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@austin--brennan
Austin screamed loudly. He hated thunderstorms. "NO!" He didn't know what to do. This wasn't fair. And now the lights were out? Darkness scared him, far more than he intended. As he continued to scream, he hoped he would be able to find someone. Crawling on the ground, he felt around for whoever was there. "Is anyone there? I hate the dark! Help me!"
"There’s a full bar downstairs," she reminded him. It was probably half empty by then, but there was still more than enough to get everyone drunk for a couple weeks more. "Get me drunk, and maybe you’ll get me to consider join you and Fred in the fun."
Austin took a deep breath and looked at her. He wasn't sure if that was a good idea, but she was pretty and he really didn't want to disappoint her. "Okay, I know a few drinks." Was getting her drunk really the best idea? He didn't really like who he was around drunk girls. Everything always got really awkward and he tried even harder to make them think he was a good person. Besides, he always had to drink too. And his confidence shot through the roof, not in the good way though. "How drunk do I have to get you?"
It was unusual for guys to be so careful and respectful around Sadie, she was used to brash and dominating behaviour that was almost as if she was an object. So, because Austin was so polite and clearly nervous it was oddly cute to her, it meant a lot. It made her feel far more special than when someone was confident and cocky. His proposal to hold her hand if they went together made her let out a school girlish giggle and her cheeks flushed a pale pink, she nodded. I think that sounds like a plan, as long as we don’t let go of each other we can go check some things out.
Not long after they had let go of shaking hands, Sadie noticed him fluster and shove his hand into his pocket, she carefully preyed her hand back into his palm and linked their fingers. You don’t need to be nervous, I promise. It’s kinda cute that you are, though. It means you care a lot, and that’s never a bad thing. Hopefully I can help you relax. Are you really positive checking this stuff out is a good idea? she asked curiously, as she slowly began to walk. Don’t be silly, you’re doing great so far at this introduction. I can tell we’re going to get along just fine.
Austin was pretty sure he had turned bright red by now. He couldn't believe that he was standing here talking to a very pretty girl and not completely ruining everything. This didn't usually happen. He didn't know what had changed, but maybe she was helping. She had to be. She wasn't teasing him about it or making him feel awkward in any way. Don't worry. I won't let go of your hand. If anything, I'll probably squeeze it harder if bad things happen.
Lifting his head up, he couldn't help but smile at her. She didn't think he was a complete screw up. What had he done? He needed to take notes for any other future discussions with girls. There was always room to mess things up. He was pretty sure that he'd do it at some point. But hopefully it wouldn't be too soon. Thank you. That means a lot, that you think it's cute, that is. I don't usually... I'm not very good at making sure I don't make a fool of myself. But yes... you are helping. He nodded with a smile. We have to be brave. You never know what can happen and I want to be sure you're not afraid. Austin held out his hand, ready to take hers. I'd like that, getting along with you. I'd like it a lot.
She took a drink, actually glad someone was willing to play her game, it wasn’t often Marley was in the mood to drink, but she figured it would get the party going so, “You clearly are missing out on life if you haven’t dance on a table.” she smarted and grinned, “Never have I ever regretted sleeping with someone, yet..”
Austin raised his eyebrows, "Are you sure about that? It looks dangerous. What if I fall?" But when she stated something she had never done, he immediately regretted regretting it. He took another drink and sighed, "I still regret that one to this day. I should never drink gin." Pursing his lips, Austin tried to think of something else, something that he really had done. "Never have I ever failed a school test."
Wesley couldn’t help but laugh. He didn’t like to show very many people how he ate french fries. It was rather embarrassing and he only did it when he thought he was alone. “We’ll see about that. I’m not entirely sure we’d even get along if we weren’t.” Flashing him a smile, he couldn’t help but wonder what he was thinking about. It felt weird to stand there and talk to him like this. They were on a reality show together and he was watching him smile, hoping that he would find someone. Wesley barely knew him. Where did that come from? He knew that they were friends but he wanted more for him. There was always a part of him that believed everyone deserved happiness, that everyone deserved to feel like a million bucks. Tilting his head to the side, he couldn’t help but blush. Why was Austin saying things like that? “Oh, thank you. Are you sure about that? It happens all the time anyway. I’m used to it by now.” Wesley shook his head, trying not to think about it. Food, they were talking about food. “Grilled onions. Is that okay? I occasionally like to batter them in beer, if you’d like to try that. It’s pretty good.”
