Alright everyone! I am officially back! And here is my first ever Auslly story! Yay! I haven't posted for quite some time now... Ha ha, too busy reading and sleeping every second of the day! This story does involve cursing so...if you're not comfortable with that, I apologize. So, here is chapter one of Forget Forever.
Ally's P.O.V. (20 years old)
''Forgiving'. That's how Austin Moon described me, forgiving. On live TV, in front of thousands of people watching, in the audience or not. Forgiving. And I know exactly why he said it too. He wants me to forgive him. Forgive him for the birthday he missed. For the movie nights he never showed up to. For every date he was late to. But I'll never forgive him, not in a million years. I despise Austin Monica Moon. I absolutely hate him with a burning passion! I-' I stopped writing there because I had torn a hole in the page from writing too hard. I stared at the words I had written. They were somewhat smudged because of my tears. I hadn't even realized I was crying. I quickly wiped away all my tears. I closed my book and set it on my nightstand. "Forgiving my ass!" I spat. "I'm not ever forgiving you Austin, never." I sighed and fell back on my bed. My orange bed. Ah, orange...Austin's favorite color. "Damn it! Every time I forget about him he pops back into my mind! What the hell?!" I groaned and threw a pillow over my face. An orange pillow. Oh come on, really?! I have got to get a new bed spread and pillows! I then sat up, the pillow falling off my face and onto the floor. Suddenly my phone rang and I jumped. I looked at the color ID. Trish. I sighed and answered the phone. "What's up Trish?" I wondered sadly. "Oh my fucking god! Did you see the newest episode of the Wanda Watson show?!" She shouted. I winced at her harsh language. I mean, I know I cursed, but Trish used way worse words than me. "Yes Trish, yes I did." I replied glumly. She sighed. "I'm sorry, Alls. I'm sorry you had to see his stupid jerky face, and hear his stupid jerky voice, and listen to that stupid jerky-" I cut her off. "God Trish, I get it! Everything about Austin is stupid and jerky! You don't have to explain every bitching detail!" I screeched. Hm, maybe my cursing isn't any better than Trish's... The other end of the line was silent for quite some time. I started to wonder is Trish was still there. "Trish? Look, I'm sorry for snapping at you, but you know how I feel about even speaking about Austin. It makes me say and do things I don't mean, I'm sorry." ...Silence... "Trish? Are you there?" I asked. I was choking up. I closed my eyes pulled the phone from my ear, ending the call. I let a few tears fall and put my phone on it's charger.
15 minutes later...
After I brushed my teeth and got into my pajamas I hid under my covers. I clapped my hands and the lights went out. Technology these days... I curled up in a tight little ball and cried to the point of almost falling asleep. But someone had to knock on the door. I groaned and shouted to no one in particular, "Why won't the world just go away?!" I got out of bed, slipped my slippers and a cozy robe on, and checked to see who was at the door. I opened it to reveal Trish. I could see every breath she took because it was so cold. December, 6 days before Christmas to be exact. I stared at her for a minute then let her in. She's changed so much over the years. She was WAY skinnier, her hair was much shorter, she was much taller, and her style had changed to something a little more mature. Where as I about the same weight, my hair was a lot longer, I was about the same height as Trish, and my style was I guess a little more mature too. So really the only thing that's changed about me was my height, my style, and my hair. I closed the door awkwardly and faced my best friend. I knew she knew I was crying, so she spread her arms. I dashed towards her and hugged her tight, letting the tears that never fell, fall. "Why does it hurt so much?" I asked in between sobs. She stroked my hair and sat me down on the couch. "Because you're not over him, Ally." She responded after a long pause. I pulled away and wiped away my tears. "The hell if I'm not! I don't give a shit about him, and I never will again." I protested. When I looked at Trish I saw she was on her phone. She handed the phone to me a few seconds later. "Then you don't mind if I ask him this?" I looked at the text, 'Are you still in love with Ally?' My eyes widened."Psh, not at all! I'll even send it for you!" I hit the send button, immediately regretting it. I handed her the phone with a shaky hand. "Ally, your hand is shaking." Trish said. I stared at her but didn't say anything. I finally snapped out of it and hit her on the arm. "Why the hell did you make me do that?!" I asked angrily. She laughed. "You did it yourself Ally. Because you wanted to know the answer. Because you're still in love with him." She stood up and gave me a comforting hug. "I'll see ya later, Alls." She pulled away and smiled at me, then made her way to the door. Her phone beeped right as she was about to grab the door handle. She stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes widening. I stood up. "Trish, what's wrong?" I asked. She looked at me and laughed nervously. "Um...n-nothing. I'll um...I'll see you later. Bye." She opened the door and rushed to her car. I closed the door and shook my head. "What was that all about?" I mumbled to myself. I trotted up the stairs and into my bedroom. Taking off my slippers and my robe, I slipped back into the bed.
