The Long Awaited Boy
Summary: Ally Dawson, a waitress at Costa Coffee, just got out of abusive relationship and went to the coffee shop thinking she would never love again. Eight months later, she goes to a club with Trish and Dez and meets a certain blonde boy. Will he let her begin again? Sounds better than it sounds, give it a try?
Author's Note: Hey, I was basically watching Austin & Ally, as I do and a cup of coffee of my mom's on the little table-thing near the couch and then listened to "Begin Again" by Taylor Swift and thus...
The Long Awaited Boywas born.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the plot... unfortunately.
"What did you just say to me?" Dallas snapped at his girlfriend... well ex-girlfriend now.
"I said we're over! I'm sick and tired of your attitude! I don't even know you anymore! You abuse me! We're finished!" I yelled at him, in the middle of the street so everyone passing could here me.
"I have never hurt you, and I never plan to!"
"What do you call these all over my arms then? Pretty little lines you drew on mw while we were asleep? NO! These pretty little lines are scars from where you have hit me and punched me!" I screamed, pulling up my sleeves, revealing the scars he had given me over these last three years.
"You can't prove they was from me!" He shouted at me.
"Oh, can't I? No, I can't but the only other guy I know is Dez and he doesn't even know that abusing women is possible! And Trish is always with us whenever I'm with him and their dating so..." I walked off as I talked but he yelled back.
"Are we broken up now?"
"Yes! I hope you rot in hell!" I ran off to Costa Coffee (1) where my shift started ten minutes ago. But Mandy covered for me, as usual.
"Ally! Your here! Here, I've gotta get to Danny. Our date was half an hour ago!"
"Omigod, Mands! I'm so sorry! Go, go, go!" She threw me the green apron and I ran behind the counter, waving her off as some more customers walked through.
"Hello, welcome to Costa Coffee. How can I help?"
"Hey, uh. Can I get a hot chocolate to-go?" A middle-aged woman asked... aw! She's got a baby!
"Yes, of course. Aww... your baby's so cute!" I heard her muffle a 'thanks' as I put her paper-cup underneath the hot chocolate machine and pressed the button. A minute or two later, the lady left with the hot chocolate and started probably one of the most weirdest days of my life.
On one hand, I am actually devastated that me and Dallas didn't last, believe it or now we actually started out okay. For the first year, we were the happiest people anyone could be in a relationship... then his mother left his father for another man and I was the one picking up the pieces of Dallas. That's when he thought all women were the same and began to beat me. That went on for two years, which led on to today. Goodbye, Dallas.
One the other hand, I am so happy that I'm finally out of that relationship. That cruel, disgusting relationship where I'm the one on the other end of the slap, or punch, or kick. But now, I'm free of that... that horrible waste of space. It's illegal to do what he does and get away with it, he's lucky my dad's not a cop.
I'm giving up on love now. Love is some make-believe fairytale that always ends on rough terms of it burning or breaking. It's just something that you always search for but never find.
I've been planning this break-up for a year, how I'd tell him without him breaking me more. I hated every second of these last two years, the first I enjoyed but the last two I hated.
"Hello, welcome to Costa Coffee. How can I help you?"
"Can I have a tea with one sugar, you do them here, right?" Dez asked me, I didn't notice it was him until I looked up.
"Oh, hey. Yeah, I'm guessing you want the chocolate sprinkles and whipped cream, huh?"
"YES!" He squealed like a little boy. I laughed and poured out the hot water into the to-go cup. After I finished making the drink, I gave him it and told him it was on the house. He'd be there for hours counting up in quarters for hours otherwise.
"Okay, thanks Alls!" He left and then the phone rang, again.
"Hello, my name is Ally Dawson and this is Costa Coffee. How may I help you?" Stupid phone service! Who the hell orders coffee through a phone?!
"Ally! Girl, where the hell are you?" Trish screamed at me through the phone.
"I covered for Mandy, she's on a date again. I broke up with Dallas." I told her, I heard her muffle something to Dez (he lives with me and Trish).
"Really? Finally! You can finally go out in a dress with no sleeves!" She squealed, I heard the clock tick - meaning...
I CAN GO HOME!
"Listen, I gotta go. I'll be home in about ten minutes." I say to her as I take off my green apron and hang it on mine and Mandy's hook.
"Okay, but... do you know what day it is?"
"Friday."
"PARTY DAY! You, me and Dez are going to the club and we are having a fun time!" She exclaimed through the phone. Oh. God.
"Okay, I have no dresses. Ooops. Can't go, sooorry..."
"You can borrow one've mine."
"Oh, crap."
We both hung up and I quickly got the keys from the drawer. I put the phone back into the socket on the wall and walked over to the back of the room, switching off the lights and locking the bathroom door. Then I opened the door and walked out with my purse, locking the door behind me.
Within ten minutes, I got home and saw Dez wasn't home yet - where was he?
"Ally! I've got you a dress! C'mere!" Trish called from her and Dez's bedroom. I walked through the porch and into the kitchen, and then wandered into the main room, our apartment is kind of weird. We have a bathroom, two bedrooms and a main room - that's basically a kitchen in one corner, the middle part is a dining room and then the living room at the other end. There's only one doorway, so yeah. It's weird, it's a weird apartment.
"ALLY!"
"I'M COMIN'!" I yelled back as I threw my keys into the fruit bowl in the dining room part.
I stalked into their bedroom and saw my outfit set out on the bed, it was a tight blue dress, no sleeves - cut off mid-thigh.
There's no way in hell.
"What? You think I'm going to that club? Trish, that's really sweet but I just got out of a relationship. I don't think I'm ready to go out to a club in a dress like that yet."
"Okay then, why don't me and Dez just go then." Trish suggested, I nodded my head.
And so began my months of depression...
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(1) I do not own Costa Coffee.