Hello beautiful people! Yeah so I've been gone for awhile..., but I have a reason! School is about to end so my teacher's are doing their great talent of packing in everything at the last minute. And, not to mention the horrible writer's block I've had for EVERYTHING. I'm not even kidding I'm drawing blanks for everything, and if I get an idea it's horrible. So please bear with me. But anyway, this is going to be my new two-shot about a moment we can only dream about: Austin and Ally getting married. So... Enjoy!
Disclaimer: This is one thing I did not miss.
I woke up to the sun streaming in from the windows, filtering through the white curtains. I ruffled my blonde messy hair as I stretched out my arms and legs.
I looked over to see the brown hair of Ally Dawson, my fiańce.
I smiled as I rolled over and pushed her hair back and kissed her cheek. She smiled.
"Morning." She said, the sound of sleep still coating her voice. I grinned and kissed her as she turned over and smiled into the kiss.
"Morning." I said as I pulled back. She looked at me and her smile faded, being replaced by her brown eyes widening.
She squeaked—very cutely might I add—and pulled the comforter over her head.
"Ally?" I said worriedly, poking the sheet she was hiding under.
"Your not supposed to be here." She said. Her voice muffled through the sheet.
"But I live here." I said jokingly. "And I thought we had gotten past the 'You can't see me in the morning' phase of our relationship." I said slipping off the bed.
She scoffed. "Don't be cute." She said.
"Can't help it." I called walking into my closet.
"I told you that you couldn't see me at all the day before the wedding. It's bad luck." She said, her voice becoming clearer as the covers ruffled.
"No one better fall in the cake because you didn't listen to me." She said.
I laughed. "That would be pretty hilarious actually."
"Austin, please. Do this for me." She said sweetly, her voice sounding like it came from right outside the closet.
I sighed. "Ok. But just one look?" She laughed. "Fine."
I came out the closet and saw her leaning against the wall in a thin white nightgown. Her hair was in ringlets from not being brushed out and the thin white night gown hung on her shoulders.
"How am I going to stand not seeing my beautiful fiańce for a day?" I said wrapping my arms around her waist.
She smiled resting her hands on my chest. "I think you'll manage."
"Oh, I don't know." I said making her laugh. She went on her tip toes and kissed me, her lips perfectly fitting mine.
I felt her pull away, but kept my eyes closed. "Keep them closed, I can't see you either." I heard her say as her hand left my eyelids.
She turned me away, so when I opened my eyes I was facing the door. I opened it and stepped out, the door shutting firmly behind me.
"Ally?" I said through the door.
"Yes?"
"I didn't get to brush my teeth or shave or—" she cut me off by sticking her arm out the door with a bag in it.
"You can do it at Dez's house. Now go before Trish gets here." She said closing the door as I take the bag.
"I love you!" I call through the door and hear a laugh in response.
"I love you too, goofball. Now go." She says, her voice muffled by the door.
I laugh as I start to walk away and through the front door.
"Ally!" I hear, as I towel dry my hair in front of the miror.
"Bedroom!" I yell back as I walk out the bathroom already in my white tank top and blue jeans.
Trish's curly hair pops through the doorway followed by the rest of her as she comes excitedly into the room.
"Hey!" I said enthusiastically giving her a hug on my way to the closet. I pull down a thin white sweater, pulling it over my wet curls.
"Hey!" She replies. "Carrie and Kira should be here any minute so we can go to breakfast. Then we're going to the mall before the party tonight."
"Does it even count as a Bachlorette Party? I mean, since it's only the four of us?" I said. An incredolous look passes over my best friend's face.
"Of course it does! This is your last night of freedom before you get married! And it's going to be the best!" She said with wild hand gestures.
I smiled and rolled my eyes. The doorbell rang from downstairs alerting that my other two bridesmaids were here.
"Go let them in, I'll be down in a sec." I said. She walked out the door, leaving me alone in the bedroom.
I grabbed some boots and my keys, wallot, and phone before running off after her.
I bounded down the steps, boots in hand, and jumped down from the last step.
I made my way to the kitchen where I could hear the familiar voices, stopping just to put my boots on.
When I got there I was greeted by my two bridesmaids and my maid of honor.
"There's the special bride!" Carrie said hugging me first as she was closest to the door.
I had to lean up to hug her, since she was way taller than me.
Kira hugged me next, her dark curly hair tickling my bare shoulder where my sweater flopped off.
