Summer Shade revamped.

Oh my god. I hate aeroplanes, I'm definitely gonna throw up, there's no way I can survive this. Goodbye cruel world!

Huffing and puffing along, what seemed like an endless hallway, I was getting the same sensation I did when I got dared to chug a small bottle of vodka at a dumb party years ago. A mixture of dizziness, nausea, and a whole lot of regret.

"Ally, please stop leaning on me, and stand straight!" A voice echoed into my ears. Although I clearly heard and understood the words, they went straight through one ear and out the other. Only a soft groan escaped my lips in response.

"Oh for the love of.."

Before I knew it, I went from leaning on the soft surface of my best friend's shoulder, to a hard, airport wall that was definitely not clean. Blinking a couple of times and focusing on Trish's face, I let my lips curl to a smile. A weak smile, at that. "Ohhh, hey, Trish..." I mumbled, feeling my stomach bubble.

"Yeah, hey." With a shake of her head and a gentle laugh, her hand placed on my shoulder. Trish was my best friend, and pretty much the only good friend I had. She was lucky to have her, and very grateful for her support. And not just her shoulder support when I was trying not to throw up, but emotional too. If I went to anyone about a problem, It would be her. My body now slumped against the white but not-so-white wall, I was able to wrap my head around the nausea and sickness flowing through my blood.

"Sorry, Trish." My voice dragged out a little. "I haven't been on an aeroplane since..." I paused, looking for the words to say. Wait. That was my first time. Flying...in an aeroplane. In the air! On an aeroplane! "...never! That was my...first time! Oh my god Trish, I just went on an aeroplane!" I turned to face her properly, gripping both sides of her arms within my palms.

"Ally. Dawson. We have had this discussion 4 times already." She looked me dead in the eyes, eyelids halfway down her eyeballs. I could tell she was tired. Playing it off cool, I leaned off of the wall, hand making it's way to my hip.

"Hah, ah...I knew that, yeah. Just...Just messing around!" The awkward grin on my lips proved me wrong. And Trish knew that. She knew me.

"You're a serious dork." I pouted as she spoke. "But I love you for it." As she punched my shoulder lightly, playfully, I laughed gently, finally being able to see without her vision being slightly blurred. It was the second week of summer vacation, and this trip had been planned for weeks. After arguing continuously with her parents over Skype about going away this summer, she was finally able to have them give way to her wishes, on two rules. One, No boy trouble. And two, sunblock, sunblock, sunblock. Yeah...my parents were pretty strict about certain things. Especially how I took care of myself. And if I came home with red skin all over my body and wasn't able to make up some dumb excuse like accidently spilling red paint over myself, I would get murdered. Literally. Then, I would be covered in red doubled. I did love my parents though. They had done so much for me, like getting me into the biggest music school in Atlanta, which I had studied at for almost a year now. Without being there, she wouldn't have found more love for music, wouldn't have learnt things I do now, and...I wouldn't have met Austin Moon. I'm pretty shocked when people don't know who he is, but then again, I shock people by telling them that I was friends with him. Their eyes go wide, jaws fall open, and they ask the same question. "Did you get to touch his hair?!". Yeah. It's the most annoying thing I've ever had to deal with in my life. Ever. So I stopped telling people, I kept my mouth shut. And to this day, I keep the image of his face, and the sound of his name out of my head.

We hadn't really ended on good terms anyway...

In fact, I distinctly remember his last words to me being 'Stay away from me, or else.'

And...that's what I did. No matter how much I begged, pleaded him to give me another chance, he refused. You see, I was his partner. The songs that he plays on the radio? The lyrics are scribbled down somewhere in my Songbook, the Songbook that only I had touched. We spent every night, weekdays and weekends, sitting in the living room of my house, creating songs together, recording them together, and ordering...pizza together. It was a connection that I had since not experienced. Ever. Well, Trish was close.

Speaking of...

"Our hotel is close to the airport, right?" I questioned Trish, dragging my suitcase across the floor, stumbling now and then. With a swift nod from Trish, I felt relief flood through me.

"Just a 15 minute cab! You can now picture yourself, Ally Dawson, walking out into the bright sunlight," Trish spread her arms wide, forcing Ally next to her, holding her tight. "...hair swaying in the wind, sunblock firmly on," I giggled at that. "and boys stares following you as your feet touch the warm, squishy sand of Miami beach." Her voice was angelic, pretending to echo her own voice. That was the classic Trish.

"Oh please, it's summar vacay, Trish! There's gonna be a lot of school kids here. Including...the popular kids. You know, the princesses of high school?" I reminded her with a mimic of her arms, spreading them wide. "I'm just here to have fun, with you." A grin formed on my lips, and reflected onto hers. With that, the two of us dragged ourselves out of the double doors of the airport.

