GUYS!I got my laptop taken away and iPod and it was just pure torture! I dont understand how I survived before this! Okay! Has anyone else seen the mini byte for the Austin&Ally/Jessie crossover? I love the part where Austin asks Ally if this is really happening! But I hate that Ally basically gets pushed aside by Jessie, it't like WTF?! It's AUSTIN&ALLY not Austin&Jessie&Ally!? See it doesn't even sound right! GAHHHH! *Takes a deep breath* I'm okay. now onto my new story that I've been promising to write.
Ally's POV-
"Paris? They're really making you move and go to school in Paris?" My best friend, Dani, asked me as her eyes followed me pacing around the room.
"Yup." I replied, making a popping sound with the 'p'. "Pretty much."
"I don't get it," She crossed her legs.
I looked bacck at her. "What?"
"You, Allyson Marie Dawson, although against your own will, are going to school and practically live in the Paris, internationally known as Paris. Not Texas, but France. The place where the Eiffel Tower and Arc de Triomphe resides. Moulin Rouge, Marie Antoinette, and," Dani put a great deal of emphisis on 'and', "You're complaining?" She sounded completely perplexed.
I sighed. This girl can convince me to do anything. She's practically my twin, but yet, we are both completely different. Sure we both have brown hair, although i recently had it done ombre style, brown eyes and not to mention we constantly compete to see who would be the top of the class and our love of music.
"You know, your reasoning will bring the death of me one day," I told her. She smiled.
"But you love me anyway." Dani chirped.
"Eh," I shrugged. "Sad, but true." She playfully rolled her eyes.
"So, how are you planning on telling Dallas?" Silence. "You are going to tell him right?"
"I...kinda sorta...don't. Particularlly-" I stuttered.
"Ally." She said sternly. I sighed.
"I just don't know how to tell him." I confessed.
"You can't just leave without telling him! You're practically dating!" She reasoned. "And you don't want him to get the wrong idea when he sees you eating some French hottie's face off, now do you?"
"You're right," I admitted.
"Of course I'm right." She smirked.
"Dani, how do you do it?" I asked her mockingly.
"It's a gift, really." She returned and flipped her hair over her shoulder. We got up and started walking downt the step.
"And I'm not going to eat some French guy's face off!" I defended. She only chuckled as she went ahead of me.
"Sure, Ally, sure." Dani hollered back.
"I'm not!" I insisted.
"Whatever makes you happy."
A week later...
"Ally?" My mom peaked her head into my room. "Are you ready, honey?"
"As ready as I'll ever be," I mumbled back. I lifed the handle of one of my suitcases and slung my duffle bag over my shoulder while my mom took my other 2 suitcases. Hey, I'm a girl that's going to Paris for the whole school year, so I might as well pack a lot of stuff. I let my mother lead the way to the car, as I trudged slowly behind her.
"Oh, sweetie, it won't be that bad," My mother insisted for the 6th time today.
"It's only for a while," my dad added. "You know how busy I am with the convestions I have and your mother constantly travelling for her books, we don't want you to feel lonely."
"So, by doing that, you're sending me to Paris... alone." I was still trying to comprehend on how this could possibly make any sense.
"Well, we wanted you to socialize and talk to people." My mom confessed.
"But I can already do that here with the friends I have here," I whined. My mom caressed my hair.
"we just want you to be a little more open, Ally. You're growing up now and you need to learn to become your own person." My dad explained.
"Whatever." I huffed out and walked out to the car. Dani, Dallas, and Casey, my other best friend, were waiting outside for me.
"Call me when you get there." Casey hugged me tightly and I nodded and smiled.
"If you spot any hot French guys, call me ASAP!" Dani cried out. I rolled my eyes before I laughed and embraced her. Then I moved on to Dallas.
"Don't forget about me, Gator." He smiled and I lightly kissed his cheek.
"Of course not." I assured him. I waved goodbye to all of them and thought of my new life in Paris.
A Few Hours Later...
"Bonjour! And welcome to Paris!" The captain greeted as the plane, not so smoothly, landed on teh runway.
I stepped out of the terminal and looked around.
It's okay, Ally. Calm down. No need...to panic. Your parents have just abandoned you and now you're all alone in Parise. Everything's fine! I reassured himself. Nope, everything is not fine! You can go ahead and panic now.
I quickly grabbed my luggage out of the baggage claim and waited outside for a taxi. An English-French translation book in my hand. I climbed into the taxi and the driver spoke something in French.
"I'm sorry, what did you say?" I asked politely. Man, how embarassing. I'm so going to stick out like a sore thumb.
