"You have to become friends before you become something more." — Anonymous
"You're getting married!" my mom tells me excitedly, jumping up and down in her seat.
I choke on my cake. It wasn't the kind of way where she couldn't believe her ears. She was telling me this. I know, I know. This doesn't sound right. It should be "We're getting married!" but they're not. They're already married.
It's me that's getting married.
You heard me correctly. I'm getting married. Not right away, of course. I'm only seventeen. But once I turn a certain age, my parents are forcing me into marriage. With who, you ask? You wouldn't believe it if I screamed it into your ear. You'd think it was a joke. Oh, I never told you who, did I?
Austin. Monica. Moon.
The hate of my life. Not the love of my life, no. The hate of my life. I hate him with a freaking passion. I regret the day we ever walked into each other's lives. I'm probably confusing you so much so let me back up a little bit...
I'm trying for my driver's license today! I'm so excited! Nothing could ruin this day! I tried for it last year when I turned sixteen, but I was so nervous that I almost crashed the car. I decided to wait until I was seventeen before I could try again. So a year ago, today, I tried for my license. Now I'm going to try again.
I push the button on my alarm clock to make it be quiet. I stand up and run to my closet. I throw on my usual outfit.
A red shirt with a sleeveless, jean over jacket; a jean skirt to match that; and my signature, brown ankle boots. I style my hair quickly, brush my teeth quickly, then I remember something. I forgot to take a shower this morning... I spray a few extra sprays of my perfume to mask that fact. I skip down the stairs, humming to myself with a bright smile on my face.
"Well, someone's excited about trying for their license today," my mom says, smiling also and handing me a plate with a few strips of bacon.
"Yeah, I can't wait!" I exclaim as I cram the bacon down my throat. I am so ready to go to school so I can get that out of the way and try for my license! Luckily, my mom ate before I came down so as soon as I finished, we left out the door.
My mom tells me to drive today and I gladly oblige. I sit down in the driver's seat and turn the car on. I ease out of the driveway and make sure to mind the speed limit. I climb out of the car when I get to school and hug my mom.
"Bye, Mom!" I say, running toward the school building. I slow my pace as I see something that could ruin this day. Two somethings actually.
Austin Moon and Dallas Centineo.
Austin is the boy who hates me. I hate him too. We've known each other all of our lives and we still don't like each other. Not. One. Bit. See, our parents are the best of friends and as soon as we were able to walk and talk, they introduced us to each other. Okay, maybe that's a bit of an exaggeration. A few years after we were able to walk and talk, they introduced us to each other. We were about six years old. And we didn't get off to a good start...
"Ally, I have someone who I'd like you to meet," my mom said, entering my room. Even though I wasn't looking at her, I could tell by the way she was speaking that she had a big smile on her face. I turned to face her, stopping my sipping of my grape juice box. "This is Austin. Austin, this is Ally," she introduced us happily. I waved at him but he just stared at me, like I was some sort of freak. "Well, I'll leave you two to get to know each other." He walked over to me and took my juice box from me, beginning to suck it dry.
"Hey! That was my juice box!" I exclaimed.
"Well, it's mine now," he told me, taking a long sip.
"Give it back!" I yelled, jumping up. I snatched it from him but he snatched it back. We took it from each other a bunch of times before I finally just jumped on him. I punched his chest as many times as I could, as hard as I could but he didn't seem to be feeling any pain... at first. He grabbed my hair and pulled it. "Ow!" I screamed. I hit his chest even harder.
"Ow!" he finally exclaimed. "Stop it! I'm gonna tell on you! Mom!" My eyes widened.
"No! Don't tell your mom! Please don't tell your mom!" I whisper-yelled at him.
"Why not?" he asked.
"Because I've never gotten in trouble before and I don't wanna start now," I told him. He pushed me off of him and stood up.
"Fine. I won't tell," he said. He picked up my juice box which had fallen on the floor and started drinking it again. "But you owe me," he added.
Ever since then, he's paraded around and acted like I still owe him. I've done plenty of things for him but he just doesn't think they were enough. I guess not being in trouble is more important to me than having my dignity. I still do everything for him just so he won't tell on me for something that happened eleven years ago!
Dallas is my ex-boyfriend. We broke up for one reason: he was too clingy. We broke up four months ago and he still acts like we're dating. The day after I broke up with him, he walked up to me during school and told me he loved me and tried to kiss me! I almost murdered him right there in the hallway. He stills continues to act as if we're still dating though. It's crazy!
Oh, no. Here comes Something Number One…
"Hey," he says to me casually.
