Guys, I might not be updating too soo because of school :(. But I'll write whenever I have the chance to. So you'll maybe last 2-8 days without updates or even weeks because some day, I can have writer's block, but not right now so here you go!
I led Trish upstairs to my room. I noticed that Austin was still by the window , but this time, he was strumming an acoustic guitar. "Hey Austin." I start saying, making him look up from his beautiful, light brown instrument. "This is my best friend Trish. Trish, this is Austin, my new neighbor."
The waved at each other and Trish seemed to notice that he was the blonde guy from "The Cave". "You are that guy who sang!" She pointed out. "I loved that song, and Ally did too! She met you yesterday!" She started saying with a little more enthusiasm than the acceptable.
Austin just nodded along and smiled at everything she says. Suddenly, she asked if he had a band. "Yes, I do. I told Ally about it a while ago. It's called 'Cayenne'."
"Like the song." I suddenly blurt out. I receive a confused look from Trish and a surprised look from Austin. "A Beatles' song."
"How do you know?" Austin asks. "That song is not so popular. It's only instruments."
"I'm a big fan." I say. It's true, I am a big fan. I have every single album and I know every single song.
"She is extremely obsessed with them. I mean, did you see her room?" She pushed me to a side for Austin to get a better look. The window was big enough for him to see clearly. He could see every poster that were hanged in the wall in front of the window. Some of them were "Help!" and "Revolver". There were many other posters from them and many other bands but I won't waste your time naming them all.
"Wow, that's amazing." He said in awe. "I am a very big fan, too, but I hadn't had the chance to hang posters since I just came here today." He shrugged, but smiled.
Trish and I return to the same position we were before, sitting in the small step, leaning against the window to hear a little better."We can help you, if you want." Trish suddenly offered.
He looked thoughtful for a moment but then nodded. "Yes, I guess you could come. That way, my parents can meet our neighbor's daughter and her best friend."
We closed our windows and Trish and I walked to Austin's house. When we reached it, I knocked twice and by the third knock, Austin was already opening the door to us. We walked in and noticed that it's true, they hadn't started unpacking yet.
"Austin, dear, who's there?" I could hear a female voice coming from, what I thought, was the kitchen. A middle-aged woman came out. Her hair wavy and blonde and her face didn't look like a mother, but at the same time, it did. "Oh, hi. I'm Mimi Moon, Austin's mother. Nice to meet you." She extended a hand for Trish and I could shake, which we did, of course.
"Nice to meet you too. I'm Ally Dawson and this is Trish De La Rosa. We're old neighbors." I pointed out. She smiled at me and then looked at Austin.
"It's good that you already met new people. It's better to know at least someone from this place before starting school." She pinched Austin's cheek and turned to us, once again. "So, why are you here, girls? Want me to prepare some snacks?"
"Um, thank you, but that's okay. We came to help Austin, and you guys, to unpack the majority of your things. And I can see it is a lot of boxes so I think it's better to not make you do more stuff than you already need to do. But thank you, anyway." I smiled at her appreciatively.
"Oh, don't worry about that, dear. That's really nice of you to come and give us a hand. That least I could do as a thank you is prepare you something. I've being told I'm an awesome cooker." She smirked jokingly and Austin, who was beside her and quiet the whole time, nodded his head up and down.
"If that wouldn't be a problem, then okay. Thank you." Trish butted in. I nodded afterwards. Mrs. Moon nodded her head and walked towards the kitchen, leaving us, teenagers, alone. That sounded weird...
"Wanna start unpacking the stuff in my room?" Austin suddenly says and we nod in response. He lead us up the stairs to his room. I went to the window that showed my room. I could see the piano, the posters, a shelf with my books and my wardrobe. Mental note: close the curtains after before showering.
"Ausitn?" Another female voice approached us. When the person talking appeared, I noticed she was younger than Austin. She looked like him, her hair was just darker, sort of brownish.
"Yes, Prudence?" So, Prudence was her name. Interesting name for a girl like her.
"Who are this girls?" She asked.
"This is Ally and Trish, our neighbors. Trish, Ally, this is Prudence, my beautiful 12 year-old sister." She walked up to us and shook our hands. Then walked up to Austin and whispered something into his ear and left smirking. I wonder what that was.
"What do we start with?" Trish asked. She was eyeing a big brown box while Austin answered.
