his wealth or what his family owned. He never talked
like some of those snobs you would hear on the Tv talking
about a bad investment. Here he was; in his own little world
sucking the bubbly gas from the top of the can like a five
year old. He was kinda dorky and yes, he was goofy, but I
liked that. It made me feel like; I was the only one who was
seeing the true Austin. Digging back into my bag I took my can
out and placed it on the ground beside my folded legs and took
out the cake that was in the lunch box. His eyes lit up like a
child at Christmas. There was so much life in his eyes, so
much heart and so much sorrow.

"You want some." I offered as I clicked the pressure pallet
down to open the lunchbox. The cake was a lovely biscuit cake
with Malt-Teasers and Marshmallows under the icing. My mouth
started to water as I could smell the freshly bake cake
sitting on my lap.

He gave a shy smile and looked down at the ground with a
seductive face. He knew what he wanted and I knew what to give
him. just like that I took my slice out of the container and
handed the plastic tub over to him and he snatched it off me
like it was a first place prize. He started to stuff his face
and sip on the cola to wash the remains down. I to devoured
what I had in my hand. OMG it was literally mouth watering, it
was so good. I mean how can you not love biscuit cake. What
was more appealing was that Austin liked the same desert I
liked for a birthday cake. The sound of the rain hitting the
ground in anger was heard and the munching of Austin. It was
possibly the best way to end the night for me; I knew thought
that, it most likely was coming to an end. There was so much
life that left his bones. He was someone I could see myself
falling in love with; I mean I think I already am, but I'm
ashamed of myself for feeling this way. It's so much pressure.
I want to love him, but that tiny voice inside my head says
it's not right, what will people think.

The silence was broken for a short second when Austin let out
a sharp and loud belch and then continued on eating like
nothing happened. I blushed at his accomplishment. I ended up
watching him as he finished the remainder of the cola and I
just watched on in a state of aww. He looked over at me when
he was finished his can and placed it on the ground between
the small space between our crossed legs. He was my own little
cookie monster. And totally adorable. He smiled bashfully as
he had caught me watching him and started to go all shy; that
was enough for my stomach to start feeling queasy again and my
butterflies took off again and started making my stomach all
weird. I started tremble a little again; like the time I did
in his hallway. He must think I have something wrong with me,
nobody started jittering all of a sudden like me. But I stood
corrected on that statement when he started to rub his hands
together and shivered a little.
Nothing else came to my mind, as I leaned back a little bit
and hoisted myself up off the ground a little and unzipped my
parka and made a sloppy attempt to put it around him.

He smiled at the gesture as he hugged my coat, just like you'd
do when you wake up at 8 am on Saturday morning; not wanting
to get out of bed, because it was the weekend.

"Thanks." He said as he bit his bottom lip and coyly smiled.
I didn't think much about it. All I was doing was giving him
my jacket. Because he was cold, of course. It was the obvious
thing to do. Although I did think it was a lousy idea because
I was feeling the effects of the cold. But I didn't care, at
least he was warm. Giving him a warm smile and flash of my
eyes I told him without speaking a word he was welcome.

Soon after that the rain had stopped, well it eased. The small
haze was bearable. With that we decided to get up from under
the slides and stood up stiffly. I hadn't noticed we were
sitting under there that long. But it was cool.
He could see I was cold and he handed me back my parka, as he
gave me an appreciative look.

"You better take this back before you freeze." He said softly
as he handed the jacket out between us. Taking the jacket off
I put it back on and gave him a smirk.

We walked the small distance back over to the bench, that was
soaking. I told Austin to be careful of the slippery surface
as he climbed up first ahead of me. While he scaled the chain-
link fence on the playground side. I put threw my backpack
over the fence. Just like he leaned over the top and came down
the far side of the fence and put his tippy toes on the roof
of the steal bin.

Before I knew it, my life flashed before my eyes as I heard a
swishing sound and Austin fell sideways off the bin. My heart
jumped in chest and I quickly clung to the fence and scrambled
over it to get to him. My vision became blurred, and the only
goal in mind was to get to my fallen friend.