Austin was glad that he and Wesley got along. He needed someone that he could talk to if things got rough. It would probably take longer for Austin to trust him completely to tell him everything, but it would be okay and he knew it. Wesley was right. They were both weird and that was probably one of the reasons that they got along. "Promise me you'll stay weird, yeah?" He couldn't help but laugh, finding himself quite funny. That was rare that it happened. Most of the time Austin didn't feel like he was good enough for anyone. But for Wesley, looking at him made Austin feel good. He was his friend and Austin appreciated it, he knew that he needed him. But to know that he made Wesley blush made him feel like a million bucks. Perhaps he really wasn't so bad at making people blush. "I'm really sure about it. I wouldn't say it if it weren't true." Austin seriously hoped that he hadn't made anything awkward. He hated when that happened. His face perked up, nodding with a grand smile. "I love grilled onions, especially on a grilled cheese. Thank you. You're really good at this food stuff, aren't you?" Widening his eyes, he leaned closer to him, "Are you kidding? You can batter a grilled cheese in beer? That sounds like the most heavenly thing in the world."
She wasn’t too sure if he was serious about this golf ball being called Fred, but she’d play along no matter what “Do you often name inanimate objects and send them on missions, or is that a recent development from being cooped up in the Cabins?” she grinned at him, waiting for his reply “Who have you met here so far?”
Austin couldn't help but laugh. He had a feeling she was making fun of him but for once, he didn't feel like he was being attacked. "I name inanimate objects, but that's something I've done all my life. They'll listen. Others didn't." He moved around the table to find Fred stuck between one of the chairs. Pulling out the chair, he was careful not to move Fred. "I've met Wesley. He's really great. And Sadie, I like her. She's pretty. And Marley as well, she's got so much spunk. There's another kid too, Ethan, I think?"
She was taken by surprise by his brief repetition but only because it was uniquely adorable and she smiled up to him. I’m glad you could, too, feel free to do it anytime you want.
I did catch a glimse, but I figured it was a store room for cameras or something…I’m a little bit of a scaredy pants myself so maybe we should try and stay away from the shack unless you think it’s a good idea to brave it together. Sadie noticed his hand reach out and with little smile but wide green eyes she reached the rest of the way and gently shook it. Hey, Austin, I’m Sadie. Are you a little nervous?
Okay, I'll try. I don't know that it'll happen all the time, but... I'll try. He stated, nodding, unsure of what else to say. She was so pretty, but he was so nervous and was afraid that he'd mess everything up so quickly.
I don't want to go there alone. But I'll go with you to check it out, if you'll hold my hand so I can squeeze it if I get scared. Was that okay? He didn't want to make her think that he was being too forward or anything. Nodding, Austin shook her hand, just watching their hands, watching how they fit together, feeling how soft her hand was in his. He didn't want to let go, but that was weird. So he did and shoved his hand into his pocket. Sadie. Sadie, I like it. It's gorgeous. His voice went soft and he was sure he blushed. I'm really nervous. Introductions are... I don't know, they're weird. I'm not good at them.
"Then you definitely need to get on something like… soon," Reagan scoffed, staring at him and how focused he was on his ball. "That, or you’re actually 7 years old."
Austin tilted his head up to look at her, "Do you have anything? I'm not going to object to it." Focusing back on his ball, he shrugged. Sometimes he could be but that wasn't something that he really liked to admit to anyone. "I can be, sometimes. But there's nothing wrong with a little fun."
”Never have I ever been naked in public.”
Austin sighed and poured himself a glass of whatever she was drinking. "Never have I ever danced on a table."
Wesley looked over at Austin, pouting slightly. He was adorable. The two of them would be great friends, that was clear. While he was on his way back, he’d thought of the same thing. Would any of those people come back? He hadn’t been too forward with cooking things for people, had he? “You’re not weird. Besides, isn’t everyone a little bit weird? I know I am. Hell, I can’t eat just one fry at a time. I’ve got to shove them in my face.” Talking about his home life was difficult, because he didn’t want anyone to feel bad for him. That was never on his list. People were always supposed to be happy. Nodding, he walked over to the fridge and opened it, ignoring the question. He couldn’t talk about it. When he’d went home, he didn’t even unpack all of his things. Wesley was that ready to get back. His mom was even worse and all his dad had done was write him a measly little note that said ‘Merry Christmas’. There was no present, nothing. The note was even written on just notebook paper. Shrugging his shoulders, he took out some cheese and butter. It was brought over to the counter and he grabbed bread. “Thanks, Austin. You’re good enough, I promise. If you need help, I’m here. I don’t always think I’m good enough. Girls don’t really stick around with me. They tend to always fall in love with my best friend. You know how it is.” Wesley stated as he took out two pieces of bread and opened the butter. “Want a grilled cheese?”