"Oh, you're American," He said in a thick French accent.
"Am I that obvious?" I asked. He chuckled.
"It's alright. I've run into many tourists, so I speak a few languages." I'm not sure whether to be confused, relieved or offended. "So where to, mademoiselle?"
"Um," I looked at my piece of paper. "The performing arts academy, I don't really know how to pronounce it."
"Oh, you mean, Exprimez Votre Talent." He guessed. I nodded. "You're attending this year? You must be very talented then."
"What do you mean?" I questioned.
"I 'eard ziz year, it was nearly impossible for new comerz to make it in." He explained. "Congradulations."
"Oh, thank you, I guess." I saw him nod. The rest of the ride was pretty quiet from then on. Finally we reached a modern yet sophisticated looking building. Or should I say buildings. I kinda felt like Harry right then. Potter, not Styles. Harry Potter.
"'Ere you are, mademoiselle. Enjoy your stay in Paris," The driver said. He helped me unload my backs from the trunk, I thanked him and then he was off.
I walked inside and everything was so beautiful. A chandelier hung from the ceiling in the center of the lobby. Music note patterned rugs. Cameras and canvas paintings everywhere.
"May I help you, miss?" A man from the desk asked, bringing me out of my gawking. "Beautiful isn't it? We had it just redecorated this summer. Much better than last year, if you ask me." He had a very refined British accent.
"Yes, it is very beautiful." I nodded, continuing to look around. He suddenly clapped his hands together.
"Well, may I have your name please?" He asked.
"Ally Dawson." I answered. He clicked the mouse a few times and by the facial expression he made, my guess is that he found my name.
"Ah, 'ere you are, Miss Dawson." He stepped out from behind the counter and ushered me to follow him. "This way to your room, please."
And so I did. Occasionally, I received glances from people but not too many. The man stopped in front of a dorm door. R4.
"This is your dorm, Miss Dawson. Please feel free to come and ask me about anything if you are having any trouble. My name is Ellington by the way." He introduced himself and scurried off back to the lobby, I used the key he just handed me to unlock the door. I walked in an dthe first thing I see is a small living room and in the corner, a queen sized bed.
I dropped all of my stuff and inspected the whole room. Don't get me wrong, it's amazing and all, but it's just too much to handle right now. I broke down into tears and I basically raced to sink in the bathroom and tried to refresh my face, but instead the water sprayed onto my shirt.
By now I realized that so many teenagers would kill to be in my position. To be in Paris, an incredibly enchanting city, in an amazing room and without any parents what so ever.
God, I feel so pathetic right now, so in effort to calm down, I began to unpack my suitcases. I picked up my picture of me, Dani, Dallas, Casey, and her bother Tyler when we went to Six Flags(1) and put it on top of my drawer. That's when my eyes started to water again.
Just then, I heard a knocking sound on a door.
Just leave it. It's not my door. I thought to myself. But again, I heard it I walked closer to it.
"Hello?" A girl's voice came through the door from the hallway. She knocked again. "Are you okay?"
I'm not okay. Just leave me ALONE! I just want to be alone. Of course, I didn't say it out loud. I slouched back onto my bed, hoping she was going to give up and go back to whatever she was doing. Unfortunately, she kept knocking. So I obliged myself to get up and finally answer the door.
"Oh, hi." The girl greeted. She was a little shorter tahn me with long, black curly hair with a headband. She smiled at me and to be polite, I returned one. "I cried my first night here, too." She must've noticed my puffy eyes. Then she held out her hand. "I'm Trish, I live right next door."
I shook her hand. "I'm Ally. I live, well, right here." She laughed.
"I can tell," She smiled. "C'mon, let's go to my room. I'll make some chocolat chaud."
I thought about it for a second. "A chocolate show?" As much as I love chocolate, why would I want to go to a chocolate show?
She laughed again. "No, chaud. Hot. So, Hot Chocolate."
"Oh," I felt so stupid right then so hoping for no further embarassment, I followed her to her room.
"Phew, that was a long walk!" Trish said sarcastically. I laughed and watched her unlock her door. As I walked inside, I realized that her room was exactly like mine. Same bed, furniture, even the same paint on the walls.
"So Trish," I started. "How long have you been here?"
She walked past me and insisted I sat down before she'd answer, "I got here a few hours ago. This is my fourth year here. And since I fly alone, I usually just hang around and wait for my friends to get here."
I nodded. Trish walked to a hot plate she had set up and I looked around her room. She must've gotten the same room before because her walls were decorated.
