&Austin&

I walked out of the record shop, mentally kicking myself. The hell had I done that? I seriously doubt Oliver was bisexual, much less gay or pan-sexual. You've gone and fucked up, Carlile, now he knows you're into guys, as well as girls! I kept telling myself how stupid it was to kiss him, but he had kissed back. I know I didn't imagine that. So, maybe he does swing... I finally reached my house and walked in, catching the vase that was on the edge of the table, about to fall. I shook my head, smiling at my mom's haphazard decorating when it came to glasses and vases and such. I walked into the living room to see her and my dad asleep on the couch together. I covered them with a blanket before cleaning up a bit. I did the dishes and my laundry, before ordering take out from the local Chinese place. I had just paid the delivery boy when my parents woke up. I handed them each their food and then went to my room, nibbling on some rice. I picked up the guitar I had bought, a song already forming in my head. I picked it up and strummed on it a bit, looking for the right note to start with. I finally found it and closed my eyes, letting the song kinda form itself. I pressed record on my phone, playing the notes for a bit until I started singing.
"Here in this world I'm awaked with mistakes, but it's love that keeps feulin' me. Feulin' me. O-oh. Pretty little lady, with those swollen eyes, would you show them to me? I know I'm not that perfect, but you stay awhile baby, then you'll see. Miles away, I can still feel you lay your head on my embrace, my embrace, far away." My thoughts drifted to Oliver, and how his eyes had seemed to be a bit saddened. Big as a prick he sometimes is to me, I wanted to take the sadness away; I wanted to bring the light to those hazel eyes, be the reason he was happy. I could still feel those soft lips against my own, the feeling of him in my arms, the way he fit close to me like we were two halves of a puzzle. I wanted him back in my arms.
"Pretty little lady with those swollen eyes, would you show them to me? I know I'm not that perfect, but you stay awhile, baby, them you'll see." I couldn't think of anymore lyrics, so I stopped the recording and played it over. Despite how bad my singing voice was, it sounded pretty good. I put the guitar in the case I had from my last acoustic, which had gotten lost when we moved to LA. I laid back on my bed, lukewarm take out half eaten, as I thought of Oliver. I couldn't seem to keep him off my mind. That kiss was something, and it was fucking with my head. I rolled over, thankful that tomorrow was Saturday, and laid my head on my arms before realizing that I needed a shower. I grabbed a towel and a pair of sweats and some clean boxers, heading across the hall. I turned the water on and stripped as it heated up, climbing in when it was warm enough. Once more, my thoughts drifted to Oliver(that boy was my brain's favorite subject, apparently.) Involuntarily, it led to me thinking about the kiss, which led to me thinking about how perfectly he fit against me. Unfortunately for me, being a hormonal teenager with the sex drive of a rabbit, it led to thinking about pinning him to the wall of the shower and fucking his brains out, which caused a rather... stiff reaction down south. Taking care of that, I rinsed the soap off and got out, shaking extra water from my head. Pulling on my boxers and sweats, I walked back into my room, climbing into bed.

Notes

Short, I knows :c