Seasons Change

Chapter 3

A/N: Thank you to everyone who has reviewed so far!

Disclaimer: I do not own Austin and Ally.

Chapter 3:

Ally's P.O.V:

"That's one box down," I calculated, "And only…15 more to go." I sighed as I looked around at my room, I felt as if my bedroom was a box factory and I was simply lost within it, completely surrounded by boxes. I unfolded the brown packaging box and tossed it into the pile of the other now flat cardboard boxes to be picked up for trash. I hauled another full box onto my bed and opened the flaps to see the context inside. A smile appeared on my face as I saw my brown leather songwriting book lying atop of the items. My hand ran across the rough texture, flipping the pages with my thumb. I set my book aside and began to remove old photos and trinkets, arranging them where they belonged. Six boxes later I started to feel dizzy and strangely claustrophobic, wanting to take a break from being locked in my room all morning. I walked out into the hallway and halted as I stared at the portrait at the end at the hall. I slowly walked up to the frame to see a picture of Jessica's blindly white wedding dress cascade down her body while her smile was from ear to ear and all her perfectly straight teeth seemed to sparkle. My eyes traveled to my Dad's deep black tuxedo that made him look sharp and well put together. But what really caught me off guard was his expression. His smile seemed genuine and cheery, his cheeks were that Santa Claus red that always made me laugh, and his eyes spoke wonders. They seemed to gleam with happiness, the side of his eyes were crinkled; proof of a true smile, and the way he looked at Jessica matched the way he used to look at…Mom…My mind brought back an old image of another wedding photo. My Mom looked beautiful in her timeless white dress, I remembered as a little girl I always wanted to look like her on my wedding day. My Dad had the same expression he wore now. I frowned, searching for a reason why. Was he really this happy now? Why can't I just accept that Jessica isn't going anywhere? I never really did have a say. I didn't know what to think, as I stood there staring blankly at the wedding picture. I could feel the confusion wash over my face as the doorbell rang, pulling me out of my trance. I walked toward the ledge of the hallway and peered over the railing to look at the door, I flinched to respond to the bell but hesitated about what my Dad said before he left for work, "And if anyone comes to the door don't open it Ally, we've only been here for a few days, we don't know everyone alright?" The unknown person knocked again and I made a split decision.

I ran down the stairs and brought my speed to a slow walk, stopping before I reached the door. I slowly cracked the door open and saw a flash of golden blond hair whip by, I quickly uttered, "Hello?" waiting for the answer as I hid behind the crack of the door. Taking me by surprise, the golden hair belonged to a very tall handsome teenage boy who looked my age. He wore a blue V-neck shirt underneath a black leather jacket that matched his blue high tops. His deep brown eyes bore into mine, hypnotizing me. I glanced down at his hands and in them he carried a basket of food in one, and in the other, a pie. I shyly smiled and in return, his smile was contagious and made my smile even wider. "Hi" he replied. "Um you live here right?" I laughed as he corrected himself; "Ha I mean these are for your family, I live across the street" He walked up to the door showing me the basket and pie. I opened the door a little more, feeling a bit more comfortable with him. "Thank you um…" I looked up at him questionably. "Austin" he said transferring the basket to hang on his arm as he held out his hand. "Ally" I replied taking his hand in mine. His hand was soft but strong, and his hand covered mine; they seemed to fit perfectly. I couldn't stop looking in his eyes; they were so welcoming and bright. But then I realized we still were holding hands and quickly let go. "Um would you like to come in?" I asked shyly running my fingers through my hair unsure of what to do next. "Sure thanks," he said comfortably. I opened the door for him to come in and as he passed by a breeze swept inside, blowing his scent towards me. He smells really good… I grinned to myself and shut the door. I turned to see he already took off his shoes and waited for me to lead the way. I led him to the kitchen and removed the food from his hands. "Thank you so much, this looks really good! Did you make it yourself?" I asked. He scratched the back of his head and sheepishly answered, "Actually my Mom made them," I nodded and leaned against the countertop, folding my arms as he stood across the island leaning on the granite counter. "So do you like it here so far?" he asked. I sighed and said, "I guess, I mean it's a beautiful neighborhood and all but I'm just missing my old house," He nodded seeming to understand and continued, "Well I know you will love it here soon enough only because I'm your new neighbor of course," He flashed me a smile and whipped his golden waves away from his eyes. "Oh I'm sure I will, hahaha I mean, I've never had a better neighbor that is kind enough to bring me some delicious pastries," I played along grinning, and saw him smile back. I felt my stomach grumble softly and I secretly glanced at the pie and cookies in guilty desire. I realized I haven't eaten all day and that I'm in desperate need for some food. I suddenly felt someone staring at me and realized it was Austin. I lightly blushed and heard him say, "You're hungry too aren't you?" How'd he know I was hungry…? I embarrassedly nodded and asked, "Well if you're hungry too, would you like some pie?" I suggested gesturing to the pie he just brought. I saw a hungry light flash in his eyes and I took that as a yes so I laughed and turned to the cabinets to grab plates. I hesitated at the cabinet in front of me, unsure if plates were even in this one, but luckily opened to see what I was looking for. I reached for them but my fingers missed the rim by an inch. I stretched my arms and stood on my tippy toes hoping to gain some height. I strained and pushed my hand on the counter, biting my lip, starting to get frustrated. Suddenly a long, muscular arm moved above my head and easily grabbed two plates and brought them down. He smirked and I playfully hit his stomach, unexpectedly feeling his 6-pack. A 6-pack? Really? My cute neighbor has a 6-pack? I stared into his eyes as he handed them to me, trying to figure out why I couldn't look away from them for more than a minute. But the plates didn't make it into my hands because a loud crash brought my mind back to the kitchen. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry," I said apologetically. "Why are you sorry? It's okay, I should be apologizing, I'm the one who dropped them" he said. We both dropped down to our knees looking the mess of shattered glass. I started to reach for the pieces but Austin's hands grabbed mine, "Careful, its sharp Ally," I looked up and once again saw that deep brown that I was beginning to adore. A strand of my hair fell in front of my eyes, and Austin's eyes shifted to it. His hand reached out and gently moved it behind my ear, dropping his hand down my cheek staring back into my eyes. I felt the blood rush to my face and I knew I was blushing hard. I broke the connection between our eyes and smiled at the ground. "Um I'll go get the broom," I nervously laughed and stood up, brushing off my jeans. I walked out of the kitchen and into the pantry hallway; I opened the pantry door and grabbed the broom lying against the wall. I closed the door and took a deep breath trying to slow down my heart beat. I came back into the kitchen with the broom and dust pan, "Okay I got the bro- Austin are you okay?" I said concerned.

