How the hell am I supposed to know who he is, we've had one conversation?
"Umm, his name is Austin. he's new." I say because that's really all I know about him. Jack gives me a disapproving look.
"Then why was he sitting next to you? Did he say something to you?" Jack says
"No, he's actually really sweet. He stood up to Finn for me. I'm sure he will leave me once he figures the school out, though." I say, defending Austin.
"If he's really sweet, then I'm sure he won't leave baby, you can't be afraid to make a friend because of Matt." He says in a soft voice, eyeing me when he says his name.
My body stiffens, he knows damn well we don't talk about him.
"Don't bring him up," I say closing myself off
"Denver, you're going to have to talk about him at some point" Jack tries to point out
"Not today." I try to reason
"Then, when Blake? When are you finally going to open up about how much he really hurt you?" Jack asks raising his voice
"I don't know, Jackson! I would rather never think about him again, so I'm going to my room." I say, standing up and walking out of the room and toward the stairs.
"Well, I'm here when you want to talk about it. I'm sorry for yelling, I'm trying to be more patient." He says, surprising me with the vulnerability.
"It's okay bub, It's just a touchy topic for me; I'm sorry for yelling too," I say, regretting my reaction.
I continue my walk to the stairs only to be interrupted by Jack's voice again, "Oh, and Den."
"yeah," I say rather impatient because my bed is calling my name
"Call me Jackson again, and I'll beat your ass" He threatens
"I bet you will, Jackson" With that, I run up the stairs and close my bedroom door.
I run straight to my bed and curl up to watch TV. Halfway through my show, my phone dings. When I open the message, I expect it to be one of the boys telling me they are on their way home. It's not a coming home text, It's from an unknown number. Who the hell?
UNKNOWN- Hey, pretty boy
No, it can't be. There's only one person on the face of this plant that calls me pretty boy.
DENVER- Austin?
UNKNOWN- You guessed it, How'd you know?
Do I tell him about the nickname? I kind of like it, and if I mention it, he might feel self-conscious about it and stop. At least I can put a name by the number.
DENVER-Lucky guess.
AUSTIN- Bullshit, how'd you know that quick? I was going to prank you. You ruined my fun, pretty boy.
There's that damn nickname again.
Denver- I'm sorry
AUSTIN-Oh, it's okay! I was just teasing.
Okay, I feel like a made it awkward, I need to fix it.
DENVER- Pretty boy
AUSTIN-What??
Well, that didn't help. Damnit Denver. I'm such an idiot
DENVER- That's how I knew. You called me pretty boy.
AUSTIN- Oh, I guess I did. I wasn't really thinking. It's easy to call you pretty boy
Why is my heartbeat going crazy? Why is he making me feel this way? What does he mean by easy?
DENVER- What do you mean?
AUSTIN-I mean, you're very pretty, and it's easy to describe you like that.
What the hell do you say back to that? I can't do this, I can't do friends, I don't remember them making me feel like this.
DENVER- Oh, thank you. How did you get my number anyway, and why?
AUSTIN- Friends should have each other's numbers, shouldn't they?
Way to avoid the first question.
DENVER- I guess they should, I'm not good at making friends though.
AUSTIN- What do you mean? You seem good at it to me
DENVER- I've only had one my entire life, and he wasn't even a good friend. The odds are not in
my favor.
AUSTIN-Wasn't a good one? What does that mean?
DENVER- He just wasn't a good friend
AUSTIN- How so?
What's up with people wanting to talk about Matt today? I would love to never think about that dickhead ever again, so If people would stop asking, that would be great
DENVER- He just wasn't a good friend
AUSTIN- Where is he now?
DENVER- Not here
AUSTIN- No shit, pretty boy. I feel like you are avoiding my questions.
DENVER-No I'm not, It's just a touchy topic.
AUSTIN-Maybe one day you can trust me with that story
I don't even talk about that with my brothers, let along with some random stranger. But for some reason, I can't help but type out my next message.
DENVER- Maybe
AUSTIN- We should play a game so we can get to know each other better, I don't really know that much.
DENVER-Okay. Like twenty-one questions?
AUSTIN-Yeah, you can start.
DENVER-Okay....
I thought for a minute until I thought of the perfect question.
DENVER-Why yellow?
AUSTIN-Yellow?
DENVER-Yeah, why is yellow you're favorite color?
AUSTIN-Because pretty boy, yellow is a happy color. I always want to see things in yellow.
DENVER-You are yellow
Shit, I typed that without thinking. What is he thinks I'm weird now and leaves.
AUSTIN-I'm yellow? Care to explain pretty boy?
DENVER-Yeah, you're yellow like a sunflower
AUSTIN-I'm sorry, I don't follow. A sunflower??
DENVER- A sunflower always stands towards the sunlight. You know how to find light, you know how to be happy.
AUSTIN- That's my favorite thing anyone has ever said to me. You have a beautiful mind Denver. DENVER- It's the truth
AUSTIN-One day I'll teach you how to find the light and be happy.
How the hell did I find this boy? The yellow boy that promised to make me happy, truly happy. The boy that confuses the fuck out of me. Why do I want to find a way to be his sun
Edited A/N~ I'm sorry this chapter is so short, I changed pretty much the entire thing. Until next time ð