Trish's P.O.V. (21 years old)
'I think so. Why do you ask?' I stared at the message on my phone. The message from Austin. "I think so..." I murmured. I started the car and drove to my house. I arrived 15 minutes later. I rushed inside and sat on my living room couch, dialing Austin's number. "Come on, come on, pick up!" I said to myself. he answered 4 rings later. "Hello?" He said. "AUSTIN MONICA MOON! WHY THE HELL DIDN'T YOU TELL ME SOONER?!" I screamed. He sighed. "Trish, I said I think so. I didn't say I did." He responded. "WHO CARES?! I KNOW YOU WELL ENOUGH TO KNOW THAT WHENEVER YOU SAY 'I think so', IT MEANS YOU DO!" I said in a puff. "God damn it, Trish, stop yelling, okay? I'm just as confused as you are." I could practically hear him running his hand through his hair nervously, a nasty habit of his that never seemed to go away. "I don't know what to do, Trish." I could tell he was trying to stay strong, but his voice cracked. "I've never fallen so hard for someone. And the fact that Ally and I haven't seen each other in person for a year...it just breaks my heart. Into a million tiny pieces!" He was full-on crying now. "I-I just...Ally's too s-special t-to...I-I c-can't let her g-go. P-please help me g-get her back!" He pleaded in between sobs. I frowned, pity the only thing I was feeling. "I wish I could Austin, but you hurt her-" He cut me off. "I know! But I...I need her! I n-need her to kn-know how I feel about h-her!" I sighed. "I can't do anything, Austin. The only one who can do something is you. Goodbye." I hung up the phone and got ready for a restless sleep.
Austin's P.O.V. (21 years old)
"B-but Trish, I-" The line went dead. I cried myself to sleep that night. I screwed everything up, and for what? Some stupid world tour?! That world tour doesn't mean shit if I hurt Ally! I dreamed that Ally and I were together. We were happy. She got accepted to music school. I was angry. She was crying. I broke up with her. She left. I was a mess. She came back a year later. I wouldn't take her back. The next day on the news, Ally's reported missing. 1 week later she was found dead with a letter in her hand. It said I was the reason why she- "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" I screamed bolting upright in my bed. I was sweating and I was tangled up in the sheets. I scrambled out of bed but tripped on something that was shoved halfway under my bed. I stooped down and pushed the thing under my bed. A shoe box marked 'Austin's Memories'. I couldn't help myself, I opened it. A photo from my graduation. My diploma. My college acceptance letter. "I never did finish college..." I mumbled to myself. My school pictures from kindergarten to 12th grade. Basically everything else in there was pictures. "Jeez, picture after picture after...after a small box?" I stared at it confusedly. "What is this...?" I asked myself. Then it all came rushing back to me. Ally gave it to me right before I left for my tour. I remember exactly what happened as she handed me the tiny gift.