"We have the best day planned." Kira said grabbing a bottled water from the counter and taking a sip.
"Yeah! We're going to the mall, and getting our nails done, and then tonight we're—"
"Carrie!" Kira and Trish said together, throwing warning glares at the tall girl.
She looked at them. "What? I wasn't going to tell her! Just that it's a suprise! Yeesh." She said crossing her arms and leaning against the counter.
"Ooh yay! I love suprises." I said sliding my phone into my pocket.
"Well then come on, we have to go to every shop in the mall before they close." Kira said, grabbing her keys off the counter.
I looked at my watch. "But they just opened." I said, before Trish grabbed my arm.
"Exactly, now let's go!"
"Dez, where'd you go!?" I called shutting the sink water off and tapping the razor on the edge of the basin.
I grabbed a towel and dried my face, feeling clean as I finished my shower and my morning routine.
He peaked his red head through the door.
"I went to go let Dallas and Jace in, come on they brought breakfast." He says pulling his head out the doorway.
I follow after him bounding down the steps and walking to the kitchen.
Dallas is sitting on the counter and Jace is leaning on the fridge talking to him while Dez is intently studying the pink box of donuts.
"You looking for something buddy?" I say, grabbing a coffee off the table that has my order, decaf with cream and sugar.
"Yeah, jelly filled." He says, a triumphant look appearing on his face as he picks up one with no hole and a glazed top.
I chuckle at the look of love on his face as he bites into the donut.
"Does he even look at his girlfriend like that?" Jace says eyeing him suspicously.
"If she has food in her hands." I say walking over to Dallas and clapping hands with him before doing the same with Jace.
I lean on the counter next to him as Dez spins around with the box in hand.
"Not true. Anyway, are you ready for your Bachelor Party?" He says licking jelly off the corner of his mouth.
I take out a glazed chocolate donut and bite it. "Depends on what you have planned." I say after swallowing.
"After we finish here we're gonna go watch the game at Champy's. It ends at four cause it's already eleven." Dallas says taking a drink out of his coffee before biting into a glazed donut.
"Then we have to go pick up our suits since we forgot to do it, and if we don't Ally will phisically kill us." Dez says with a look like he's contemplating his next bite of his donut.
"Then tonight is a suprise." Jace finishes before putting the rest of his donut in his mouth.
"I hate suprises." I said taking a gulp of my coffee to wash my donut down.
"Well then pretend you like them. Come on the pre-game show is about to start." Dallas said hopping down from the counter.
Dez started walking out the door, before he paused, turning around and grabbing the box of donuts and his coffee before heading out.
I shook my head as I followed after, Dallas and Jace following behind.
"So, why did you guys make me change at the mall?" I said looking over at Trish in the driver's seat.
Kira and Carrie popped their heads forward from the back. "We changed too." Carrie says, gesturing to her new sparkly outfit.
I swear her and Dez are perfect for each other.
"That still doesn't answer my question." I said, smoothing out the make believe wrinkles in my romper. I usually hate these, but Kira found one that was ruffly enough it looked like a dress.
"The magic's in the mystery Ally." Trish said, turning a corner.
Colorful spotlights danced in the distance as a group of people stood outside.
I groaned as I turned to look at my best friend. "Trish, you know I hate clubs." I said pushing a curl out of my face.
"Ally, it's your Bachlorette party! Loosen up a little, for me?" She begged. "I am determined to at least get you one tequila shot tonight." She added.
"I've never had one." I said sheepishly.
"Exactly." They all chorused at once.
"Plus, your really hilarious when your drunk." Kira added.
I turned to look at her. "That, was a one time thing. And it was all your fault." A faux look of hurt passed over her face.
"It wasn't all my fault, Trish had a part in it too." She laughed.
"Hey, it's not my fault she has a low alchol tolerance threshold." Trish said defending herself.
"Well at least I had nothing to do with it." Carrie said looking at her freshly painted nails.
"Please! You were there too. You were our failed designated driver. So now you have to redeem yourself." Trish said parking the car.
"Ugh, fine. But your doing it next time." Carrie said as we all got out of the car.
We walked to the front of the booming building, strobe lights blinking through the windows.
"Names." The bouncer said, keeping eye contact with the clipboard.
"Bachlorette Party group." Trish says boredly, a hand perched on her hip.
