Ehehehe(: I just love writing cruise stories:) I know you people are probably like, "Why are you starting a new story?" "You haven't finished either of your other stories!"

Well, to tell you lovelies the truth, I'm not gonna be writing AAA anymore. And Is There Hope only has two chapters to go. I'll try to get one of them up today (11/4/12)

Just so y'all know, I'm using one of the three cruise ships I've been on as the setting.

This one is the Carnival Victory.

"Ally, dear!" Lester called up the stairs. "Hurry up!"

"Sorry, dad!" The brunette yelled back while applying the finishing touches of makeup to her face. Do I look desperate? I hope I don't. But, cruise ships mean hot guys right? Gotta look pretty...

Damn my teenage hormones...

As she slipped on a pair of Rainbows(1), she grabbed the handles of her two suitcases, slung her carry-on bookbag over her shoulder, and rushed down the stairs, skidding to a halt at the bottom. "Hey Ally-Cat, you ready?" Her dad threw an arm around her shoulders and steered her out the door.

"Dad," She tried her best to stop his pushing. "Aren't you forgetting something?" Ally stifled a chuckle.

"Huh?" Lester looked himself over. "Uh, pants, shirt, shoes-" He opened his pants. "Underwear... Ally, honey, I think I'm good."

"Yeah, you're good if you plan on wearing that the whole trip..." Ally smiled.

"Ah, crap!" Mr. Dawson cried as he felt around in his pockets for his house keys.

A minute later, he rushed back outside and loaded all of their bags in the trunk of the tiny SmartCar(2) he drove everywhere. Except one. When he reached for the bag tossed over Ally's shoulders, she recoiled from his touch. "Don't touch it," She hissed.

Ally clambered into the front seat and yanked her seatbelt across her body. Damn this tiny car, I have no elbow room whatsoever. She fumbled with trying to get her phone from her back pocket, and almost gave up, when her fingers finally wrapped around the case. "Gotcha," she whispered. Her thumbs flew across the tiny keyboard.

Hey Trish(:

Hey cupcake;)

We're off...:3

Don't forget me, love!

Trish, we're only gonna be gone for a week...

Text me every chance you get, k?

The ship doesn't have cell service...

I don't care! I want texts!

Will e-mail work?

I guess...

Hey, you take care of my baby while I'm gone.

Don't worry, Owen's safe with me.

I know, just wanted to make sure(;

"Damn!"

Ally was jostled from her conversation as her father slammed the brakes on the car. She lurched forward in her seat, and choked as the seatbelt caught and held her back.

"Watch where you're fucking going asswipe!" Her dad screamed out the window, then flipped the other driver the bird.

Ally couldn't help but laugh at his road rage.

Ding!

Ally glanced down at her phone.

Hey sugarpie:)

Hey Cass!

So, the great Ally Dawson is off at sea for the week?

Yep!

So... Does this mean no raves at your house?

Throw one if you want, just clean up the mess.

You serious?

Hell, no, honey. You ain't stepping foot in my house:3

Well, I love you too! -.-

Aww, thank you!

Yeah, yeah, whatever.

Aw, just kidding dear. I love you?

I love you, too, bear. Have fun on your trip. Don't be sleeping with no ugly ass guy.

Ally's cheeks burned at Cassidy's comment.

Of course she wasn't gonna sleep with no ugly ass guy.

She wasn't gonna sleep with any guy, for that matter. Nope, she was waiting until she was married.

"To hell with this traffic!" Lester yelled and flammed his fist down on the horn.

BBBBBBBBBBBAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Ally rolled her eyes at his reactions. Middle-aged men...

She slipped the earbuds of her iPod into her ears. The wonderful voice of Michael Jackson filled her ears.

"Billie Jean is not my lover. She's just a girl who claims that I am the one. But, the kid is not my son." Ally quietly sang along, barely above a whisper. Suddenly, she gasped. "Dad!"

"What?!" He asked worriedly, was she hurt?

"We have to turn around!" Ally tried to grab the steering wheel.

"Why, honey?" He smacked her hand away.

"I left my guitar at home!"

Lester almost busted a gut laughing. "I knew you would, honey..."

"Dad! It's not funny!" Tears began to skate across the surface of her eyes.

"It's in the trunk," Lester's face got serious. "I packed it in there yesterday after you went to bed."

"Thank you, daddy," She breathed.

(Mwahahaha, one of my famous time changes here)

And hour-and many cuss words-later, Ally and her dad were going through security in the harbor dockhouse. Ally piled her guitar, (which, thankfully, her dad did bring) two suitcases, and reluctantly her carry on bag onto the conveyer belt. This was the last time she would see them until they were delivered to her stateroom.

Ally was all alone in the elevator, tapping her foot lightly-

(Can't this thing move any faster?)

-when a boy with dirty blonde hair entered.

(Nevermind, move as slow as possible, PLEASE!)

The boy was quite attractive, though he wasn't quite...muscular. He wore a black and blue button down shirt-top two buttons open-and a pair of black jeans. Ally lifted her head and quickly and smiled at him. "What deck?" She asked, moving over to punch the button of whatever level he said.

"U Deck, please, Miss," He clasped his hands behind his back, and very awkwardly rocked back and forth. Heel. Toe. Heel. Toe. Heel. Toe.

"Ally," She said.

The boy looked at her with hazel eyes full of confusion.

"You called me Miss, but I prefer Ally," She shrugged and smiled sheepishly. "If you would, please."

"Riker(3)," The boy stuck his hand out, and Ally gladly wrapped-or tried too-her small hand around his rather large one. She could feel the callus(4) on them.

"You play guitar, don't you?" She cocked her head to the side as she asked.

"Well, yes," He furrowed his eyebrows. "How could you tell?"

"Your hands," She gestured to their hands, still clasped together. Awkwardly, they both pulled away.

Ding!

Ally breathed what she hoped was an inaudible sigh as the lift stopped at her destination-E Deck. "Bye," She squeaked as she exited the elevator.

102, 104, 106, 108, 110, 112, 114, 116, oh, 118. (5)

Ally removed the card, which would serve as her ticket on and off this ship and her room key for the duration of the trip, from her pocket. She slipped the blue piece of plastic into the slot on the door, then removed it. The light flashed red. She tried again. Red. And again. Red. A hand grabbed the card from behind her. Ally spun around quickly and came to this face-to-face with a familiar color of hazel. Although, a quick search of the face told her it was not Riker.

"Need some help?" A cocky voice asked.

"Yes, please, if you would," Ally scooted out of the way.

The guy quickly stuck the roomkey into the door and removed it. The light flashed green.

Ally quickly pushed the door open, and stepped inside. As she closed the door, a foot shoved its way inside.

"What, no 'thank you?'" The same cocky voice asked.

"It's hard to thank someone properly without knowing their name," Ally replied.

"Austin," He sent her a genuine smile, then just had to ruin it by putting his hand to his ear and saying: "Now, what was it you were going to say to me?"

"Thank you, Austin," Ally kicked his foot through the doorway and shut the door.

The nerve of some people...

Soooooooo... How was it?

Free invisible llamas to anyone who reviews:3

I'm gonna get better with the number thing.

(1)- I don't own the flip-flop label Rainbows.

(2)-I don't own SmartCars, but aren't they adorable?

(3)-Heehee, thought it was gonna be Austin, didn't ya?

(4)-Did I spell callus right? I don't think I did...

(5)- I forgot how the rooms were labeled on the ship, and the decks for that matter...

I promise I'll get a new chapter of Is There Hope up today, in fact, I'm typing it when I upload this...

I love you all.

Every single one of you.

Don't you ever doubt it.

-Cass