"What do you want now?" I ask, beginning my walk to class. As I expected, he follows right behind me.
"I left my lunch money at home," he tells me.
"Yeah? So?" I ask.
"So… I need you to give me yours. I'm a growing boy," he insists. I huff and pull my money out of my pocket, dropping it into his outstretched hand. "Awww, thanks, bestie, I knew I could count on you."
As he walks away, I see a ten dollar bill poking out of his book bag pocket. "Yeah, well, I wasn't gonna eat anyway! I need an empty stomach so I'll have nothing to throw up if I get nervous before my driving test!" I shout after him.
He stops walking abruptly and turns around. He walks back over to me. "You're trying for your license today?" he asks.
Oh, shoot. "No. Of course not. I meant to say… my sister's driving test."
"Allyson… your sister got her license years ago. Plus, she moved out and you two haven't talked much since so why would you be going with her to get her license?"
Shoot! "I meant… um… my… brother?"
Austin rolls his eyes. "You don't have a brother."
I don't say anything for a moment. "We adopted him yesterday!" I shout then I break into a full run for my first period. As I run into building three, my head collides with someone's chest.
"Oh, my God, are you okay?!" a familiar voice asks me as I fall to the ground, my books going every which way.
"Yeah, I'm…" I trail off as I look into the person's eyes.
Something Number Two.
"I'm fine," I spit. I gather my things quickly and start off for first period again. As soon as I get to the door, the bell rings and thankfully, Dallas has to go to class. I sit down and wait for the teacher to begin the lesson.
After school, Dallas catches up to me as I'm walking out to the parking lot. "Hey, baby, how was your day at school? Do you want me to carry your books for you?"
"Don't call me 'baby'; my day was fine; and no, I may be a girl but I am strong enough to carry my own books," I say with a roll of my eyes.
"No, I didn't mean it like that, I promise!" he exclaims.
"Goodbye, Dallas," I say as I spot my mom's car. I walk toward it.
"I love you!" he calls behind me.
"Good for you," I mutter.
I see that my mom is in the passenger seat so I climb into the driver's seat and notice something in the rear view mirror. Make that someone. There's someone in the backseat. I turn around and see Austin.
"Austin's going to ride with you to see how well you drive with him in the car since you'll be riding with him a lot more from now on," my mom says. She sneaks a side-glance at me and stifles a giggle.
"What's so funny about riding with… him?" I ask her.
"Oh… don't worry about it right now," she says with a straight face. "Just go to the D.M.V. so you can try for your license."
"Well done, Ally. I'm glad you got your license," Austin says as we walk to the waiting area for people waiting for people to get done taking their driving test or the people taking the test so that they can get their permit.
"Why are you glad?" I ask.
"Because you get to take me anywhere I want you to until I get my license," he explains with a smirk.
I sigh. "You've got to be kidding me," I groan. The excitement of getting my license returns as I see my mom's anticipating face.
"So?!" she asks, jumping up.
"I got my license!" I exclaim. She hugs me and we hop around in a circle.
"Well, let's go celebrate!" she exclaims. "Oh, should I bake you a cake that looks like a steering wheel? I'm going to bake you a cake that looks like a steering wheel!" She smiles brightly.
Austin and I sit on my bed in my room staring at each other.
"I'm not driving you anywhere," I tell him.
"Yes, you are," he says.
"No, I'm not," I say firmly.
"Yes, you are," he repeats.
"I hate you," I say.
He grins mischievously. "But I love you, Ally."
"Ugh," I say.
"You love me. Just admit it. It's not that hard. I'm in love with Austin Moon," he says.
"Conceited much?" I ask.
He rolls his eyes and crawls over to me coming to a halt right in front of me, his nose almost touching mine. "Do you know what you could do right now, Ally?" he asks me.
"What?" I ask, starting to feel uncomfortable with him in such close proximity.
His eyes travel down to my lips. "You could kiss me," he says.
"Are you crazy?" I ask, without flinching at his suggestion. I should've seen this coming. I punish myself by standing—well, sitting—my ground instead of shoving him away. "I have a boyfriend," I lie.
"No, you don't," he says, right after I finish my stating my untruth. "I've known you my whole life. I know when you have a boyfriend. I know when you're lying."
"Please," I scoff. "That's impossible." For some reason, Austin and I have been speaking softly. I don't like it one bit. "You have a girlfriend," I say and realize, after a moment, that it isn't a lie. He's dating the girl from Melody Diner, Cassidy Jones. Since she's dating Austin, she's considered the hottest whore in school for the time being.
"Yeah..." Austin says slowly, "but she doesn't have to know."