He looks up then and smiles. "Who's the lucky one?" He says his eyes trailing over all of us.
"Me." I say quietly.
He grabs the red rope and gestures in, "Have fun."
"That was a good game. They should have gone into overtime though." Dallas says as we walk out of the resturant.
"Yeah, that was totally a foul against Thomas when he blocked Cole for that basket." Jace said aggreeing with him.
"So what amazing plan do you guys have next?" I said sarcastically. They laughed as we turned a corner.
"It's a suprise." Dez said impatiently.
"Why are we walking to my suprise? We need the car to get to the hotel so we can check in for tomorrow." I said matter of factly.
"Don't worry about it, we got it covered. All you need to worry about is this." Dallas said gesturing to the building in front of us.
I shook my head as I recognized the flashing neon lights of the casino in front of us.
"Guys, you know I hate gambling as much as I used to hate umbrellas." I say, earning a questioning look from Jace and Dallas.
"Long story." I say absentmindedly. "We are not going to the casino dude." I say to Dallas who's standing by my side.
He starts walking forward. "Come on! It's your last night of freedom. Have a little fun, huh?" Dez says pulling me along.
"Your horrible at gambling." I say to the red head as we come upon the doors.
"True. But my best friend isn't." He says as we walk through the doors.
"Come on, Ally! You can do this!" Trish encourages along with the rest of the people at the bar. The bar tender, Travis, pushes a lime slice, salt, and a tequila shot towards me.
I look at the combination hesitantly. "How do I do this again?" I ask, pushing my Shirley Temple to the side.
"Salt your wrist, then drink the shot fast and bite down on the lime." Travis says slowly. "Very simple."
"Not for someone who's never done this before." I said, before shaking salt on my right wrist and then grabbing the lime between my fingers. I grab the tiny glass.
"Count me down." I said, shutting my eyes with a deep breath.
"5. 4. 3. 2. 1!" They shout before I quickly lick the salt and swallow the clear liquid before biting down on the citrus fruit.
I scrunch my face as the lime juice spreads through my mouth and I hear a chorus of cheers around me.
I take a sip of my Shirley Temple, washing my mouth out. I open my eyes to see Travis grinning at me.
"I need a coke." I said, dazed from the buzz of the shot.
As he streams the coke into a icy glass, I notice that my three best friends are conviniently missing.
"Oh, no." I said sliding off the high chair in front of the bar.
"What's wrong?" Travis asks, sliding the coke in my direction.
I look through the mess of dancing bodies and do not see one spot of my friends.
"I kinda lost my bridesmaids." I said turning back to the bar. "Can you tell me if you hear any Spanish or see shiny clothes anywhere? Or see anyone—" I say before turning around my eyes widening.
"Crowd surfing." I said. "That's a new one." I turn around to look at the bar tender. "Be right back."
I thread my way through the crowd swiftly, trying to get to my best friends as fast as possible.
I try to get their attention, but they are currently on top of the crowd.
I finally get under Carrie and pull on her neon jean pocket. "Oh, hey Ally!" She slurs as I pull her down.
"How on earth did you three get on top of the crowd?" I reply, trying to locate the other two.
"Funny story actually," She started, but was interrupted by major obscenities in Spanish.
"Found Trish. Stay here." I said before running off after the latina.
I got to Trish just in time to see her throw a glass of pink liquid on a very well dressed guy. A very red and angry well dressed guy.
I grabbed her arm and spun her to face me. Her eyes dulled the anger when she saw me, but did not rid it completely.
"Ay, amiga! This..." She started, a string of spanish words flying off her lips that I only half understood.
"Ok, I get it, your upset, but we need to go before you break one of his limbs or something." I said grabbing her arm.
I turned to the guy that was currently wearing her drink. "Sorry." I said before hastily pulling her away towards where I left Carrie.
She was standing right where I left her. "Carrie?" She turned to me. "Oh, good, your back. You told me to stay so I didn't move. That was hard work." She said running a hand through her hair.
"Where's Kira?" Trish said, stumbling behind me.
"I was going to ask you that." I said pulling her to the bar to see Kira twirling a fancy drink.
I grabbed it from her. "Give me that." I took a gulp out of it and swallowed, before gagging on the taste.
"What the hell is this?" I said disgustingly setting it down on the table.
Kira plucked the umbrella from the drink and licked the toothpick.
"Sex on the Beach." She said looking dreamily at Travis over the bar who just grinned and shook his head.
