Auston Matthews Imagine

Auston Matthews - Part Three

Alex POV

Once we arrive at the restaurant and start to pile out of the SUV, Y/N jumps out and stands as far away from Auston as she can. A little bit of a guilt forms in my stomach, perhaps I went too far with making a heart sign at her and Auston.

As we make our way inside Y/N steers clear of both Breyana and I, sticking between mom and dad a few feet ahead of me. I contemplate taking her aside and apologizing but before I can reach out and pull her aside we make it to our secluded table in the back of the restaurant. Y/N scrambles to take the seat between my parents again, forcing Auston, Breyana and I to sit across the table. I scowl across the table at her and before Auston can take the end seat I quickly sit, Breyana taking my hint and taking the other end seat, forcing Auston to take the middle, directing across from Y/N, who quickly takes notice and sends an angry look my way.

"So, what's everyone feeling?" I ask, smiling over my menu at Y/N, who drops her glowering gaze down to her menu. "I'm sure you'll just get chicken tenders and fries, Y/N?" The smile is still on my face as she glances over her menu at me again, this time I earn a death stare.

As Y/N opens her mouth to retort, mom pipes in.

"I think we can all just get a couple pizzas to share, it's quick and I'm starving," Mom says, turning her menu to the create-your-own-pizza section and starts taking everyone's requests.

After putting our order in and getting our drinks the chatting starts, moving from topic to topic of people back home in Arizona and the happenings in Toronto to Breyana's schooling. Y/N stays quiet unless directly spoken to. I watch her closely as the minutes fly by, never once do her eyes fall on Auston, her posture is tense and she spends most of the few minutes focused on her water. I frown at her, Breyana and I spent hours going over our plans for this week and none of it involved Y/N sitting there quietly refusing to look at my brother.

I start to search for a topic to bring her into the conversation but once again, my mother beats me to it.

"Oh, Y/N! I nearly forgot!" Mom exclaims, reaching for her purse and I immediately beam knowing exactly where this is going. Y/N snaps out her fixation on her water and looks at mom, her big eyes even bigger than usual at the thought of being the center of attention in the conversation.

"Since we weren't able to see you over Christmas and we didn't want to send it in the mail and miss your expression when you opened it..." Mom continues digging through her bag, finally producing a long flat box all decorated in wrapping paper and sets it down in front of Y/N, everyone around the table excluding Auston, also reaches into either their pocket or purse and sits a separate small box around the first one.

Y/N looks from the boxes to mom, her expression embarrassed. "Oh, Mr. and Mrs. Matthews, I can't take any gifts from you. You have done so much for me already over the years..." she starts pushing her chair slightly away from the table.

"How many times do we have to tell you not to call us that," Dad looks down fondly at Y/N, "we love you and we got something for you, either open it yourself or I'm sure Ema will for you."

Y/N's cheeks turn pink as she grins up at my dad, fondness of her face as well. Her eyes flash over to my face and for the first time in half an hour she doesn't scowl, just smiles.

"Alright," she says, turning her attention to the long box that was sat own first and tears into it. Everyone leans into the table, eager to see what it is even though we all already know.

She pauses when she realizes it's a jewelry box and raises her eyes to mom's who shakes her head at her.

"Don't even start with me."