'"As angry as I am with you, Austin, I'm still happy for you." She was crying. "I want you to take this. But do not, I repeat, do not open until you come back home." I was staring at her with sad eyes. "Why not?"I asked. She sighed. "Please Austin. Please just trust me on this one." She whispered. I nodded my head and reached for a goodbye kiss, but she backed up, stared at me for a moment, and ran off. "Ally, wait!" I called.'
I was close to crying. I've been home for 2 weeks and I still haven't opened it. To be honest, I forgot about it completely. "Why was this in my memories box...?" I wondered aloud. I closed my eyes for a moment, preparing myself for whatever was in this box. When I finally opened it I couldn't stop the gasp from coming out of my mouth. "Oh my god...A key." I whispered. I can't believe she got a key! Does this mean what I think it means?! I placed the key gently back into the box and hurriedly got dressed. After my outfit was complete I racked my brain for Ally's address. When I thought I had the right one I grabbed my keys and Ally's gift and rushed to my car.
After getting lost 3 times...
When I finally arrived at Ally's house (hopefully), I parked my car and grabbed the box. "Okay, Austin. You can do this." I looked at the car in the driveway. It was Ally's. I silently thanked God that this was the right place. I hopped out of my car and walked slowly to Ally's door. As I raised my hand to knock, the door flew open to reveal a drop dead gorgeous Allyson Dawson. I swear my mouth hit the floor."Austin...Nice to see you again." She said after a very awkward silence. I blinked a couple of times. "Um...yeah, Ally...Ally, I can't tell you how sorry I am. I missed you so much." I replied. When she didn't respond my confidence dropped by like 75%. "Can I come in?" I asked, embarrassed. "Austin..." She trailed. She looked directly into my mocha eyes and pleaded with me, "Austin, please don't use the puppy dog eyes." I continued to stare at her with a pleading look on my face. She finally caved. "Fine." She opened the door wider and I stepped inside. "Wow, nothing's changed." I said smiling. "Yeah." She mumbled, taking a seat on her couch. I sat down next to her, apparently too close for comfort because she scooted farther away from me, causing me to sigh. "I just wanted you to know that I opened the box." I said, snapping my head toward her to see her reaction. She seemed to be very interested in her hands so I grabbed them and asked sternly, "Ally, why did you get a key?" She opened her mouth to say something but closed it. She finally responded. "Because...because I wanted to settle down with you, Austin. I'd been saving it for our 3 year anniversary, but you left. So I figured it would never happen. God, I regretted giving that key to you the minute you left. I thought you'd just forget about me giving it to you and never open it, so I was home free. But of course, you had to remember!" She complained, burying her face in her hands. I sighed. "Ally, I want that too! I-I want to be with you! I know I made promises I couldn't keep while I was gone but-" Ally cut me off. "You did more than just break promises, Austin! You forgot my birthday! Every time you said you were available you weren't! Every time you said you could come see me you couldn't! for God's sake, Austin, YOU FORGOT OUR FUCKING ANNIVERSARY!" She screamed at me. I hung my head in shame, tears stinging my eyes. "I get it, Ally, I do! But, baby-" She laughed bitterly. "Oh, so you thought you could just come over here, apologize for all the shit you put me through, and I'd still be your baby?!" She asked. "W-What?" I wondered. It sounds like- "We're done, Austin. Okay, we're over!" She shouted at me. Yup, that's what it sounded like. "Ally, please don't do this!" I whimpered. "I swear, I'll do everything in my power to make this right! I'll make up for all of it! For all the lost time, and the times I never called. The important things I missed, and our dates! I promise you, I-I can fix this!" At this point I was on my knees, tears streaming down my face. "No. No, Austin, you can't fix this. Not this time. I've given you chance after chance after chance, and you've run out. I'm done, Austin. I'm done with all of it." With that, she stepped over me and headed for the door. "Oh, and one more thing. Tell Satan I said 'hey' when you rot in hell."