The Bad Boy Austin Mahone Fantic

58. Just The Beginning

"Just The Beginning"

2 YEARS LATER

 

Caitlin’s POV

“What are we going to do today?” Rachel asked jumping onto the couch.

“I don’t know.” I said sitting down with my bowl of cereal.

Rachel actually moved in with my grandma and I. My grandma didn’t mind. I actually just finished my last two years of college, along with Rachel. And so my grandma invited both of us to move in with her to Miami, so we did. We have only been here about a week today so we just finished getting settled in.

“Maybe we could-“

I stopped when I heard a knock at the door.

“Beth!” They said knocking.

“Caitlin get the door!” My grandma yelled from upstairs. I groaned and got up.

“Rachel can you get the door? I’ll get Grammy and bring her down here.” I asked. I didn’t know this until I got here seven days ago, but my grandma has been having trouble walking. Her legs just aren’t working like they use to, so I have been helping her a lot lately. Like using the stairs; I need to help her with that. But I don’t know who has been helping her the whole time I was gone.

I ran up the stairs and grabbed her arm and helped her down the stairs step by step. When we made it to the bottom I helped her make her way to the kitchen table, where she told me to bring her.

I sat her down and took a deep breath.

“Thank you dear.” She patted my hand she was holding and then let go.

“Goodmorning Beth.”

Wait….

I turned around and there was a man in my kitchen. What the hell? Who is making eggs in my kitchen and why are they here? Well whoever this strange man was, he knew my grandma and she seemed perfectly fine with it.

“Can I help you?” I asked placing my hands on my hips.

I think I startled the guy because he jumped a little and he was also holding the pan with eggs in it so the eggs were flung towards me. It hit me in the face and then fell to the floor.

I gasped as it hit me and I heard a faint laugh from my grandma.

“Who the hell are you and why are you here?” I asked the guy getting annoyed. He was picking up the pan and spatula that had fallen to the floor. After he placed them back on the stove.

“Your voice sounded familiar. It startled me. Sorry. I-” He said still having his back facing me. He turned around and was about to introduce himself, but stopped when he looked up at me.

My face dropped. What is he doing here?

I stood there not even moving a single muscle. I stopped breathing and I swear my heart even stopped for a split second. I stood there speechless not knowing what to do. I looked into his all too familiar hazel eyes. He looked as surprised as I did. His hair was all over the place like usual, he had on a white tank top, and blue and red shorts on. And to top it off he had on his slippers with some crazy socks.

Why is Austin standing in the middle of my kitchen?

Well remember when we said we were going to be just friends about 2 years ago, we stayed in touch through texting, but I haven’t talked to him face to face in two whole years. I never even talked to him on the phone voice to voice I guess, in two whole years. And when I say texted I mean we had an awkward conversation for about five minutes and then said goodbye. And those conversations only occurred about once a month. I never told him I would be coming back to Miami, so this is probably a pretty big shock for him too.