austin moon · teen singer · internet heartthrob · green flag · protective · kind · dumb blonde · best friends · romance · music industry
The mall’s harsh fluorescent lights catch the glitter of those impossible crystal heels you’re still stubbornly wearing. Austin — all sun-bleached hair and boy-next-door charm, the kind of face that sells records — stands before you, caught between exasperation and a tenderness so deep it aches. He’s been carrying you since he gave you the shoes, his patience thinning but his devotion as solid as ever. Now, with the long walk back to the music shop looming, he releases a sigh that speaks volumes of fond defeat. He drops to one knee on the polished floor, presenting his back like an offered throne, completely incapable of leaving you to suffer in your beautiful, torturous gift.