Message from R54EverAuslly: Hey guys, new story :D This story has been well thought out, and I feel like it's going to be awesome! I am co-writing this with Teen-Idol who is an incredible writer and I'm happy to be writing with her.
Message from Teen-Idol: Hey guys! I'm so excited to be working on my first collaboration with R54EverAuslly, and I just know that this story is going to be awesome! R54EverAuslly has some wonderful ideas, as do I, and we both can't wait to share them with you! I hope you like the first chapter!
Teen-Idol and I do NOT own Austin & Ally at all, just this story line and some of the made-up characters in this story.
Finally, this story will hopefully be updated every Friday if we get the chance and we will be taking turns in writing the chapters.
This was written by me, R54EverAuslly.
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Chapter 1 - No Turning Back
Lester was walking up to the gray doors nervously with his hands in his pockets. What he was about to do was both good and everything would go normal, or it would go completely bad, and his life would be a living hell.
Especially with the guys he was about to talk to.
As he approached the old garage door in the parking lot by West-Coast Street, he pulled it open and stepped inside, already feeling the cold air causing shivers to go down his spine. He jumped as the door slammed shut behind him, the slam echoing loudly across the room. Then, he slowly made his way to the center of the car park where the gang usually hid.
As he got closer, he saw the car lights on, signaling they were all definitely here, including his best friend, whom he hoped would back him up once he finally spoke to the guys about all of this.
He could finally make out who every single shadow was and finally stopped when he could see each and every one of them.
"Lester, glad you finally joined us," Randy spoke as smoke came out of his mouth.
Lester didn't want to make it difficult or take any more time than he had to. He was here for one thing.
"I'm leaving," He found the words escape his mouth before he could thoroughly process them.
Everyone stared at him like he wasn't normal. "Why?" Roy asked him.
"It's not my thing anymore….." Lies.
Now he was playing it off. "What have you done?" Randy growled as his head snapped towards Lester.
He licked his lips nervously, "Nothing."
Randy rose from his positioning in his car. "I said, what have you done?!"
He jerked away, already knowing how this is going to end, "My wife...She's having a baby..."
"That's great!" Parker, another member yelled, "That means well get another member to keep the crew going!"
Lester looked from Parker, to the other guys, and finally, back at Randy, but Randy just looked at him with fiery eyes, his mouth shut and his jaw locked.
"If it were a boy, he wouldn't be leaving. He wouldn't be giving up," He explained, eventually speaking up and breaking the hostile silence. His eyes found Lester's cowering ones. "He's having a girl."
A moment of absolute silence fell upon the men.
"Lest - is this true?" Trevor asked at last.
He nodded, not trusting his mouth to speak coherently.
"W-when's the due date?"
"What's it matter to you?" Lester snapped.
"We need to know when the deed has to be done," Randy answered smoothly as if it were an easy subject to talk about.
Lester shook his head, "There will be no deed, Randy!" He looked up at him, "This is my baby girl and she will grow up to see the age of at least eighty!"
"You made a commitment!" Randy roared.
"I made a mistake!"
"You're weak." And just like that everything changed. The room stilled in a tense silence, as the other men looked from Randy to Lester.
"What?"
"We made a commitment when we made this crew - it was never to be broken. Therefore, as you broke it, you're weak." Randy said, turning round to walk back to his car.
Lester kept his eyes locked on the ground, before finally looked around searching for his only hope - Michael. He hoped at least Randy would listen if he heard if off of him, his so-called best friend.
However, Michael was only pretending to play the part of Randy's best friend - he hated him. He was Lester's best mate in the end of it all, which was why Lester was depending on him now.
"What about you huh, Randy? What about your baby?" Michael spoke up, knowing what Lester wanted.
"Dallas," he corrected, "Will be one of us in seventeen years. Lester's daughter, on the other hand, will not. I have no secrets, nor sacrifices to be made." That was loud and clear.
Lester sighed, "My daughter will not know about this. She will have no idea or association to us!" He was pleading. Another sign of weakness in the eyes of Randy, and the rest of the gang.
"One million dollars," Randy spoke again, his icy gaze meeting Lester's.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me. One million dollars by her sixteenth birthday, that's the deal. Have that money in sixteen years time. If not …then bye bye birdie." He said.
"That's too much!"
"Take it - or leave it. Up to you. Lester." He spat his name with disdain.
After arguing about it with himself in his head, Lester agreed.
"Fine. One million dollars in sixteen years. It's a deal."
They shook hands. He couldn't back down. Not now. No more signs of weakness or he really would be dead.
Just one thing...
How the hell was he going to get one million dollars in sixteen years?
16 YEARS LATER
Sixteen years later, "birdie" still lives, not knowing one single thing about her past, or her dad's.
Tomorrow is Ally's sixteenth birthday and she's spending the morning of it flying - how wonderful. Okay, so, she had thought of the good reasons for it, like seeing her mum, who she had missed so much.
Then again, she hadn't seen her in two years. Even though that may not seem like a long time, it was. Especially since she was sent away to her aunt's when she was only fourteen with no explanation whatsoever and giving no specific date to come back.
Until now.
This was a really big deal.
She was just about to sit down in her seat when an old lady came up to her.
"Excuse me dear, mind if I have the window seat? I don't like flying unless I can see the sky - it's weird I know," The old lady laughed as Ally smiled.
"Sure." She was grateful anyway. Ally had only flown once before and that was with her mom, but now she was doing it on her own.
She sat down next to the old lady and put her earphones in. Five minutes later, someone sat next to her.
A boy.
Austin's mind instantly told him to look at his seating neighbor, but once he saw that it's a girl - a very beautiful girl for that matter - he couldn't have been happier that he wasn't seating next to an old lady or man again. (Last time hadn't been the best experience, to put it lightly.)
"Hey," Austin said the pretty brunette.
Shocked that the boy was talking to her, she just nodded and continued to pretend to listen to her music. Which wasn't even turned on.
Austin, however, was surprised. He thought this girl look liked the talkative type. The ones that don't shut up. Not to sound rude about it. He just thought that she would have a more bubbly personality.
"So," he tried again, "Ever been to Miami?"
He was creating conversation, again. Why was he talking to her, who she considered to be 'little old Ally'? She'd never been popular or pretty like other girls, so why is he even trying to talk to her? He looked like the football player, popular type. Not someone who would be interested in conversing with her.
She thought she had to be polite, so she answered him, "I lived there until I was fourteen." Simple - but still an answer.
"So, you're from Miami?"
Was it not obvious? She thought.
"Yeah," she said quietly.
He nodded, "Why'd you leave?" He asked as the plane ran up the runway.
"Why do you ask so many questions?" She fired back with anger.
His eyes widened, and then Ally's softened. She felt so guilty. The only reason she was so worked up was because she hates flying - let alone on her own.
"I'm - I'm sorry, it's just..." She looked down and closed her eyes as she breathed in and out. "I don't like flying." She finished.
She felt a hand in hers then an arm around her body. She shivered at the warm touch.
Even though she just met this boy, and didn't know his name, she felt safe in his arms. Like nothing could reach them. No nightmares that she's been having over the past two years, no voices she could hear, no dark shadows that lurked in her bedroom back at her Aunt's house in California, no monsters that she'd imagine under her bed.
Nothing at all.
"Just pretend you're a bird." The blonde whispered in her ear.
Her tears fell without hesitation.
Birdie - that's what her dad used to called her.
Before he ... died.