-Kat's P.O.V-

We tackled the 15 hour drive Costa Mesa C.A, in two days. Remmy and I switched drivers every few hours so neither of us would go delusional from lack of sleep, and managed to get a good deal on a motel to spend the night in.

Right now, I yawned, patting my fingers against the wheel as she ran into the grocery store to pick up a few of things for her apartment.

I was worried about the small apartment I called my own too. We'd only been gone a couple of days but I was still paranoid about Bottle Cap. Like the person feeding him had somehow left the door unlocked and everything I owned would be gone or rotting or just.. something really bad.

I waited in the car for what felt like a decade, groaning in the muggy heat. I should've gone in. I thought, closing my eyes, and resting my head on the headrest.

There was a small tap on the window and I opened one eye to see who it was. Sure enough, it was Rem. Finally.

Unlocking the doors for her, she went to the back and opened the trunk. I pulled myself out of the car to help her put things away.

We worked silently, both too tired to do anything. I just wanted to get home and make a cup of tea, curl up and watch movies with my cat.

I walked the empty cart over to a cart rack as she tried slamming the trunk. It was too full, so she punched the groceries down and slammed it again, this time successfully. I got in the passenger seat so she could just drop me off on her way home.

"You talkin' to lover boy yet?" She asked, twisting the key in the ignition.

"Nope," I said smirking. "He's probably screwing some other chick as we speak. I'm just in it for the look on his face when I get closer than ten yards."

She snorted, "That's the funniest thing I've heard all day."

"It's true!" I laughed, wiping a fake tear from my eye. "I crack myself up sometimes."

She glanced over at me with a lopsided grin. "You're a hambag."

We both giggled as she pulled out of the large parking lot.

-Austin's P.O.V-

Ariel. I was so worried about her it made me feel sick to my stomach. What if something happened to her? I could never forgive myself. She didn't even have a cellphone so I couldn't call her, all I could do was sit here and work myself up.

"What's up your ass?" Alan said, plopping down beside me on the couch, picking up the remote and flipping lazily through the channels.

"Nothing." I muttered, putting both arms behind my head and watching the channels go up the screen slowly.

"Well, I know it's something, so don't lie to me.." He paused and glanced at the remote like he lost which button he was pressing. "You hambag." He smiled absently, then turned off the T.V completely and looked at me.

"Remmy says that sometimes, I think it's really cute but I don't exactly know what a hambag is." He scratched his head. "Do you?"

"Um no... Why don't you just ask her what it is?"

"I- Well that's- I don't know. What if she doesn't want to tell me?"

I rolled my eyes at him. "Big deal. It's just a word."

"You're right." Alan groaned. "And there's still something up your ass, what is it?"

I shrugged.

"Have you finally realized your feelings for me are out of control and you don't know how to confess your undying love?" He asked melodramatically, clutching his heart and falling to the floor.

"You must enjoy antagonizing me." I huffed, standing and making my way to the mini fridge to grab a bottle of unopened water.

He followed me laughing. "It's my job. Where else would I get off?" He thrusted into the air with his hips and grabbed a water for himself still grinning.

"You're a nut." I stated shutting the fridge with a 'thump,' and heading towards the bunks.

"But I'm your nut, baby." He called after me, with one last thrust before sailing onto the couch and clicking the T.V back on.

I rolled my eyes again and pulled the curtain open so I could crawl in. I cracked the seal on the water bottle and took a long, soothing sip. Wiping my upper lip and screwing the lid back on.

I laid on my back, staring at the ceiling with my arms planted firmly behind my head again. Sleep came quickly and I let my eyes rest, closing them for the first time in almost two days.

-

We pulled into a large super market outside of Hollywood. As the band went through the front doors, we were met by an abundance of weird looks as people took in our tattoos and ripped jeans.

We went our separate ways, shopping for the things we needed at our places.

I wasn't really in the mood to go out in public, but I was craving watermelon so I came in to get some. In the process I figured I might as well pick up a few other things, like milk and Cheetos.

As I flitted through the copious amount of salty snacks, a teenage boy, maybe 14-15 came up to me in awe.

"You're A-Austin Carlile." He said excitedly, rifling through his jeans for a pen. "Will you sign my shirt?"

I beamed down at him. "Of course. Where's your phone? We're going to take a picture too because signatures fade."

He handed me a sharpie, and I knelt to the ground to sign the hem of his shirt. The boys smile looked like it was about to crack his face in half.

While I finished the E and dotted my I, a flash went off as he captured the moment. I turned and faced the phone with a lopsided grin for the second picture.

"T-Thank you so much." He stuttered, eyes wide as he took his pen back. He slowly walked back to his cart, glancing over his shoulder at me.

"No worries." I smiled back.

I watched him leave, and hitched the items I was carrying up my side a little.

I chose pretzels to go along with my cheetos and went to stand in one of the ridiculously long lines. A familiar dress caught my eye.

It was one I saw at warped, I was sure. The girl turned to pay the clerk, and it clicked as I squinted at her.

Thats Kat's friend Remmy. I thought, fighting the urge to go and ask if Kat was around.

She wheeled her cart for the exit, and before I could do anything she was gone. I checked my pocket to make sure the little slip of paper Kat had given me was still there. I sighed in relief when it was.

