You're My Infinity [Austin Mahone Love Story]

Chapter One: Meeting The Neighbors

I strolled down the corridor from the plane, into the airport. I was really nervous, since I hadn't seen my mom in almost seven years. I doubt she even wanted me here.

I had almost given up looking for her, when I noticed her long, wavy light brown hair. I'd notice it anywhere. Even after seven years, we still looked almost exactly alike. The same hair, same hazel eyes, same round face, and the same slim figure.

"Madison!" She ran up to me, and pulled me into a hug. I was surprised at first, but eventually hugged her back. I guess you could say I was in shock.

"I've missed you so much." She mumbled into the top of my head.

"I've missed you too." I didn't realize how much I missed her, until I felt the tears well up in my eyes. I was quick to wipe them away with the back of my hand.

"Are you hungry?" She pulled me back, and smiled. Almost as if on que, my stomach growled. We both laughed.

"I made lasagna, and I invited the neighbors. She has a son about your age, and I'm sure you and your stepbrothers will get along well. But they're at camp for the week." She winked, and I chuckled. Lasagna sounded delicious, after a long flight from Vermont to Texas. But I knew I wouldn't eat it, no matter how appetizing it looked.

She helped me with my bags as we walked to her car.

Within ten minutes, we pulled up to a large, two-story house. The houses around it were similar, too. They were all large and neat.

"I didn't really tell anyone, but I remarried a few years ago." I wasn't really surprised. I was sure she left because of another guy. I nodded my head, and got out of the car.

The front door opened, and a tall, slender man came bounding down the steps.

"You must be Madison! You're just like your mother described you! I'm Ruben." He flashed his straight white teeth, and shook my hand.

They helped me carry my things to my room, which was large, with dark blue walls. The white curtains hung loosely, and barely grazed the white carpeted floor. I could see the neighbor's house from the balcony next to my bed.

"Go ahead and unpack, and get ready for dinner. The neighbors will be here in about two hours." They both left, and I was shut into my new room. All of my furniture was already here, which I was glad of. I immediately smiled when I saw my guitar resting on its stand in the corner.

I slowly opened one of the white doors, to reveal a walk-in closet. It was just the right size. The door next to it led me into a bathroom, with the same colors as my room. I opened a random suitcase, and grabbed a pair of dark skinny jeans and a hot pink t-shirt.

I took a long shower, and got ready as fast as I could. In the midst of brushing my hair into a side-ponytail, I stopped, and stared at the reflection in the mirror. I let my hair slip from my hands, and picked up my concealer with shaky hands. I rubbed some over my wrists, even though it burned like hell.

I had used half of the container, but it wouldn't do its job. I became frustrated and knocked it into the sink. I ran back into my room, and pulled on a black sweater. Hopefully I wouldn't need to roll up my sleeves, or take off my sweater anytime tonight.

I finished brushing my hair, and tied it with a thick black ribbon. My hair flowed naturally, ending right above my stomach. I applied a small amount of mascara, to make my eyes pop. I slipped on my white Converse.

Since I was ready and I didn't feel like unpacking yet, I picked up my guitar and walked out onto the balcony. I sat down with my back towards the other house, and began strumming random notes.

I found myself playing Wonderwall, by Oasis. Then, I started singing. I forgot the world; it was just me, my guitar, and the gentle rain that had begun to fall.

"Madison! Come help set the table!" My mom yelled from the room across from mine.

"Coming!" I ran inside, set my guitar back on its stand, and ran downstairs. I was immediately handed silverware. I followed Joe to the dining room. He started setting food down at the table, and I set out the silverware next to the plates.

Not that soon after, the doorbell rang. My mom ran to get the door. Joe and I followed after her. I could hear my mom's light voice in the foyer.

"Hey! How have you been?"

"I've been great! Really busy though. It's nice to see you again!" I stepped into the foyer.

"You must be Madison! You're absolutely gorgeous." The woman smiled, and pulled me into a light hug. Her son, the one my mom had talked about earlier at the airport, smiled at me. He was really cute.

"I'm Michele, and this is my son Austin." I smiled and waved shyly. He returned the smile, but his green eyes never left me. I shifted my weight uncomfortably.

"Shall we eat?" We all nodded, and followed my mom into the dining room. The adults sat at one end of the table, so Austin and I sat at the other end. Once we were settled in with our food and drinks, the conversations started.

"Madison, how old are you?" Michele asked, then started enjoying her salad as she waited for a response.

"15." I smiled, and poked at my lasagna with my fork. It almost made me want to drool, but thinking about eating it made me feel sick. I carefully set my fork down, and took small, slow sips from my glass of water.

"Is she going to public school?" She changed the direction of the conversation to my mom.

"I'm not sure yet. Public school has never really been good to her. I'm still deciding."

"Same with Austin. He's been doing online schooling lately."

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Dinner had went really well. Michele was really nice, but Austin was quiet and shy at first. I didn't think he'd be that way. But after a little while, he started to open up. I found out that he was a 15-year-old singer. Pretty big on social media networks, too.

I was sitting on the porch swing, the moonlight casting a light glow onto the edge of the porch. It was a pretty warm night for January. Or maybe it was just because I was used to having to wear ten layers to even step outside. The front door slowly opened, and Austin stepped out.

"What are you doing out here?" He was careful not to let the door slam. He sat down next to me, causing us to swing.

"Just needed some fresh air." We sat in silence for a few seconds, before he broke it.

"Was that you singing Oasis earlier?" I was shocked; I didn't think anyone could hear me.

"Yeah...how did you hear me?"

"My window is right next to your balcony. You're really good though." He flashed me a genuine smile.

"You don't have to lie." I fiddled with my fingers. I could feel his gaze on me.

"I'm not lying though. Do you have videos on YouTube?"

"No. I sing for my entertainment, pretty much."

"You should share your talent with the world." He winked, and smirked. I giggled, and shook my head.

"What are you doing tomorrow?"

"Unpacking. That'll probably take up most of my day." I didn't know why, but I was silently hoping he'd ask me to hang out with him.

"Do you mind if I help?"

"I-I don't mind at all." I could feel my face grow hot. I turned my head towards the street.

"Well, it's getting late. I'm gonna head home, hopefully my mom won't notice. Goodnight, Madison. It was nice to meet you." We both stood up, and he pulled me into a loose hug. His embrace was warm and inviting. Wait, what?

I watched him jog across our yard into his, before I went back inside, and went to my room. I changed into a purple tank top, and white yoga shorts. I pulled the ribbon out of my hair, and fell backwards onto my bed.