AN: So basically this is set during the first few months of their senior year, placing them at about 17 years old. Austin at this point has been dating Kira for 6 months(so ignore all that stuff that happened with Austin and Ally getting together for a brief period of time. For the sake of the story, none of it happened). Anyway I'm picturing Kira as more bitchy than she was portrayed in the show, and you'll understand why. Also for the sake of the story, I'm having Ally's parents living together. I think they may be divorced in the show but they aren't here, and Ally's mom is also not working in the wild at this time.
Other than that, all you need to know is this is in Ally's point of view unless otherwise noted.
Oh and please enjoy and review:)
Disclaimer: You would know if I owned Austin and Ally. I don't think it would be on Disney Channel then.
Parties & Mistakes
Chapter 1: Ally's POV
My mind was foggy. That's all I could think of as I opened my sleep encrusted eyes. Damn, you drank a lot last night Ally. My head pounded and the barely existent light in the room hurt.
I flipped to my side, splaying my arm out as I went. It connected. And not with the bed, with something warm. I ignored the pain in my head as I snapped open my eyes. Where the hell was I? This is not my room, and it's not the Sonic Boom either. I looked down to where my arm had just hit something. Shit.
It all came flooding back to me. Did I really drink that much? My missing clothes seem to think so. Oh shit, where are my clothes? I peaked under the sheets. Well I guess he's not wearing clothes either...
Did that mean... I couldn't even think it. I had never in my wildest dreams thought that I would be here. In this bed. With him. At his girlfriends house. God that sounds like a soap opera! Or some dramatic prime time teen show!
'Oh Em Gee Claire can you believe this?' That's what they'd say in the show. Come to think of it, that's what they'll say if they find out about this. This. What was this? My head hurt just thinking about it, or maybe that was my oncoming hangover. Or maybe it was all just a dream.
I glanced down again at the figure lying next to me. Everything pointed to the fact that him and I had just had sex. A prospect that I was not entirely comfortable with. My eyes closed tight, I needed to think. Did that happen? I remember coming into this room, laughing, hiccuping, closing the blinds because it was far too bright and we didn't like the light right then, and then the door closed, locked tight. That was where my memory went, but I knew what happened behind closed doors at these parties, anyone could guess. I just wished it wasn't me. Hell if I'm wishing, I wish it wasn't him either.
I drew my legs to my chest and closed my eyes. Had we seriously just done that? There was no way, right? I mean you can't just jump into bed with someone like that. Even with alcohol, I'm sure there'd have to be something there. But what if there was something there? What if that's why we did it? Okay, wait, I'm getting ahead of myself. Do I know that for sure we did it?
Do I know for sure that I had sex with Austin Moon?
Thinking logically does it make sense? Okay so we're locked in a room together at a drunkenly stupid party. That's probably clue one. We're on the bed together. Clue number two. Our clothes are missing, clue number three. It sounded pretty logical to me.
"Yo, dude. There's someone in here!"
I gasped and clutched the blankets around me. Another voice was heard asking how he knew as the lock was jimmied back and forth. Eventually the two of them got bored of this attempt and walked away, ceasing the incessant worry forming in my chest. I had to leave. If I didn't want this blown out of proportion and if I didn't want everyone finding out, I had to leave.
I shot up from the bed and my eyes landed on something. Shit. Slightly off the centre of the bed was a medium sized red stain. Another few drops remained in the spot where I had been lying. Well, I guess that's proof positive. The two of us had had sex. Me and Austin. Austin and I. Austin had taken my virginity. I could only assume I'd taken his. We'd had sex. We had sex. Oh my God we had sex. I Ally Dawson, doer of good deeds, innocent quiet song writer had had sex. And with her partner. With her song writing taken partner.
Oh my God I just helped him cheat on his girlfriend. I stood there completely frozen, butt naked in that room. In that moment I came to the realization that I was the other woman. How could we have let this happen?
I bent down snatching up the costume pieces that were strewn across the floor. Throwing on the rumpled clothes that Trish had picked out of my closet to turn me into a cat. Oh God Trish, why did you make me come here? Why couldn't we have just stayed home and handed out candy? I wanted to cry right now. I wanted to just lay down and cry. But I knew I couldn't, I knew that if I did Austin would ask what was wrong and figure it all out. I knew that if I left right now there'd be a chance of him never knowing. God I'm a horrible person, that makes me such a horrible person.
I watched him sleeping. He was so peaceful, I almost felt bad for leaving. I almost had the idea of waking him up and letting him know that this did happen. Almost had the idea of getting back into the bed and letting him figure out what to do.
"Ally," he mumbled. It took me a second to realize he was still sleeping. An inadvertent smirk appearing on my face as relief flushed through me.