Placing my feet firmly on the bin. I jumped down to the ground
with a crunch of the gravel and turned around to him.
He starting to sit back up; from where he had landed beside
the fence. He cupped his left elbow as he sighed and scrunched
his face up a little in discomfort as he tried to see what was
wrong with him. He bent his arm in expectation, when his faced
turned from a subtle face of pain to an indicator of
excruciating pain. He let out a gasp of pain; and straightened
his arm back out, and let a soft whimper out.

Bending down to his level I placed my fingertips on the
underside of his forearm and lifted his elbow up a little to
my face. He had a nasty looking gash on his elbow. It looked
sore and I wanted to quickly get him back to his feet and take
him home to make sure he didn't die.

"My adventure boy hurt himself." I mocked to calm the
situation. He let out a half hearted chortle, and gasped when
the pain took over again. He threw back his head with a smile
and looked back to me.

"Does it hurt." I asked with a sincerity with all joking
aside.

"A little." He stated softly.

"Good." I said confidently. "That means it's healing."

Just then he blushed and started to stand back up.
But I felt a dominant side of me taking over that I had never
felt before and push him the couple of centimetres back to the
ground.

"Hey." He said with a hint of sincerity and question.

I could not hold my feelings anymore and all I knew faded into
the background. I leaned in a pressed into his lips. Just like
that. I know someday; if people ask me were my most romantic
kiss was? I'd say on the ground outside the local playground
under one single streetlight. It was all I needed to tell him
in that moment; because when I leaned back he wasn't smiling.
He was looking up, but not of a smile, or joy, or sadness
even. It was unclassifiable. It was the first time I felt
FOUND. I mean in this crazy world and all the mixed up
feelings, I was feeling I felt he was the one. The one who was
changing me, for the better, regardless of what people had to
say.

Extending my arm out. I pulled him off the ground and we both
walked back to our bikes and mounted them. Making sure my
school bag was securely on. I cycled silently with Austin back
to the school were the we would have to part ways. I would
occasionally glance over to make sure he was okay, and once I
knew he okay I looked ahead and kept cycling. Once we finally
got to the school. I felt a part of me die as I felt that this
was going to be the end of what was a nice feeling that me and
Austin achieved tonight. Maybe it just for one night, I wasn't
to know. But truth be told, I was sad.

I then had an idea and asked him to come back to my house for
a little while. He thought about it and then agreed since it
was only 3:30am by the time we cycled past the town hall and
home it was nearly 4am. Thinking about now I knew it was
rather foolish to invite him back because he most likely would
be going home at 6 am, just before sunrise. But with all that
said I was glad that he riding beside and we were both going
in the same direction.

***

Pulling into my driveway, I avoided my mom's car the second
time in row tonight. Hopping off the bike I looked for signs
of life. I looked for lights on my house or even any of the
neighbour's houses. It would have been shame if a nosy
neighbour was to rat me out for sneaking with Austin; although
it would be worth it. I mean I'd do it again, in a heartbeat.
We remained as quite as we possible and wheeled our bikes
under our arms in the side entrance and placed them at the
backdoor. Pushing the handle for the patio door, we hastily
navigated to the second floor and silently into my room.
I crept at a stealthy pace, and checked around corners to
make sure my mom was not awake.

Switching on the light, I entered my room with Austin. I knew
it was nothing like what he had. But it was home to me. He did
not seem to react any differently so I felt content. I was a
little embarrassed with the messiness and the smell. It wasn't
like it was bad or anything, it wasn't smelly but I didn't
have time to fix the smell and get it really fresh like. He
took a seat on the end of my bed as I tried to scoop some of
the crap back into the corners to make my room appear a little
cleaner.

While I was cleaning Austin broke my concentration with a
question. "Can I see your drawings?" He asked.
Looking around at the cutie on the end of my bed, which I
could not believe was happing. I looked at what he was looking
at. His attention returned to my bedside locker were my
journal was sitting. "Sure." I said as I pushed some dirty
laundry under my bed with my foot. I felt my eyes were
starting to sting a little. I knew that I was getting tired
but I was determined to stay awake.