Austin couldn't help but smile at Wesley. The boy really did know how to make him smile. He really did miss him a lot. Having him back to help him out with anyone he thought he might like here. Laughing, he let his head fall, "That is something I've got to see, Wes. But you're right, everyone is a little bit weird. We probably wouldn't be here if we weren't weird." It was hard for him to believe that he was an alright human being. He'd spent his whole childhood being told he wasn't good enough, being yelled at and being teased for every little thing about himself. Austin looked at Wesley and saw someone confident, funny and friendly, someone that he wanted to be. How did the guy do it? Could he ask him? He wasn't going to talk about it now. They were having a good time together. The minute Wesley admitted that girls didn't stick around, that he didn't think he was good enough, Austin wanted to just wrap his arms around him and hug him. Wesley was more than good enough. Had no one ever told him that? "I'm sorry. I want you to think you're good enough. We're gonna find someone who wants you for you, not for your best friend." Wesley deserved someone who could make him happy. Austin wanted that for him. He nodded with a bright smile, "I'd love a grilled cheese. Do you put anything special in yours?"
"Alright, alright, keep your cool" she lifted her foot, allowing the ball to pass unscathed. She watched the ball as it passed then returned her gaze to the man from which it came "Having fun there?"
Austin looked up to face the blonde with a bright smile. "Actually, yes. I'm trying to find the best courses for Fred to go, trying to see how many things I can bounce him off of."
"Uhh.. sorry to say but it doesn’t look like he’s going to complete that mission."
"Really?" He groaned and slapped his hand on his forehead. "Do you think maybe I could bounce it off the counter, the door and let it slide into the hole?" Austin asked, pointing out his direction to her with a smile.
"Are you kidding me?" Shane asked before he watched the ball named Fred go through his legs. He spun around to see where it was going. "Nice shot, man."
Austin looked up at the taller man, blinking. "No? Everyone was out somewhere and I needed something to do. I found this golf club, so..." As the ball went through the other's legs and Austin grinned brightly. "Thanks! I wonder if I could bounce him off the door. What do you think?"
"Tables… Alright," she frowned and considered just walking by whatever he was doing but before walking through the door she thought twice about it. "Are you drunk, high, on something?"
"He's got to go somewhere. If I shoot him under the couch, he could get lost and I'd never see him again. Fred and I have had some good times," he stated. Austin chuckled, really being silly, even though he was having a whole lot of fun putting a ball around the cabin. "No? I mean, I did have four donuts earlier, but I'm not drunk or high. I had a drink last night and the last time I was high was last year."
”I don’t know what is more disturbing, the fact you are serious about this, or that I have been standing here watching Fred bust this mission for the last thirty minutes..”
Austin couldn't help but chuckle. "I'm actually really quite pleased that you stayed this long to watch him." He stood up on his tip toes, "Oh! Oh! Look at him go! Yes! Through the dining table!" Jumping up and down, Austin clapped excitedly. "I wonder if I can manage to swerve through all the chair legs."
She looked up at him and laughed some, feeling her cheeks flush. Really, it’s okay. You don’t have to make anything up to me. You’re fine. I sure something a lot worse is gonna scare me while we’re here. It’s nice to meet you.
Austin smiled brightly, looking down at his feet, a little shocked that she was actually blushing at something he said. Perhaps he wasn't always bad at it. "If you say so. Well, if you're ever scared, I'll come save you. If someone's ever eating your face off, I'll kick them in the face." He chuckled awkwardly. That was not the right thing to say. Why would you tell someone about getting their face eaten off? You're ruining everything, Austin.
"Don’t worry, we’ll be fine." He insisted. Austin’s behavior was starting to make him worry. "We’ll be able to still see the house in plain view, okay?" Ethan said, now trying to calm himself. Seeing other people in extreme emotional states sometimes set him off. He started to breathe heavily. "We’ll be fine," he repeated.
"Okay, okay." Austin swallowed and nodded. He wasn't entirely sure about this hike. What if someone really did come and chop them up into little tiny pieces? "Let's just go, so I can stop changing my mind." Walking toward the forest, he straightened himself up, promising himself that he would be alright, that he wouldn't scream like a five year old. As he stepped into the forest, he looked up at all the trees. "It's kind of pretty in here. Tall trees. Huh."