"I'll see you later today, Austin," I whispered as I opened the door. My brain was telling me to just get the hell out of there, just bolt, just flee. I ran down the stairs of the house, people still mulling about in a drunken stupor.
I glanced at my phone. 3:43am flashed on the screen. Good it would still be dark. But how was I getting home? From all the texts I'd gotten, Trish had already left me to fend for myself.
Where are you? 12:41am
Ally I swear if you're off dead somewhere I'll kill you. 12:56am
I want to go home! I need sleep! 1:03am
Ok I'm leaving find your own way. 1:07am
Sorry I went home and I'm going to sleep. Text me if you're alive! 1:23am
Thank you Trish, seems like you looked hard. Then again at least she texted. And maybe I didn't want her to look so hard. She would've seen what we'd done. Would've known, would've freaked.
"Ally!" I heard a voice call. I turned around a smile automatically appearing on my face. "What are you still doing here?"
"I passed out a while ago and figured I should probably get a move on. But, I don't exactly have any way of getting home," I told her.
"Oh did you need a lift?" Kira asked me gesturing to her garage that housed many cars.
"Oh no, I'm sure I can find a way-"
"No, no, I insist. After all any friend of Austin's is a friend of mine," she winked and led me to the garage where a driver was waiting. "Speaking of which, do you know if Austin left?"
I froze for a moment before coming to my senses. I shook my head and replied, "I haven't a clue."
A&A
I'm completely a goody two shoes, I'll admit that. I've never gone against what my parents have said. Never gone out when they said not to, never been out later than curfew, never been that stupid typical teenage girl. I'd broken all of that tonight. And more. I'm not the person I thought I was.
Which was why it was so hard coming back in to my house that night. It was 4:00am by the time I reached my house, that's crazy past my curfew. I fumbled in my pocket, desperately searching for the keys, praying that I hadn't dropped them on the floor of Kira's guest room. Luckily they were there. Oh thank God they were there. But it was still the most awkward thing walking into my house.
It was deathly quiet. I'd never heard it this quiet, it was usually so full of life and music. Granted I'd never been up at 4 in the morning before. It was unsettling. As I closed the front door as silently as possible, I noticed a slip of white paper on the front desk. My name was on the front in my mothers handwriting. Oh shit. So they knew, and why wouldn't they? I wasn't there when they went to sleep, I clearly broke curfew, broke their trust. I deserved whatever punishment they gave me.
I headed up the stairs and laid down on my bed, unfolding the paper. With a yawn, I began to read;
Ally,
It's 1:15am currently. You know that it's well past your curfew right now and you also know that your father and I have work tomorrow morning. I have to go to sleep right now, but you are not off the hook. I waited as long as I could for you, but I'm doubtful you'll be home anytime soon. I'll see you in the morning, if you're even home by then.
I hope you enjoyed whatever freedom you thought you had tonight. I assure you it'll be gone soon.
Love,
Your Mother who said be home by 11, especially on a school night.
It almost seemed like she got progressively angry, or maybe that's just how she lectures. I've never had much of one of those. I wish I knew if this was normal for her. My eyes scanned over the words once more, trying to focus on where the paper had been pressed harder or where more anger had been inflected on the wording. But my brain was still foggy and my eyes felt like they could barely see. Before I knew it, I was asleep.
A&A
"Ally!" I heard a loud voice call. "Ally wake up or you'll be late for school!" It was my mothers voice travelling up the stairs. I guess she'd seen I had gotten home.
A yawn overcame me as I glanced toward the bedside clock. She was right, if I didn't get a move on I'd be late. And I'd have to skip breakfast. But from the way my stomach was churning, I didn't really mind.
My feet propelled me to my dresser as my head was spinning. I arbitrarily grabbed some clothes out of the drawers, hoping they matched up. My mind strayed to Austin, lying in that bed smiling. I never knew someone could look that peaceful after something so life shattering had happened. I knew that our friendship would never be the same again. And how could we go back? Hey, we just had sex and I helped you cheat on your girlfriend! But let's go write a song! Yeah!
I have no idea what's going to happen.
That thought weighed heavily in my mind and I dragged my feet until I reached the washroom. God I looked ghastly. My hair was dishevelled and my makeup smudged. I even looked a shade or two paler than normal, which is hard for me to do. Sighing I closed the door and let the first few tears fall down my cheeks.
"Ally!" my mom called again "Trish is here, now hurry up!"
I hastily wiped away the tears, taking the smudged and ugly cat eye makeup off along with it. I then quickly changed into what I'd picked out and brushed my hair gently. I looked decently acceptable. But of course, once you come across something good, theres a high chance you'll come across something bad. And that's precisely when I realized it. In the pile of clothes that I'd just discarded, one key garment was missing.
I'd left my bra in Kira's guest bedroom.