Seasons Change

Chapter 8

Disclaimer: I do not own Austin and Ally. If I did, this story would be a movie by now.

Chapter 8:

Austin's P.O.V

How the heck do you even tie a tie? My fingers tinkered with the satin material, stumbling whenever they looped the wrong length through or flipped the incorrect piece over another. I've been standing in front of my full length mirror, trying to properly tie my tie for this dinner at Ally's house, for about 10 minutes now. The Dawson's have no idea what they got themselves into... My Dad and siblings arrived at the airport two days ago and since then the house has been in nonstop motion and the noise level certainly hasn't ceased. Having a large family wasn't really a problem for me growing up; we all were really close due to all of us loving music so much. As we grew up, my three siblings; Asher, Anthony, and Amber (And Aaron but he was sort of our manger), and our close family friend, Artie, started a band called A5. We played plenty of gigs back in Colorado, singing for the pleasure of it. But all that changed when I was approached after one of our shows by a business man with a firm hand shake. His deep voice offered me a record deal that his eyes told me would not come again anytime soon. Of course I was thrilled to have the offer; a record deal with Starr Records was something all singers dreamed of. My parents told me I should do what I thought was best, but my siblings thought otherwise. I easily could see through their fake smiles plastered on their faces whenever I asked them if I should sign. They would always reply back with quick, rehearsed answers with an uncomfortable silence that followed. But I knew if I wanted to break away from our small Colorado town and become a real performer, I had to dial those 10 digits and accept the offer. Amber, Artie, and Aaron took the news pretty well; Amber was always the glue to the band; keeping us boys in check if we got out of hand. Aaron didn't seem to mind much; being the youngest of us Moons he just wanted me to be happy with whatever I chose. And Artie...well Artie was just a loveable, humorous guy that was happy for anyone. Asher and Anthony were another story; Anthony didn't really like the idea at first but now he's getting used to me being on my own doing what I really love. I can't say the same for Asher. Asher being the oldest of all of us really wanted A5 to work out and to make it big together. I haven't had a single conversation with Asher without it ending with arguing or yelling since I decided to leave. I can tell he still hasn't forgiven me for ruining the family. I can feel the bitterness in his words towards me and he can't even look me in the eyes properly without a flash of anger raging over his hazel brown eyes. I don't blame him though, I was selfish and rash in my decision but I couldn't not take it; and he knows it. But I know he's trying to be less tense around me, I'm his little brother, his flesh and blood. Holidays always brought the rest of my family out to Washington seeing that I had to move closer to California. Mom came with me and Dad stayed with Asher, Anthony, Amber, and Aaron in Colorado. I knew it was hard for Mom to move away from the rest of her family for so long but she kept a strong face around me. This family is so dysfunctional I have no idea how this dinner is going to turn out tonight. After fiddling around with my tie for five more minutes, I groaned loudly and rolled my eyes as I finally gave up; plopping down on the edge of my bed and falling back with my face in my hands in defeat. A crude knock on my door brought me out of my weariness. "Come in," I called out, not bothering to move from my position. I heard the door open and a burst of noise from the rest of the house gushed through as the person walked into my room. "Hey uh Mom sent me up here to tell you we leave in five minutes," I raised my head a bit to see Asher leaning against the closed door with his hands stuffed in his navy jean pockets, his facial expression emotionless. Asher was the only one out of the five of us that looked exactly like me but older. His golden hair fell into his hazel brown eyes and he was a few inches taller than me for a 21 year old. He dressed in his light blue button up shirt with a plaid pattern tie. I groaned again at how even Asher could manage to tie his tie probably without any help. His eyes flickered down to my untied strings and he smirked mischievously, "You having trouble?" I narrowed my eyes and spit back, "What does it look like?" I pushed off my bed and walked back over to my mirror and proceeded to try again with a determined look. Asher stood there watching as I struggled then finally let out a loud sigh and rolled his eyes. "Let me show you," He roughly grabbed my shirt collar and pulled me towards him. I searched his face as he was focused on the tie; he lost all his composure and looked like the older brother I used to know before all the family drama happened. I missed Ash and the rest of the family; I missed having the chaos and noise all around me. Now only the sound was of my Mom calling my name that rung through the large empty house. Suddenly the tugging on my tie stopped and I glanced down to find it tied perfectly. I smiled widely and turned to face the mirror again. My fingers ran down the length of tie; slightly adjusting it around my collar. "Thanks Ash, I was really struggling man," I said smiling and retracting my arm, ready to grip his hand and pull him in for a "dude" hug when he unexpectedly turned and exited my room, muttering under his breath, "Whatever," My smile slowly slid off my face and my arm dropped back down by my side. Will he ever forgive me? I shook my head turning back to the mirror one last time to quickly fix my hair and straighten my red dress shirt. "Austin we have to leave!" my Mom screamed. I took a deep breath and smiled uneasily. Maybe this dinner won't be as bad as I'm thinking...