The line inched along. And the sounds of beeping and plastic bags filled my ears.

"Next!" Someone called, attempting to move everyone a little faster.

I slid my stuff onto the conveyor belt and searched my pants for my wallet.

"Hi, how are you?" The lady ringing my watermelon through asked. Her name tag read 'Ashely.'

"I'm good thanks. How about you?"

She smiled politely. "Good too thanks."

I handed her my credit card and she punched four numbers into the handheld machine, giving it to me to complete the transaction.

"Would you like a recipe?"

I waved her off, picking up my bags and walking towards the exit, and out to the bus.

"Took you bloody long enough." Tino laughed.

"There was a long line." I grumbled throwing my stuff on the couch and sitting down.

"We checked out together, and the woman recognized us. Discount and everything." Alan snickered. "Even let us go through her till first."

I rolled my eyes. "Some of us don't get pussy perks."

Phil burst out laughing. "Pussy perks?" He asked between labored breaths, wiping a tear from his eye.

"Yup." I stated smirking.

-Kat's P.O.V-

Remmy pulled up outside of my 4 story apartment complex.

"Do you need help with your bags or something?" She inquired, lazily pointing to the back with her thumb.

I undid my seat belt and slid out. The trunk was unlocked.

"No, that's okay there's only two bags." I told her grabbing my suitcase and shouldering my purse. Which I called a bag, but everybody else thought it was a purse, so whatever.

"Okay." She said reaching for a dial on the dash. "Say hi to Bottle Cap for me."

"I will." I smiled and closed the door.

I took the elevator to the 4th floor and went to number 403. My home.

The door clicked and I opened it slowly, letting the familiar scent wash over me.

I dropped all my bags on the kitchen floor when I heard the scuttle of tiny paws on the hardwood coming towards me.

"Bottle Cap!" He pressed himself against my legs and I picked him up. He purred into my chest before I set him back down.

The air always smelled faintly of vanilla candles, incense, and wood from the newly installed floors. I loved it, it made me feel calm.

I walked over to the windows facing the city and yanked open the curtains letting even more of the setting sun into the already bright room. The living room was right beside the windows, and little splinters of light found there way in, shattering the carpeted area that housed the TV and couch.

I checked the food in the fridge to make sure it was all still edible, and rummaged through my cupboards searching for something easy to make.

Settling on microwave popcorn, I threw a bag in and set the time for 2 and a half minutes. This shouldn't be rocket science, but it always burned when I made it.

The timer ticked down as I scooped my bags from the ground and carried them down the hall to the back bedroom. I flopped down on the bed. Shutting my eyes. Instantly I started to unwind from the last couple of chaos days.

My mind wandered to Austin even though I willed it not to. I thought of his smile mostly. How it was so bright and genuinely happy. How it lit up his eyes making him look like a kid in a candy store.

Beeeeep. Beeeeep. I shook out of my daze and leaped off the bed, soaring over top of all the shit now laying in a heap at the foot. I was so hungry I could hear my tummy eating itself. Which I'm assuming was not very good.

The smell of burnt, buttery, popped, corn filled my senses, making my mouth quiver slightly. I poured it into a bowl and sashayed over to the living room with a blanket in one hand, and a cat in the other.

The movie collection I had was pretty vast. It had everything from older movies, action, western, drama, comedy, and of course romance. But I was more in the mood for something a little older. Maybe something like.. 'Rain Man.' I popped the disc out of the protective plastic case and inserted it into the machine. It buzzed and whirred before displaying the first of many production companies on the screen.

Bottle Cap snuggled in. I pat his head a few times and I grabbed a handful of popcorn, throwing it into my mouth. My phone went off from the arm of the couch.

How'd it get here. I wondered reaching for it with my free hand. I must've left it here when I opened the curtains.

Hey... It's that guy from warped that almost fucked you, but didn't cause he's a lame ass. I read smiling.

I saved his contact, excited that he texted me after all. That's now your contact name in my phone cx.

The starting music for the movie began when it buzzed again.

Well then. I guess your name in my phone is a little dry isn't it. It's just 'Kat.'

You're a loser. I replied laughing.

Thank you so much. :') Anyways I wanted to know what you were doing tonight?

I am actually on my couch with movies and my cat. So yeah I guess you could say I'm pretty busy.

The beginning credits flashed on the screen as Tom Cruise stood waiting for his car to be lowered to the ground.

When it vibrated again I read the words slowly. Whats your address? I'm coming over.

Was he serious, or just kidding? Whut? ;-;

I'm coming to join you.

Well I'm not going to give you my address. That's fuckered.

He replied instantly, like he was already hovering over his phone. I'll stop at McDonalds on the way over.

2855 Pinecreek Dr, #403

I'm going to get everything on the menu. :D

You wouldn't.

I sent another one. You can't!

I waited a few minutes. No reply. I couldn't eat that much food in a million years. I'd probably get diabetes and not even make it ten years, but still.

Austin!! You little shit, answer me!

He didn't answer. I set my phone on the table and laid back into the couch. Well okay then. I had a feeling tonight would be a very unusual night.

Notes

Rain Man is seriously the shit, so you should definitely watch it!

Also The Address isn't mine . It's legit an Apartment building in Costa Mesa CA. c: (Had to change the location from Edendale.)

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