Disclaimer: I don't own Austin & Ally.
Be nice to my bird
"Be nice to my bird." Those five words have been pretty much the only thing on Trish' mind for the past 10 days.
Ally is on summer vacation in Italy with her parents so Trish is the one who take care of Ally's pet bird Owen.
Before she left, Ally went by Trish' house and left Owen there with the words "Be nice to my bird" the words that somehow keep Trish awake 24 / 7 since.
The reason this whole 'care for the best friend's bird thing' is making Trish so nervous is that she's afraid she'll mess up and somehow hurt Owen or even worse...get him killed.
Trish is on the couch in the living room, reading a fashion-magazine and Owen is in his cage on the table.
"Trish look weird." says Owen.
"Please...shut up!" says Trish, tired of hearing Ally's bird speaking.
"Trish is lazy." says Owen.
"Shut it, ya damn birdie!" says Trish. "I've been forced to listen to your damn voice for almost six fuckin' hours cause my mom told me to not leave the house today."
"Trish, you promised to be nice to my bird, remember?" says a vision of Ally in Trish' mind.
"Ally D, get out of my daydreams..." whines Trish out loud.
"Ally awesome. Trish lame." says Owen.
"Stupid bird." mumbles Trish in an angry tone.
"Stupid Trish. Stupid Trish." says Owen.
"Oh no!" says Trish.
"Cookie!" says Owen.
"Don't you dare calling me cookie!" says Trish.
"I really think the bird wants a cookie and not saying that you're a cookie." says Trish' dad as he enter the room.
"Dad, why can't the bird say something nice about me? Today's he's called me lame, stupid, weird and lazy and it's not even lunch-time yet." says Trish.
"Wish I could help, but I'm late for a meeting. See ya later, kid." says Trish' dad as he leave.
Trish gives Owen a cookie and she really hope that it will keep him silent for a while.
"Thanks!" says Owen as he begin to eat the cookie.
While Owen eat his cookie, Trish get to read her magazine in peace for 15 whole minutes.
Suddenly Trish' phone rings.
"This is Trish..."
"Hi, Trish! Ally D speakin'..."
"Ally, are you okay?"
"Sure! Let me tell you, Italy is so cool."
"Nice."
"Is my little bird okay? If he's hurt you'll face my anger when I get home, Trish."
"He's fine. He don't give me much time of peace, since he's talking so much, but aside from that things are okay."
"T, don't be mad at Owen. He's just a bit nervous when I'm not around."
"Okay! Bye, Ally!"
"Bye, Trish! Good luck!"
Two hour later.
Owen is asleep so Trish watch her favorite daytime TV-show and eat lots of junk-food.
"Trish, junk-food again? If you wanna lose fat you gotta stop eating such crap." says Trish' mom as she enter the room.
"I can't help it. This food may not be good for my body, but it taste so fuckin' good that I can't keep my hands off it." says Trish.
"Whatever..." says Trish' mom as she roll her eyes and leave the room.
"I wish healthy food could taste as good as junk-food. That way I could get skinny like Ally." says Trish to herself.
Little more than a week later Ally is back home and head over to get Owen at Trish' house.
"Owen, has Trish been nice to you?" says Ally.
"Trish, don't like when I talk. She never give me enough cookies and she tell me to shut up." says Owen.
"Trish! You were supposed to be nice to Owen, not scare him half to death!" says Ally in a hard angry tone.
"Ally...sorry..." says Trish. "I'm not good with animals. That's why I got fired from the pet store."
"That's no excuse, Trish! You're so worthless sometimes!" says an angry Ally as she grab Owen's cage and goes home.
"Ally, please..." says Trish in a sad voice. "I said I was sorry!"
The End.