"That's cheating," I mutter. I don't really care. And I doubt Austin does either. I'm pretty sure he has cheated before; he'll do it again.
"Come on. I know you want to," he says.
"Want to what?" I ask.
"You know what you want to do," he whispers, forcing delicious-smelling minty freshness up my nose. "Every girl at school wants to kiss me. What makes you so different?"
"Um, the fact that I'm not a whore?" I suggest.
"Allyson, I'm giving you the chance of a lifetime," he says. "All you have to do is lean forward. The choice is yours."
I swallow and look down at his lips; the same lips that every girl in school describe as gorgeous, soft, and totally kissable. And now that I think about it, I think I'd use the exact same words. I start to lean closer to him. Our noses touch and—
"Austin! Ally! Cake's done!" my mom calls up the stairs.
Austin's off of my bed—and off of me—in two seconds. He crosses the room to my door. What just happened? It's as if one of the whores from school jumped into my body and screamed Kiss him! Kiss him! And when I wouldn't cooperate, they took control of me and pushed me forward. He looks back at me. "My offer still stands," he tells me then he leaves.
"This cake is amazing, Mom," I tell her, taking another bite of the horn (the middle of the steering wheel) which has my name on it.
"Yeah, it really is, Mom," Austin says and I roll my eyes. He likes to think of my mom as his second mom. And my mom is the one who told him to! She thought him calling her Mrs. Dawson was as if he didn't know her well. And she thought Penny was too casual. So she told him that he was welcome to call her mom... and he gladly did so.
This seemed to excite my mom even more than she already was. My mom has a large smile on her face; it got brighter when Austin called her Mom. It scares me a little. She turns to my dad who's sitting next to her. "Oh, Lester, can't I just go ahead and tell them?!" she whispers to him, probably to where she thinks Austin and I couldn't hear. Well, I don't know about Austin, but I sure heard it.
"No, sweetheart, we have to wait until the rest of the Moons get here," he says. Almost as if on cue, the doorbell rings. "Door's open!" my dad shouts.
My mom suggested that I should call them Mom and Dad as Austin calls my parents Mom and Dad. Mike and Mimi were totally fine with that.
"Hey, hey!" Mike says.
"Good afternoon!" Mimi calls.
I was never into calling them Mom and Dad.
They rush into the room and sit down around my actual parents, the ones I'm okay with calling Mom and Dad. "Have you told them yet?" Mimi asks my parents. Mike and Mimi seem almost excited as my parents. What's going on?
"Told us what?" Austin asks through a mouthful of cake.
"Can I tell them now?" my mom asks my dad. He looks at Mike and Mimi who nod their heads so vigorously that they look like bobble-heads.
"Yeah, tell them," he says. His excitement starts to match everyone else's. Except Austin and I's. We still have no clue what's going on. Thinking it's pretty much nothing, I take a bite of my cake.
"You're getting married!" my mom tells me excitedly, jumping up and down in her seat.
I choke on my cake.
It wasn't the kind of way where she couldn't believe her ears. She was telling me this. I know, I know. This doesn't sound right. It should be "We're getting married!" but they're not. They're already married.
It's me that's getting married.
You heard me correctly. I'm getting married. Not right away, of course. I'm only seventeen. But once I turn a certain age, my parents are going to force me into marriage. With who, you ask? You wouldn't believe it if I screamed it into your ear. You'd think it was a joke. Oh, I never told you who, did I?
Austin. Monica. Moon.
The hate of my life. Not the love of my life, no. The hate of my life. I hate him with a freaking passion. I regret the day we ever walked into each other's lives. I'm so confused that I wish I could back up a few years.
I look over at him, sitting beside me. His mouth is wide open, revealing the large glob of cake he'd been chewing. I stare at my parents and Austin's parents, seeing how they're waiting for some kind of response. Finally, I do respond.
"I think I'm gonna be sick," I groan. I carefully put my plate of cake on the coffee table and run up the stairs to the nearest bathroom.
Hey, guys! This is the winner of the poll. It's really called The Future Mrs. Austin Moon Is... Ally! Wait, WHAT?! But omitted my periods and some stuff, I think. Anyway, I don't think I'll be able to update as much as usual. Because there's absolutely no WiFi at my new house (I moved) and I have to go to McDonald's just to do anything on the Internet. But I'll try to update every few days if I get the chance. Hope you like the story and review!
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P.P.S. Gosh, that postscript was difficult to do. xD Anyway, review! Love you guys!
P.P.P.S. I have no idea who the author of that quote is. Like, I don't know if I made it up or if I've heard it somewhere before. Shoutout to whoever finds the author?