Friend Zoning Austin Mahone

Chapter 8

Hope You Had An Amazing Week !

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-Austin-

"Austin, I'll be back later. I'm going out with Mr. Phillips." Mom said, tugging her iPhone off charge.

"Going out to do what?" I inquired.

"Tour details, stuff like that." She replied, opening the front door.

"Oh, sounded like a date."

Mom wrinkled her nose. "Um, no. That'd just be ew."

I chuckled. "Aren't you the main one always telling me not to be rude?"

"There are times when its required." She said, nodding her head with reassurance. Mom walked over to the front door. "Later, Austin."

"Bye, Mum."

I glanced around the living room, trying to figure put what to do. Being bored is so boring.

I spotted the Yamaha piano, sitting pretty in the corner. I contemplated on whether or not I should mess around that instrument...

I have this weird thing where when I start playing around with those, stopping is somewhat illegal.

Tugging at the strings on my jacket, I sat down at the piano.

I ran my hands over the keyboard, the soft music escaping the hardware. I closed my eyes, and ignored the world around me.

Right then and there, it was just me and the music. Every chord and every scale seemed to be perfection. Or close to it.

"Austin? You home?" Someone yelled, poking their head into the living room. Amelia.

"Hey, I'm in here." I said, waving her over.

She walked over, then stood over me. "Whatcha doing?"

"Amelia Taylor Villanueva, what exactly does it look like I'm doing?"

Mel laughed, "Never mind then. Keep going."

I shrugged, then did as told.

"What song is this?" Amelia inquired, squinting her eyes.

"She Don't Like The Lights." I replied, removing my hands from the keys.

"I wanna try this song." She said, plopping on the piano bench next to me.

I moved over slightly, as Mel read over the sheet music, her usual messy hair framing her face.

She murmured something under her breath, and I can't help but smile, because she's getting annoyed by the fact that the music's precision has to be super precise, and Mel is better on the guitar than the piano.

"This is frustrating! The song sounds awkward." Mel mumbled, running her hands quickly through her blond hair.

"Maybe because your not on time. Try moving a bit slower. Watch me for a second."

I demonstrated the pace in which she was suppose to move.

She still wasn't getting it. Fustration was literally building up inside the annoyed blonde.

"Mel, can I ask you something?"

"What?" She huffed out, removing her hands from the keys.

"When you get frustrated, what do you do?"

Mel shrugged. "I don't know, throw stuff?"

"Your wrong. You mess around with your hair, you've been doing that for at least twenty minutes now."

Amelia paused to look at me, raising an eyebrow. "You actually noticed that about me?"

I shrugged. "Yeah, I know, it's weird."

"No, it's not weird. It's absolutely adorable actually." She giggled.

"See! Now you're making everything weird!" I groaned.

"I'm not making anything weird! Your just so cute, and look, your blushing, awww."

I rolled my eyes. "Let's pretend I never said that, now let's get back to She Don't Like The Lights.."

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"Gimme that! I'm hungry!" Alex said, tugging the Rice Cripsies treat out of my hand.

He bit it off the top. "You weren't gonna eat this right?"

"No, I wasn't planning too, I just walked all the way into the Rob's kitchen, grabbed the snack, then opened the cupboard, then tore open the snack, for absolutely no reason at all." I replied, shrugging.

"Oh, okay." Alex nodded.

"I was being sarcastic, stupid!"

AC laughed. "Wait, you were? I seriously didn't notice."

My best friend cracked up.

"Where can I buy a new best friend? This one's broken." I thought to myself. I chuckled.

"When's Celia coming back here?" Alex inquired to Rob, who was flipping through the channels on TV.

"In two days or so. She's with her dad." He replied.

"But didn't her dad try to-?" I began to say, but Rob shushed me.

Everyone literally goes quiet. I soon knew why.

Mel and Mrs.V was walking downstairs.

Even thought all Amelia does is complain about Celia, she has the hugest soft spot for her, and the topic of Celia's father really seems to bug her.

"Well, guys, we'll see you all later." Mel mumbled, brushing at the wisps of hair that were in her face.

Her voice sounded hollow and distant.

She tugged the front door open, and after her Mother was also out the door, she slammed it close.

What's her problem?

"Austin, you just observe Amelia like she's a fucking painting on a wall." Zach stated. "You like her, bro."

I won't even bother to argue with that statement.

Because I'm starting to think it's true.

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