He stood at the island holding his hand, blood dripping from them, and grimaced. I dropped the broom and quickly went over to see Austin's wound. His hand had a deep gash that wouldn't stop bleeding. "I tried to just pick up the big pieces so that you can just sweep the small ones but I guess I wasn't paying attention," he laughed piteously. "Here sit down, I'll go find the first aid kit," I said leading him to the stool next to me. He tried to remove his leather jacket so I helped him remove it and placed it on the counter. I quickly ran upstairs to grab the kit and ran back down. I walked over to him opening the kit and said, "Okay this might hurt but it will clean it out," I informed pulling out the alcohol. He braced himself for the sting as I poured some rubbing alcohol on a gauze. I slowly placed it on his hand and looked up to see his face scrunched in pain. I gave him an apologetic look and he painfully smiled back. I wrapped a clean gauze around his hand and pinned it, "There! Feel better Austin?" I asked. He looked at me and smiled, "Yeah thank you Nurse," he winked at me and grinned. I laughed back and asked, "So would you like a cookie for being so brave?" I teased. "Why not?" he said rising up from the stool and ran to the basket.

For the rest of the afternoon we sat on the kitchen floor, laughing and got to know each other more. The more time I spent getting to know Austin, the more I forgot about everything; the move, Jessica, it just all went away and I felt really happy. "Are you serious? You actually walked up to him and said that?" I said beginning to cry from laughing uncontrollably. "Yeah, you should have seen the look on his face!" he choked out laughing. We sat there on the floor trying to compose ourselves and trying to catch our breaths. Eventually he looked up at the clock and sighed. "Ah man, I've got to get back home Ally," I glanced up from the floor at the clock to see that it was 4:30pm. He stood up and brushed himself off then extended his hand down to me. I gladly took it and he pulled me up without strain. I looked up at him; he easily was 5ft 7in while I was still 5ft 5in with my heels on. We walked to the front door and I waited for him to put his shoes and jacket on. I opened the door and stepped back as he walked out on the stone porch, "Bye Austin, please thank your family for the cookies and pie," I placed my hands in my back pockets and smiled. "I will, and thanks for the um-" he held up his injured hand and chuckled. "Bye Alls," he whispered quietly and gave me smile and turned to go down the stone steps. I slowly closed the door and slide down the wood, sitting against the oak door. I smiled to myself and closed my eyes and thought, Maybe this place isn't so bad after all…

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