Sitting beside him on the bed, I watched as he turned page
after page and compliment my work. I felt so happy that I
could do a backflip. I probably shouldn't though. But just the
way the night went and that he was here with me and
complimenting my drawings. I couldn't have asked for a better
night. I remembered that he was in need of medical attention
when I brushed off his cut arm and with that I crept out to
the main bathroom and returned a moment later bearing a first
aid kit. Bending down in front of him; I moved to the side of
him his legs and placed the first aid kit on the floor and
took out the antiseptic. Finding a cotton ball from all my
moms and sisters makeup accessories.

"Take of your jacket." I chuckled as I poured a little of the
antiseptic onto the cotton ball and dabbed it over his cut
after he had rolled up his sleeve. He was handsome when he
rolled up sleeves. I could even imagine that this cut, when it
healed that it would be a sexy scar. But none the less with a
little ting he held his words as I cleaned the cut for him.

My eyes started to sting like crazy. I decided to maybe splash
some water up into my face to wake me up, after I had finished
fixing him up and with that I got up and treaded slowly to the
bathroom. I could have sworn I heard Austin begin to yawn as I
started running the tap and waited for the water to warm up.
Placing my hands under the flow in a valley shape. I waited
for my hands to fill up before I threw it up into my face not
once, but three times.

Drying my face; I checked myself out in the mirror before I
went back out. It got me thinking; what did Austin find so
appealing about me. Was it my personality? Was it my looks?
Or a mixture of both. Who knew, I mocked my reasoning.

Heading back out I was about to suggest to Austin that we
could watch some Netflix. But there he was asleep on my bed
facing towards the window. I could only see the back of him;
Since he had rolled over and went to sleep. I had the sudden
urge to see how peaceful he was and scurried around the far
side of the bed to get a better look at his face. Yes, he had
a fine ass but that was not the point. I mean he was adorable
there; lying on top my bed with his head on my pillow and his
right arm propped under it for support. It was so adorable; it
was like he had so much fun and then just conked out.

The way he was laying was just too cute to pass up; Looking
around my room in search of my journal. I came to notice it at
the bottom of the bed beside his feet where he was sitting a
few moments ago. His feet were so small, and cute. Yes, I said
his feet were cute. He was worth drawing at this moment in
time. Grabbing one of my many sketching pencils pencils from
my desk. I turned off the main light and turned on my bedside
lamp and sat back down at the window, which had a window seat
build into the deep window.

I had started to draw the outline of his body and key in some
of the major details; I wanted to capture from Austin. The
soft rhythmic breathing told me he was safe and that his
dreams were pleasant. I sketched for a little while longer
until I was happy with the basic outline. One thing that that
struck me was of chord. I had never noticed before that there
was a tiny scare above his right eyebrow. Even with this
little imperfection; he was still hot. It was one of those,
sort of flaws that made him irresistible. It was one of those
cute flaws that grows on you and you end up falling in love
with it all that more once you notice it.
I do not know how I didn't notice it until now, but I was glad
that I had. It made me wonder how he had got it.

Just when I was about to finish up with the drawing outline;
What did Austin do. He turned over onto his back, and mumbled
little. Damn... Austin he's excruciatingly adorable when he
wants be. I felt my butterflies kick off again in my stomach,
but it wasn't like before, it was different somehow. Just like
that though; I raised off the window seat and picked up the
blanket that I always covered myself with every night I drew
and covered him with it gently. It was one of those personal
mementos you know, like a woollen blanket that grandmas would
knit for her grandchildren. Only I had this since my birth and
it was my favourite blanket. I felt it was duty tonight to
take of him. Because I know deep down I can better.

Once I had covered him and I was content that he was
comfortable I sat back down on the window seat and used the
couple of pillows I had thrown onto the seat pervious days
before. Building myself a mountain behind my back for support
I snuggled in pulling another blanket over me and continued to
draw Austin from memory and finish the rest of the drawing of
him with what I had.

That's the last thing I can remember because not long after
that I could swear I seen the sky turning a bluey orange and
then I must have fell asleep being so close and content to
Austin.

The End Of Part 6

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