Yours Truly, Austin Post - Post Malone

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It's late when she hears the key in the door and then sees a tired Austin walk in.

"Hey, you still awake."

"Mhmmm."

"You ok?"

"Mhmmm."

"You sure?"

"Mhmmm."

Austin sits down on the couch next to her and gives her a pointed look. "It's silly," she says waving her hand. Austin does not say anything but continues to look at her. "It's silly. Just leave it," she says waiving him off again. Austin still says nothing as he continues to look at her, he raises his eyebrows and then stands.

"Ok then, if it's nothing then I am just going to go to bed...want me to close that curtain before I go?"

"I didn't even know it was open."

"Really?" he asks walking to the window, Ava can hear the crowd go wild outside when they see him in the window. "Oh, look, those bootless girls are still here. Ava! I can read their cellphone numbers from here, you got a pen?"

"I am insecure. Ok! There I said it. I am a little insecure," Ava says standing and throwing her arms up in defeat. Austin chuckles and then draws the curtains.

"I thought so."

"It's not funny, Austin."

"It is a little bit funny."

Ava sighs and then slumps back into the couch. "I have been in the fandom. I have heard people talk. Beautiful models line up for you - you could have your pick, no strings attached, just good old fun. Just rows and rows of women. Why wouldn't you? They would treat you like a king - they would worship you. It just makes me feel a little insecure - I can't compete with girls like that."

Austin chuckles and sits down next to her again. "When I was younger, before moving to LA. I told all my friends that I was going to fuck a string of LA bitches. Line them up and snort cocaine off their stomachs and breasts. I had every intention of running around like a loose fucking cannon and even told Tom, that flatmate friend, to get them bitches ready. I wanted them on their backs and ready to go when I arrived. But, then I met Gracie. I fell in love and never fucked an LA bitch, not one...never saw another woman - they were just blank faces. Gracie was the only girl for me. You saw that. After Gracie...still no LA bitches...but there was you. I am just not built that way - even when I wanted to be, I just am not. This Post Malone image is just that - smoke and mirrors, it's all an act, a sales pitch. While the world thought I was spending my Saturday afternoons popping pills and licking champagne off models I was doing nothing of the sort, instead, my Saturday afternoons were spent picking fruit and making pies with my wife...then Saturday afternoons were spent sorting out my son's puzzle cupboard and now my Saturday afternoons are spent lying in the sun with someone I have developed very strong feelings for...it's just the way I am built."

"I am sorry...I know you are like that. I am silly and I should not feel like this."

"It's not silly...Gracie would feel like this too sometimes."

"She did?"

"Yeah...do you want to know how she dealt with it? It might help."

"Yeah."

"She would buy them big oversized coats then write a little note - You look cold, put this coat on. Love Posty. They would get so excited and wraps themselves up in the coats I had so thoughtfully given them - problem solved."

"I like that. I think I should do that," Ava laughs. "Do it," Austin says smiling. "It's not silly, Ava, it's ok to feel a little insecure at times...I feel like that too sometimes. You are a beauty, Ava, inside and out - I see how guys look at you. I think it's normal but, please tell me when you do so I can ease your worries. Ok?" he says. "Ok," Ava says then giggles as Austin leans in and kisses her. She is not feeling so insecure anymore. Austin pulls back and then glares at her.

"What?"

"You taste like peach pie."

"Oh, I was self-soothing with peach pie - it was nowhere near as good as Grayson's."

Austin hums, leaning in and kissing her again then he pulls back and grins at her, wriggling his eyes brows. Ava groans.

"Oh, please don't say it."

"I am going to say it, Ava."

"Please don't."

"It must be said."

"Fine. But, just say it quickly."

Austin grins and leans in closer, "it tastes pretty dam good to me," he says then kisses her again. "Idiot," Ava mumbles into the kiss.