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@austin--b
Who were you again? â Just kidding. Welcome back to the world of the living.Â
Pfft, thanks Elisabeth. But seriously, I didn't miss much right? More of the same?
On the plus side, during my social life absence, I hammered out a good song or two. Not all was lost, I suppose.
Well, believe it or not, I still go to this school, so maybe it's about time I started showing my face and acting like it. 'Sup, guys?
Right This Way - - Austin & Beth
Beth noticed how she was sitting now, her knees bumping against each other, her feet apart. She hadnât been on this part of campus yet, sports were never her interest. But right now she enjoyed how quiet it actually was, so peaceful. Pushing the sunglasses up, she let them rest on the top of her head. âYeah, I donât think itâs right to live only to please  others. I mean, sure, itâs important to think about others, but sometimes itâs good to be a bit selfish.â She shrugged, looking at him. Bethany wasnât sure where all this was coming from, but she was proud of herself for giving the boy actual advise.
When the boy asked her what she had wanted to be when she was little Bethany felt a little smile creeping on her face. âThat actually never changed. I want to be a writer some day. I, um, want people to be able to escape for a moment when they need it, you know?â She looked at him, hoping he would get what she meant. Beth knew it must have sound weird to most people but she was hoping Austin would get it. âJust like I do.â She added softly, telling the full truth.
Austin noticed Beth slide the sunglasses up out of the corner of his eye and a small smile twitched at the edges of his lips. He had already forgotten he had put them on her. They were his replacement pair after he lost his favorite ones but something struck him as funny--they look good on her. Different, but good. He shook the thought away as she gave her opinion and looked at him. She was wise--more than she gave herself credit for, he was sure, and he gave her a silent reassuring smile, grateful for her advice. "I'm going to work on being just a bit selfish, then," he told her with a tiny nod of his head.
When she started speaking about what she wanted to be, Austin let himself recline so his lean body bridged the gap between two bleacher benches and he rested his elbows on the seat behind him. His legs were stretched out in front of him and he closed his eyes as he let himself relax and listen to the sound of her voice. "A writer?" he echoed after her. He smiled. "I could see that." He opened his eyes to take a peek at her and noticed she was also looking at him and closed his eyes again as a flush took over his cheeks. "Everyone needs an escape," he agreed. "Mine's music but I bet more people find their escape on pages in different worlds and times." He thought of his sister Clara and found himself hoping Beth would meet her. "What kind of writing would you want to do, Beth?" he asked, still wanting to get to know the girl more.
supitsaustin:Â #TBT to my favorite pair of sunglasses before I was a tool and dropped them into the freaking ocean
Right This Way - - Austin & Beth
Because she had avoided his gaze, the brunette was oblivious to his reaction and maybe that was a good thing. Because she would have been blushing as well, turning the whole situation into something much more awkward. âGood.â She smiled timidly, hiding her hands in the sleeves of her cardigan as if they were too shy to come out. âC-cause I um, I think youâre pretty nice, yeah.â The words didnât come out like she had wanted them to, but she figured he probably wouldnât mind.
She got relieved when he dropped the subject though. Without her even noticing her shoulders had gone tensed, the suddenly dropped as she relaxed a little bit. When he sat down, she sat next to him, but keeping some distance. Even though she wanted to spend more time with him, the idea of getting too close to him scared her a bit. When he spoke up she bit her lip slightly, looking at the team practicing on the field. She understood his simple words easily, it was how she felt about being home and being here. âYou belong where you want to be, not where someone else tells you you should be.â
Austin closed his eyes as he tried to picture what a life on the field would've been like. He'd never been ashamed of being like his father rather than his uncle and grandfather, but when he got to St. Mary's he could tell the comparisons were all being made. He'd never questioned his love for music before, but he wondered if he could split some of that passion with the sport the other men in his family felt so deeply for.
His thoughts were interrupted by Beth's wise words and he turned his head slightly to look at her. "You think so?" he asked quietly, weighing her words in his head as he distractedly drummed his fingers against the metal bleacher. He knew what she was telling him made sense, but it seemed like such a simple thing to believe in. "What did you want to be when you were younger?" he asked her suddenly, hoping he wasn't being too invasive. The conversation was more... real than anything he'd had in a while and he was intrigued to know more about this quiet girl. "Really want to be, not what your parents said you could be, that is," he clarified. He peeked over at her again but swept his gaze over the open field, not wanting to seem like he was crowding her.
