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The Story of How I Meet Austin by Ilsa Clementine Yang
I had fallen into a series of unhappy events but thought I had finally found luck and love when I met Austin. That was four years ago in Paris at La Belle Aurore. The Germans marched into Paris with cannons loud enough to deafen my heart beat. Austin and I had plans to take a train and find refuge in Casablanca that very day. My past had other plans, though.
I believed I loved Austin more than I could ever love someone else, but times were hard and fights had to be fought. I knew I had to leave Austin before we got on that train, so I left a note for his friend to find and found my way out of Paris. Although it was over between us now, I knew we would always share that moment in La Belle Aurore.
A year later I was in Vietnam fighting with the rebels, trying to find peace for the people. I was moving in on a small group of American soldiers when I heard a familiar voice. There stood a handsome man clad in camouflage with a peace sign pinned to his lapel and a worn helmet bearing the words: “Born to kill”. There was something sad with the way the man talked, but I knew it was Austin. He seemed like he had been in “the shit” for years and it had taken it's toll on him.
I waited for the other men to leave and I slowly moved in. He turned and pointed his gun. Instantly, he knew who I was but didn't move his gun. He opened his mouth to say something, but before either of us could say anything artillery fire moved in all around us. We both ran in opposite directions. I was caught soon after in Bangladesh and sent to Shawshank prison for my crimes. It would be only a few months before I heard his name again.
I was sitting at breakfast, eating my maggoty sludge, when someone mentioned a new prisoner coming to Shawshank. They said he was more elite then the rest of us. That he had hacked into a dormant DEA Fund worth 9.5 billion dollars for a terrorist. Apparently, he was a war hero and they didn't want to lock him up in an overseas prison.
When the buses rolled in everyone was waiting in anticipation. The new prisoners stepped off the bus in the usual procession. The veteran Shawshank'ers were making bets on who the weakest newbie would be. The last prisoner stepped heavily from the bus unto the ground. His hair was long and unkept and his face dirty and scarred, but I knew it was Austin. Everyone exclaimed that he had been the hacker. No one was willing to take any bets on him.That night the Shawshank Theatre Troupe put on “Cinderella”. I played the title character, though not very well. I kept looking for him in the sea of faces and when I finally found him I couldn't think of anything else. He no longer seemed sad like in Vietnam... instead he seemed vacant. I saw him looking at me, but wasn't even sure if he knew it was me until the end of the show.
Austin walked slowly up to me with his hand clenched tightly to an old whiskey bottle. I wanted to run but he grabbed me by the shoulder with his free hand and whispered close to my ear, “Why is it everywhere I end up you're there?” His voice was harsh and as battered as his body. I wanted him to know what really happened back in Paris, but I couldn't. My body trembled and tears were stinging my eyes while I tried to find the words to say anything. He let me go and took a drink.
“Tell me, who was it you left me for? Was it someone in Vietnam? Or were there others in between?” Before I could say anything, he turned and congratulated the piano player on his skills.
I never did get the chance to tell him what happened. I guess I was too scared to. The truth may have made him want to fall in love with me again... or drive him insane. I wasn't sure if I wanted either of those, even if I still loved him.
Only a couple weeks into his stay at the prison, he escaped. I'm not sure how he escaped and it didn't matter. At least now I could stop thinking of Paris.
When I was released from prison a year later, I quickly made my way to the West Coast of America. I wanted a normal life away from my past. I moved to my parents home in a small town in the state of Washington.
Life was normal for a couple years. I had started high school again and discovered the glory of the Internet. Letting curiosity win over my better judgment I “Googled” Austin. I found his Facebook and decided I might as well add him. As it would turn out, he had a surgery that took away all his memory of me and his past. He was now a happy person, making jokes and playing video games. Somehow, he had turned into a dork. I was upset that he no longer wanted to think of me, but it made becoming friends with him again easy. Slowly, I found a way to let my old memories fade away and be replaced with new happier ones.
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Aussy and I met through unusual circumstances; ie: he was dating my friend and I followed himthrough the mall. Eventually, somehow, through years of Suikoden voice acting, Katamari lyrics andthe fact that we pretty much have identical brains (GET OUT OF MY HEAD!) , we became bfflfish. Ithink he's pretty much the coolest guy I've ever known and I hardly think I'll meet another Aussylike him.Whether our Katamari is tiny, or we're big enough to be pickin' up buildings and cashingthem for stars, that's just how we roll. And we'll roll on through all the good and bad timestogether
HANNA SAYS!
A little about a strange weird boy named Austin…He lives on a distant planet that looks like a cheese puff. I met him two years in Drama class and we automatically were good friends. Austin is crazy…and if you didn’t know him better you’d think he was high or something all the time lol. Austin is a penguin and I’m his Pengu lol. He’s cooler than ice. He’s a very caring friend and a life-saver. Whenever I’m bored I can call him up and we can go anywhere and hang out and boredom disappears. He always makes me laugh. He’s got this really warm jacket and he’s an emo kid. He totally makes my day and is an amazing friend to have. He’s one of the only people that I could say is one of my equals in being weird. We have the most random conversations. It’s great. <3 from Hipporhalien!
SUHYOON SAYS!
I've experienced a lot with Austin in this short time that I've known him, but I can truthfully say that he's one of the nicest people I've ever met. He always know how to make someone feel good about themselves. He is definitely one of my best friends and I'm eternally grateful. I love him a lot, a lot!
SUHYOONv2
Austin is a fucking douche bag. He turns around and laughs at my ugly underwear when I change in hiscar. Austin and I like to go to Best Buy to exploit their free use of Rock Band and Guitar Hero. Wethroughly enjoy wasting other people's times when we decide what we want on shirts. When we cruisearound town, we blast some sick techno and dance like crazy mother fuckers. And sometimes weactually do stuff that's fucking awesome. Take for example, Gunbound. Shit, man. Austin is mygunbounding buddy, even if I do kick his ass all the time. ;] Austin and I have had our ups anddowns, but everything we have in our bestfriend ship I cherrish. He's a great friend & I love him!Hurt him, and I kill you, bitch.
ROSE SAYS!
Austine Saltine is my Blue Citrus Buddy. Ok, so even though we never met in person, I’v known him a few years, and as far as I can tell, he’s a great guy. Someone I want to be friends with. Theres been a few times when he made me laugh and really cheered me up, making my day tons better. lol -- Swanky Cool Rosero, Blue Citrus Buddy.
Eleven SAYS!
Once there was a secret agent mad scientist name ix. She travailed the world on epic quest, she was a top agent and had a power lv. Over 9000 thats right OVER 9000! One day when searching the interwebs for instructions to build killer robots she ran into an adorable boy name (beeep) *10 points for anyone who gets this reference) He looked at ix and smiled and said “hi eleven!<3” .... ix is the roman numerals for 9. ( 11= xi ) the agent tried to explain this to him but he had already decided to call her eleven. So the agent picked the most ridiculous name she could think of and renamed him Strawberrypoptarts. Much to her surprise the newly named “tarts” was delighted with his name and insisted to be called it at all times. The agent thought this “tarts” may be low lv but hes got style, ambition and cute face. So the agent took tarts on as her partner! Now they go on many secret adventures fighting justice and all that is good in the world! (yes fighting justice im evil its what I do)