I looked at him and set a credit card on the counter. "Thank you, for, looking after her." I said as he swiped the gold card and handed it back to me.
"All part of the job description." He said smiling.
"Come on Dallas, get in the car." I heard Dez grunt on the otherside of the car.
"How on earth do you get drunk at a Casino?" Jace said, eyeing the struggle Dez was having with a slightly intoxicated Dallas.
"Not the first time actually." Jace looked at me.
"He wanted to go for his birtday this year, even though we tried to convince him not too. The bartender apparently really likes him, because every time he goes, similar scenarios happen." I said tilting my head at the water bottle in the front seat.
"Hey, Dez. Is he in the car yet?" I questioned, rounding the car with Jace in tow.
"Almost." He said. I took his place and opened the water bottle. I looked in the car and got a clear view of his face.
I splashed the bottles contents in the face of the brunette, recieving a satisfying reaction.
He jumped, rubbing the water from his eyes. His brown eyes cleared up considerably, enough to see that he was aware of the situation.
He looked at us. "I did it again didn't I?" He said looking down at his soaked dress shirt.
"That you did, buddy." Dez said getting in the driver's seat.
I went to the passenger side, and Jace slid in the back on the other side of Dallas.
"Off to the Hotel." Said Dez pulling out of the parking lot and into the night.
I leaned against the door to the suite, blowing a tress of hair out of my face.
I pushed off the door, kicking off the monstrous boots that have been hurting my feet all night, and flop on to the bed.
The bed was covered in black sheets, the pillows with gold trim and tassels. The bed was big enough for at least three people to fit, and as I lay there, it felt empty.
I could almost here his footsteps in the connecting room.
God, I missed him.
I wasn't going to see him till I walked down the isle tomorrow, and my heart literally pained at the thought.
A knock sounded on the door to the connecting room, making me spring up.
"Ally? You in there?" I exhaled in relief, for I don't know what.
I walked over to the door that connected his room to mine and leaned against it.
"Yeah." I said quietly, but loud enough so he could hear me.
He exhaled too. "How was your party?" He said.
I scoffed and slid down the door. "Nothing was accomplished. Except that Trish convinced me to take a tequila shot."
He laughed. "The guys took me to the casino." He said, as I felt him slide down the door too.
"But you hate gambling. Though your scary good at it."
"Exactly."
I laughed. I felt him laugh through the door, the rumble reverberating through me.
"I missed you, all day." I said suddenly, closing my eyes.
"Would it be to cliché if I said that I couldn't stop thinking about you?" He said, his voice sincere through the door.
"I think we passed the cliché line along time ago to be honest." I said making him laugh again.
"I hate this." He said, thumping his head against the wall.
"Hate what?" I said innocently, even though I knew exactly what he was talking about.
"That I can't see your face and only hear your voice. Whoa, that's good. You should right that down." He said excitedly.
I laughed. "I will. Right after I get rid of the urge to break the door down and kiss you." I said jokingly.
He didn't respond. At least not right away.
There was some ruffling and getting up. And suddenly the door opened behind me and I had to catch myself from not falling.
I spun around and looked at the blonde, a smile threatning my lips.
"You really shouldn't say stuff like that when we're on strict no eye contact rules." He said reaching a hand out to help me up.
I took it gracefully, and turned towards my desk walking towards it, trying not to look at my fiańce that was standing in my doorway.
I set my phone and my valuables down on the desk, fiddling with the buttons on the alarm clock.
Strong, sturdy arms snaked around my waist as a chin landed on my shoulder.
"Ally..." He whispered into my ear, his voice huskier than usual.
"Mmhhmm?" I said, trying to slow down the rapid pace of my heart. I was half sure he could hear it.
"If I could see you right now," He started to say,
"Your cheeks would probably be strawberry red, and you'd be biting your lip." He said, describing the exact look on my face.
He turned me around in his arms before I had time to wipe the look off my face.
"I was right." He said triumphantly.
"Would you like an award?" I said widening my eyes and tilting my head. I fluttered my eyelashes for extra effect.
I threaded my arms around him so that they were inside his jacket. It brought me closer to him pushing him back a step.
"What happened to the whole, 'Luck of the Bride' thing you were telling me?" He said, a smirk tugging on the corner of his mouth.
I shrugged my shoulders, laying him back against the pillows.
"I never believed in that anyway."