Well last night was⌠fun.
What even happened?
Or were you being sarcastic? Geez, I can't even tell...
@ririjohnson: and by booze i most definitely meant juice boxes, 'cause who doesn't love a good capri sun? am i right???
@supitsaustin: can i bring yoohoo? that stuff's the shit
Guess who actually dragged his ass to the gym today? #win
Oh, no. Iâve seen it before! Donât worry. I was more of a Disney Channel girl, though. Itâs not very good anymore, of course.
Well, I like drawing. Iâm not the best, but itâs fun! Aw, thatâs nice! Did he go to school here? Iâm musically challenged, so it would probably be horrific to have someone try to teach me. Itâs a beautiful instrument, though!
Ahh okay. Phew. You had me worried there for a second. Disney Channel's solid too, my sister was a fan. Too bad both networks went down after when we were kids but at least we got to enjoy it all while it lasted, right?
Ah, so you do like drawing! That's awesome--anything in particular? Or is it more of a 'when your muse hits you' sort of thing? Yeah, both my mum and dad went to St. Mary's but, uh, my sister and I chose Georgetown actually. Ended up here anyway though so it almost doesn't matter. And aw, come on. You can't be that bad! My dad teaches elementary school kids and even swears the terrible ones have music in there somewhere. I'm sure you're not as bad as you think!
Right This Way - - Austin & Beth
Bethany slowly started to warm up to the boy, enjoying his company. Although she still felt nervous around him for some unknown reason. Beth knew he was actually trying to make it all less awkward but she could practically feel it like some kind of blanket all over them. âN-no, I guess not. Although there is this one girl Iâd rather just avoid.. she was kind of um, mean to me.â She bit her lip slightly at the thought of the redhead she had met a few days ago. âWell, if you donât mind Iâd actually like you to um, to stick around for a bit.â The phrase wasnât really something that would easily left Bethâs lips, but now the words were already out before she could even process it. Turning her gaze again, Beth pretended to be occupied by watching the sport fields they had now reached.Â
She practically wanted to shrink in when he whistled though. It was the kind of reaction she didnât want from people, she wanted people to like her for who she was not because her parents were rich and because she had lived the Gossip Girl life style. âI um- yeah.â She shrugged, closing up again. The brunette didnât like talking about it much, probably because she saw St. Maryâs as some kind of new start but the boy kept on pushing the subject. âN-no, not really.â She answered softly and short, hoping heâd get the hint sheâd rather avoid the whole subject.Â
It took Austin a second to process Bethany's words. I'd actually like you to, um, to stick around for a bit. His cheeks flushed a furious red and he pressed his lips together to contain a grin. That means she doesn't mind you around, you idiot, he chastised himself. So don't go screwing it up! With a quick movement, Austin cast Beth a shy glance before clearing his throat. Twice. "I, uh. Yeah, I don't mind at all," he half-mumbled through a suppressed smile. He noticed she wouldn't look at him but tried to not read much into it. She was the first real friend he'd made in a while, he wasn't going to go too nosy on her.
But at his questions about her home, he realized he had erred. "Well, that's cool," he offered weakly, his mind desperately trying to search for another topic of conversation. Asking about home had been his default subject with anyone he met at school... other than which school they came from, of course. Luckily, the football field came to view and Austin steered toward the bleachers. With a rather ungraceful plop, he settled down on the metal bleachers, being mindful to leave enough room for Beth. He looked out to the field with a quiet gaze and found himself speaking without thinking. "This is where I should feel at home," he murmured quietly. His stare was blankly focused on the field--the grass, the faded lines waiting to be redone. "Not on a stage somewhere. Here." A quiet sigh escaped him and his shoulders dropped as he lost himself momentarily in his own thoughts.
Who said youâre not handsome, hm? Well, lobster red is a color at least, that has to be better than being pale all the time, right?
Oh, I see. Well then wouldnât it be hard for you to be Abnegation, too? I mean, if you have a bit of a temper, wouldnât it be hard to give things to people in need when they might not need it? Or like when the factionless man grabs Trisâ arm in the very beginning before the choosing ceremony, wouldnât you lose your temper? I donât know, I think I could see you in Candor or Dauntless, maybe. Thanks, though.
