The Wedding Crasher

As I was walking back down to the hotel I was staying at, I heard door slam shut, and feet running. Not knowing that someone was running after me, I keep on with my steady pace. " Hey! You!" I turned around a came face to chest, with Austin. " Yes? Can I help you?" My southern accent showing. " Why did you do that? I mean, yanno help me?" He asked. I smirked. " Wouldn't wantcha to marry a whore," I said turning around trying to give him the message I didn't want to talk. Soon I felt him walking beside me, not getting the message. " But, you don't even know me?" Shit, I need to think of a lie. " I know her, she's a whore. You deserver better." I stated simply. " Oh, well let me bring you to dinner, to repay you. I owe you." He said, smiling. " I'd have to think about it. But, thanks for walking me. ALL the way back to my hotel." "Oh, well. Could I maybe get your number?" He asked nervously. I wrote my number on his arm. Then Kissed his cheek leaving red lip stick stain, on it. And winked then walked in the hotel.

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( Austin POV.)

Damn, did she just? I looked at my cheek in my phone mirror, and seen it. I Just met this girl. But, She has got my stomach tied in knots. I smiled to myself, and headed back to my car, at the church. This was going to be a long day. I sighed.

Notes

How do you guys like Austin's pov? Eh, I need to know what to write. HELP. This is super short. I Don't know.