You can start with whichever box you would like. If it's really big, you leave it to me." He smirked and walked over to the nearest box. Wow, he had the same smirk of his mother.
I looked to my left and opened the box that was located there. It contained posters and albums from different bands. "Hey, looked what I found here!" I exclaimed and raised a poster from The Rolling Stones. It was the famous tongue sticking out. I had one that was exactly the same, but it couldn't be seen from Austin's window 'cause it was pasted in the same wall where the window was. "I have this same poster, you know?" I took the poster and showed it to the owner.
He smiled and took it. "I love this poster. In my old house, it used to be beside of my bed. Here." I placed the poster in the wall that was to the left of his bed, where the window was located. I handed him the tape that was on top of the small table beside his bed and he taped the Rolling Stone poster. "Wanna put some music while working?"
"Well, this is not technically work, but sure." He took out his iPod and looked inside boxes for his speakers. When he finally found them, he played a playlist that contained music from Aerosmith, The Rolling Stones, Queen, Amy Winehouse, and many more random artists, good artists.
The first song that played was "Back in Black" by AC/DC. "Wow, you have a great taste in music!" I praised him.
"Thank you! You do, too." He praised back. We smiled and got back to "work". After I unpacked everything that contained my first box, I started organizing them. He had all kinds of albums and posters. I organized all the stacks of albums and taped every poster while Trish worked on his movies and tv-shows and Austin organized all his instruments. There were a lot of instruments.
By the time we were finished with our first boxes, the song "Sweet Emotion", by Aerosmith, was playing and I found myself singing along.
"You know," Austin started saying. "That was one of the first songs I learned to play in guitar."
"That's awesome!" I exclaimed. "I love how the guitar is used in this song. I practically love the whole song. It's just so... Epic and good." I admired Steven Tyler for his voice. It was so high and awesome!
"I know right!" Austin said after me. Suddenly, Austin's phone when off and he immediately picked it up. "You're here? ...Okay. I'll be downstairs in a minute." He hung up and looked at us exited. "You girls are going to meet the most awesome people in the world!" Then he left.
After a while, I heard chattering coming up from the stairs and a couple of guys, good looking guys, were coming inside the door. A redhead looked at me and walked to where I was standing. "Who are you?" he asked.
"I'm Ally, nice to meet you."I extended my hand for him to shake it, but instead, he grabbed my head and smelled my hair. Weird. He pulled away and sighed.
"I'm Dez!" I yelled. I jumped a little from the sudden shout and nodded my head slowly.
"Excuse him, he's a bit strange." A brunette with blue eyes said beside him. He was handsome. "I'm Elliot, and you are?" He said.
"I'm Ally." Dez went away and skipped towards Trish, who was fishing through Austin's iPod, trying to find a song from this century. I looked back at Elliot and extended my hand. He shook it strongly and then a black-haired boy walked over to us. This one looked handsome too.
"Hi, Ally, I'm George." He had a british accent that made me melt. I've always loved british boys. Their voices are always so hot and sexy. I mean, what kind of girl would not love a british boy? We shook hands and Austin proceeded to talk.
He paused the music that came from his iPod and spoke up. "Guys, you already met Ally and Trish, my new neighbors. Now, Ally, Trish, we are going to practice some songs and then we'll continue unpacking, okay?" We all nodded. "Well, you girls could stay if you want or you can leave. It's your choice."
"We'll stay." Trish immediately said and I just shrugged. Now that I stop and think about it, Mrs. Moon never brought us those snacks she was going to prepare. I didn't mind that much, I wasn't that hungry. Austin and his band placed themselves the following way: Austin, guitar and singing; Elliot, base; George, another guitar; Dez, drums.
Austin counted and they started performing.
You tell me that you've got everything you want
And your bird can sing
But you don't get me, you don't get me
They harmonized perfectly.
You say you've seen Seven Wonders and your bird is green
But you can't see me, you can't see me
When your prized possessions start to wear you down
Look in my direction, I'll be round, I'll be round
George did the same solo from the beginning.
When your bird is broken will it bring you down
You may be awoken, I'll be round, I'll be round
You tell me that you've heard every sound there is
And your bird can swim
But you can't hear me, you can't hear me (1)
George finished the song do the solo once again and we all clapped.
If they keep doing songs like that, I wouldn't mind having Austin and his band performing everyday.
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1. And Your Bird Can Sing by The Beatles.
-courage