After shutting the car door of the taxi that they had taken from the airport, my eyes rose slowly to the hotel in front of them, with enormous letters spelling "MARSH" across the top. Numerous balconies and wide windows covered the front of the hotel's display, reflecting the sun's rays and making it glow. It looked magical! Just like, hopefully, this vacation would be. Taking a deep breath of the Miami air into my lungs, a large smile took up ¾ of my face. Trish could tell, as she grabbed my hand and pulled me inside. Suitcase rumbling behind me like a storm, we both approached the receptionist desk. A blonde lady sat behind the desk, eyes raising, full of light.

"Good morning, ladies!" Her mouth spread to a smile. "How may I help you?"

"G-Good morning, Miss!" Trish stood on her tiptoes, her small height proving difficult to get above the desk. A small giggle surfaced on my lips. I interrupted her, as she continued to struggle.

"We're booked under the name 'Dawson'." Placing the tickets on the desk that I had, I took a small step back, politely. Trish, by this point, had just about managed to raise her eyes over the desk. After an examination of her tickets, and a fiddle around of her draws, the receptionist gave us a smile and handed me the keys, which I took eagerly, excitement buzzing inside me.

"Your room is number 9, up the first set of stairs and to the right. Have a pleasant stay, and please don't be afraid to call reception if you need anything."

And with that, they were free to run with pure excitement up the first set of stairs as instructed. Letting out shared squeals, we both had no trouble finding our room, which I stuffed my key into the door's keyhole, turned quickly, and burst the door open. I allowed Trish to follow me, and jumped onto the first bed that was in plain sight of me. "Hey, you can't claim your bed first!" Trish let out a soft laugh after her words. Cheekily, I stuck my tongue out at her, throwing a pillow towards her.

"As if you'd want a bed by the window." I replied, to which she agreed, heading towards the living room and settling down. I joined her not too long afterwards, having unpacked my songbook, phone charger and purse onto the bed that was now claimed mine. Slumping down right next to Trish, my legs stretched out as full as they could, Trish doing the same.

"This is great. We have this whole place to ourselves. We can have whatever we want for breakfast, oh! And...guess what." Trish jumped up after she began to speak, reaching to grab a box from underneath the TV. "..Monopolyyyy!"

"Oh, god." I laughed a little more, standing up and grabbing the box. "I haven't played this in years, well, the last time I did...was with..." Pausing in the middle of my words, I heard muffled voices coming from outside of the door across the room. I shared a glance with Trish, before hearing the handle being played with. Acting on my instinct, my feet slipped across the room towards the door, hand landing on the metal object, tightening my grip on it. "Um, t-this is...occupied!" I called out, holding my full body weight to it too, just in case they were able to open it. Who was trying to get in? And...why? They went to the right room, right? Oh god, not this situation ag-

"This isn't funny, this is my room!" A male voice returned. A frown forming on my face, I grumbled to myself, giving Trish a confused look. A shrug from her, proved there was nothing that Ally knew what to do in this situation. Not even being able to have 5 minutes of vacation without being interrupted...

"Well, I think you're wrong. This is my room." I responded, feeling more...dominant. More free. It felt good.

"Open the damn door!" Okay. Well...My dominance doesn't go that far.

Not having much of a choice, my hand tightened on the metal handle, and it twisted, pulling the door wide open. And in the doorway, arched perfectly for his height and posture stood "Superstar" Austin Moon. The Overnight Sensation, My old best friend, My bully of senior year.

"You have got to be kidding me." My words were muffled, as the sheer shock of the sight in front of me. It was like his bleached blonde hair actually blinded me.

"You coulda said that twice." Austin responded with a deeper frown forming on his face, reminding me of the face he pulled as he let me go 2 years ago. "What the hell are you doing here, Ally?"

"I can ask you the same thing!" My voice rose, to which Trish began to wander over. "Are you stalking me here?"

"You think that I would stalk you? I'm not trying to make myself throw up every second of my day, you dumbass." His harsh words had been expressed way too much to hurt me again, so I stood with arms folded, features cold.

"Shut your mouth, you're just a cold-hearted bully. No-one deserves to have the pure knowledge of being your friend; you don't even know what a friend is anyway!" My voice growled slightly in hatred. Just seeing his face had set me off. Instead of the frown I wanted to see, he smiled. He actually smiled, that evil son of a bitch.

"I don't have time to listen to you squeaking, this is my room." Swiftly he holds up his key, seeing as it displayed a 9 on it. Oh, shoot. No way did she actually mess up her room number! Wait…

"Oh dear, the fact you're calling Ally a dumbass when your key is faced upside down," Trish leaned forward and snatched the key out of his hand, turning it around to display a perfect 6. "…is beyond hilarious, Austin Moon." With a flick of her wrist, the key fell to the floor below him. I grinned. Seeing him get embarrassed by my own best friend was definitely memorable. Austin had a blank expression, as he bent over to pick up his key, letting out a huff.

"Fuck you, both." And with that, he was gone, dragging his red-headed friend down the hall.

There was no way I would let Austin ruin this holiday. No damn way.

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