Auston Matthews Imagine

Auston Matthews - Part Sixteen

I awake with a start, covered in sweat and my thoughts swirl around the dream I just left, full of slow kisses and rough touches from a boy that I should not be dreaming about. A knock on my door startles me and I realize that was what woke me in the first place.

"Y/N? Get your butt up, we have a lot of things to do today!" Alex yells from the other side and a moment later I can hear her yelling a similar thing to Auston.

I groan and roll onto my back, the sun glaring into my room despite the curtains. I stagger to my feet and make my way into the bathroom. I turn on the water faucet and splash my face with water, wiping away the last traces of makeup and sleep. I examine myself in the mirror. My eyes are still a little red and puffy from all my crying but they have a light in them, an excited and mischievous girl stares back at me. There's something telling me that today is going to be a good one. 

Once I get dressed and ready for the day, I head downstairs to the kitchen where Mrs. Matthews is setting the table and Mr. Matthews is finishing up a massive breakfast.

"Ah, good morning sleeping beauty!" Mr. Matthews says, catching sight of me entering the room and Auston's head instantly swivels in my direction, I want to ignore him but after last night I can't bring myself to.

I give him a shy smile, along with Mr. Matthews and sit next to Auston. I tell myself it's because it's the only seat open.

"Y/N, we are going sledding this morning! There's a huge hill about a mile away that we can use," Breyana exclaims, clapping her hands.

"Oh, fun!" I say, grabbing my glass of orange juice and taking a sip.

"Then lunch, after that ice skating and skiing for a few of us, and then-," Breyana is cut off by Alex shoving a piece of pancake in her face.

"You don't get to make the schedule, Breyana," she says in her typical big sister tone and Breyana scowls at her.

"What do you mean skiing for a few of us?" I ask as Mrs. Matthews shovels pancakes and eggs onto my plate.

"Well, Auston isn't allowed to because the possibility of getting hurt is high, and mom and dad also don't ski," Breyana explains, wiping her face with a napkin. "Do you ski?"

"No," I shake my head. "I only know how to snowboard. I'm sure they are similar but with my luck I'd break every bone in my body. So you can count me out for that one."

Auston shifts next to me, when I look at him I see a grin pulling at his mouth and I can tell he's plotting something. Alex catches my eye and quirks an eyebrow at me and I'm quick to turn my focus on my pancakes. Does this family ever stop watching me?

An hour later, Mrs. Matthews is double checking that everyone is warmly dressed, and is trying to put another scarf around Breyana.

"Mom! I am fine!" Breyana is whining, swatting the scarf away, and earning a stern glare from Mrs. Matthews.

"You're not making Y/N wear fifteen layers!" Breyana argues and I roll my eyes.

"That's because Y/N is from Michigan, she's used to the cold and she won't complain," Mrs. Matthews snaps right back and Breyana sends a scowl my way.

"And Breyana doesn't have me to keep her warm," someone breathes in my ear and goosebumps erupt on my skin. Before I can even look at him, Auston has already made his way over to Alex, already in conversation with her. How does he do that?