Uh, who said I was? It's no big deal though. I wouldn't mind the lobster red if it didn't peel like hell in the summer. I hope you don't know the feeling. I wouldn't wish it on anyone.
Hmm. You have good points. I don't know, I just always want to do the right thing for other people. I just sometimes get ticked along the way, you know? I don't think I could always be honest, that would definitely suck. I... don't think I'm brave enough for Dauntless. But, uh. Hey. It's nice to meet you. I'm Austin. I'd love to know your name so I wouldn't have to call you Amity girl from here out.
Austin.. hey.
Mm, There is no way, I guess. Dunno.
Hey yourself there, Steph.Â
No way? Nonsense. Everyone has a pick me up. Mine's usually popcorn and my guitar. But, uh, not together of course. My sister's is a book and hot chocolate. So, what's yours? Candy? Flowers? A good ol' fashioned vent session? I'm all ears, babe.
Oh god, not the dad jokes. Even my dad doesnât make those jokes, and thatâs saying something. But yeah, itâs pretty great. Helps that sheâs my best friendâs mom, so I see her a lot. When Iâm not here, of course.
Yeah, canât say my dadâs ever mentioned them. Better than decent, huh? You at the Lewis level oâgood? You should check out Daisyâs coffee shop in town. I hear that theyâve got open mic nights on Thursdays.
My aunt and uncle on my dad's side told me and my sister stories about when my parents were younger but they definitely weren't as fun as your dad sounds.
Open mic night? Where did you say this place is again? I haven't explored downtown yet but that sounds like somewhere I'd fit in... Have you gone? Are the performers good?
Youâre going to be a horrible father.
Who were your parents? âCause Iâve heard all about Dadâs old high school friends. Oh, god, yeah, more times than I can count. I get âem from my quasi aunt. They were like, BFFs in high school so sheâs got tons of dirt on him. Guitars, huh? So youâre a musician, then. You any good?
Just wait. I'm going to have the worst dad jokes too. It's going to be grand.
AJ Bowen and Ceci Suit. They were kinda quiet, from their stories anyway, so I'd be surprised if anyone really knew em. And damn. That sounds awesome, having a quasi-aunt to dish the good stories.Â
I don't like to talk myself up too much, but I'd say I'm better than decent. I used to play talent shows and coffee shops back home during the summer so I'm kind of hoping there's something like that here. It's more fun to play for people than for the lifeless walls of the music rooms...
Youâd seriously submit your kids to the torture of living a legacy? I mean, legacies suck, âcause thereâs always at least one teacher who remembers your mom and/or dad and immediately think youâre just like them. Though Iâm apparently just like how my dad was back in high school, so thatâs not exactly a valid point.
Yep, itâs rough. RJ, all the way through. Oh, gross, youâve got the weight of the Bowen men on your shoulders, aye?
Come on. I'm naming a son Schmidt. I could do anything.
And oh man. You're just like your dad, eh? I wonder if my parents knew him. Schools always need a token troublemaker, I think. Has he given you any great, "Back in my day" stories? Meanwhile, I take after my dad and not my grandpa or uncle. More guitars than girlfriends. It's the Bowen Way, 2.0.
Iâd never send my kids here, are you kidding? Itâs not that bad now, but it was better when my parents were here, apparently, so itâs clearly just going downhill.
Oh, thatâs so cheesy though. Make sure they donât all start with the same letter, at least. My parents did that to me and my brothers, and I hate it.
Really? I'm still on the fence about it. If Upper East Side doesn't work out, they could continue the Bowen legacy here, hah.
And oof. You guys all have the same letter? That's a fun one. Initials must be rough. They didn't do that with me and my sister Clara, but my grandfather was Aaron, my dad Anthony and then I'm Austin. So it's kinda there... Oh, parents. They should go to classes before having kids.
Oh, no, Iâm sure Iâll have a kid whoâs just as much of a trouble maker as I am. Itâs inevitable.
Hey, come on, youâre not that bad. I do hope your future wife is smart enough not to allow you to pick your kids names. I feel like youâd pick something equally as stupid, likeâŚApple or something ridiculous like the celebrities.
Oh boy. If SMA and Georgetown can handle you now, I don't know if there'd be enough left in em to handle your offspring.
And hey! Give me some credit. If I picked, their names would all be musical terms. Like Aria or something... Well, other than Schmidt, of course.