"Your room is really nice," I complimented. She smiled and thanked me. I spotted a picture frame on her dresser. "Are these your friends?"
Trish nodded and come over. She pointed to a red-head, "That's Dez, he's the weird one." Then there was her. Her finger moved onto a girl with blond hair right next to her. "That's Libby." Her polished finger found it's way to a blond boy, slightly shorter than Dez. He was pretty cute. "That's Austin, and that's his little sister, Weronica. But we call her Vee." I noticed a girl with long, wavy, brown hair next to Austin. They had the same smile and nose, but there was one more person.
"Who's that?" I pointed to a girl to the right of Austin. She had golden colored hair and bangs. She was leaning on Austin and some part of me was hoping that she was another sister of his.
"Oh, that's Cassidy." Trish started to pour the hot chocolate. "She doesn't go here anymore. She goes to Raising Stars Academy for singers. She's really good at singing." Trish handed me the cup. Sounds like a stuck up bitch if you ask me. What are you saying Ally? You don't even know Austin! And plus, you have Dallas! "But I'm sure you'll meet her soon enough."
I looked at her. She sipped her hot chocolate. "What do you mean?"
"Oh," She set down the cup. "She's dating Austin. They've been dating for about 3 years."
All I did was nod. Dallas and I haven't been dating for long. I'm not even sure if we were in fact dating. I mean, at most of the times that we hang out, we act like a couple, but we never made it official or go on date for matter.
"Are you dating Dez?" I asked. Trish nearly choked on her drink. "Are you okay?!"
She nodded. "I'm fine." Then she started laughing. "You're funny, Ally. Me and that nut ball? Not even in his dreams."
I smiled and shook my head. "Okay, whatever you say Trish." Oh my gosh, I'm turning into Dani.
"What about you new girl?" She nudged me. "Are you seeing anyone?"
"Well, I'm kinda dating this guy back home." I blushed.
"What do you mean 'kinda'?"
"Well, we act like a couple, but we aren't exactly official." I explained and she nodded.
"Oh, I hate that." Thn her phone rang. "Hang on a sec. It's my mom. Hey mom." I placed my mug on her dresser. "I should get going. Sorry, I stayed so long." I whispered.
"Oh, hold on, mom," She said into the phone. "Ally, it was great meeting you! How about you sit with us for breakfast tomorrow?"
I smiled. "That'd be great. Thanks, Trish." I waved bye and walked out of her room. With all the excitement ready to burst inside of me, I forgot to pay attention. With that, my face slammed into the wall.
Crap! It wasn't a wall. It was a guy!
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry." We said in unison. He chuckled as I blushed. I noticed that he looked familiar. Blond hair, which looked amazing by the way. Brown gorgeous, eyes, with little specks of gold and they seemed to sparkled in the hallway light. As he smiled, I felt my legs start to wobble.
"My fault." He said. American, I see.
"It's alright. I wasn't looking either." I insisted. "Are you okay?"
He nodded. "Uh, is Trish here?"
"Kinda short, black curly hair?" I asked. He chuckled. Damn.
"Yeah. Has she gotten here yet?" He questioned me.
"Oh yeah, she's on the phone with her mom." I recalled and motioned ot her door.
"Okay, I guess I should wait," He said. "Where's your room?"
I pointed to my door. "Well, I guess I should walk you there. Ellington wouldn't want anyone to get kidnapped." He leaned in and whispered and I laughed.
"Alright." We both walked over to my door. "Thanks for walking me to my door. Even though we were 5 feet away."
"It was my pleasure." He said in a fake, but impressive, British accent and bowed. I laughed again. "Well, I should go check if Trish is done talking to her mom now." He started to walk away.
Say something Ally!
"H-hey wait!" He turned. "Ally. I'm Ally. I'm new." Subtle. Very subtle. What's with the creepy enthusiasm? He smiled. God, does this boy want to kill me? "Austin. I live one floor up."
Now that's where I've seen him! He was in Trish's picture. Austin knocked on Trish's door. "I'll see you around then, Ally."
I nodded and gave a little wave. A second later, Trish opened the door. "Austin, hey!" she shrieked. Trish was still on the phone. "Mom, I gotta go." Then she shut her phone. She and Austin hugged. "How you been? When did you get here?"
"I got here about an hour ago. Have you seen Dez yet?" Austin said. The both disappeared behind her door.
I opened up my room. Be hind me, I heard other teenagers talking. I went inside and I shut the door.
And I'm alone. Again. Yay.
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(1) I do not own Six Flags.
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