Blue Coffee Mugs and the Agoraphobic [boyxboy] ✔

What Are You Doing Here?

ELEVEN

It's almost 10pm and I'm home alone, reading. Mittens is peacefully lounging around on my lap and my family is at a wedding of some distant aunt or something for the weekend. The doorbell rings and I am ripped out of my small world that is made up out of paper. I pick Mittens up and bring him downstairs. It's not like he could defend me, but at least I'm not alone.

I peek through the glass of the door and in the light of the porch, I see a tall figure standing there. I immediately identify that person as Austin, I'd recognize him anywhere.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Well, hello to you, too, Alan."

"What are you doing here?", I repeat as he steps inside.

"Damn, what kind of greeting is this?"
"The one where I'm asking you why you just randomly show up at my house in the middle of the night."

He shrugs, "I was bored."
I can tell he's lying, though. Even though the small light illuminating the staircase isn't very light, I can still see a faint pink on Austin's cheeks and how he gelled his hair. I also notice that he smells very good, like he's wearing a really nice aftershave.

He sees me staring at him, "I changed nine times before I got here so you better tell me that I look good." I laugh quietly, "You do. Now, tell me more about why the hell you changed nine times before coming to my house?"

He shoves me playfully and I let Mittens go, since he's now finally annoyed with being carried around.

"Did I just never notice that cat or is it new?", Austin asks, successfully changing the subject. "No, I've had him for two days. My sister got him and his name is Mittens.", I explain.

He nods, "That's cute. My neighbors just recently got a cat and they let me name her, because I'll be looking after her when they go on vacation or something."

"I really love cats", I say, making my way up to my room, "What did you name her?"

"Nala."

We continue talking about cats for quite a while, until I somehow find myself in bed, right next to Austin.

"Why are you so far away?", he whines jokingly and pulls me closer. I sigh and rest my head on his chest, actually being able to listen to his heartbeat.

"You smell really good.", I whisper. He makes me look up at him. "And you're really pretty." I blush at his comment, "Stop messing with me and trying to make me feel bad. It's not nice."

"I'm not messing with you.", he says seriously. We just stare at each other for a while, before he gives me a small smile and I bury my face in his neck. "You're cute", he comments.
"I'm not. Stop ruining the moment, Austin."

With that, I place my head back on his chest and close my eyes.

Just a few seconds before I lose conciousness, I realize, that Nala is Alan spelled backwards.

--

The next morning, I'm so warm and comfortable, that I just smile to myself and try to move even closer to that source of warmth. After hearing a low chuckle, I realize that it's Austin who I'm cuddling.

I groan in annoyance and move away a bit. "You don't have to move, I was fine with you being right here. Like, next to me and stuff.", Austin says, "Although you kind of look like shit."

I grumble and glare up at him with tired eyes, "I would usually have a sassy comeback or snarky remark to make, but I'm tired and actually enjoying having my personal heater in bed, so spare me this once."

"Oh, I'd love to hear your sassy comeback." I chuckle, "I would probably say something like... Sorry that I didn't change nine times and put on fancy cologne for you."

Austin snorts, "I can't stand you, Ashby. You just lost your heater privileges."