I know I know, long time no hear and when she does rise from the ashes it is not where she is supposed to be, with her E and O story. Forgive me please, inspiration is fickle. I am kind of stuck on my other story. Despite the wonderful response and kind words; something about seems off the feel of the story has changed. So I am in the process of trying to retool it and probably forcing it because in retool it other stories and ideas are screaming at me. This one was a flash and had to be written down. A one shot which I was sure I was incapable of doing seeing every idea I have seems to be multi-chapter.
But, bam here it is, as it sounded in my head; so excuse any mistakes in spelling or grammar as my head is a carnival.
I do not own Austin and Ally; that is all Disney. I just like playing with characters and right now my muse just adores Austin and Ally. They are just so 'adorkable'.
"The Boys of Summer" by Don Henley (Don't own the song either)
It wasn't a song he sang or even one of his generation. He supposed that given his job it was alright, even expected, for him to know the artist and his body of work; he still felt like he should hide that he had the song. It wasn't his style or his typical genre of music but it reminded him. When he was lonely or sad or when it was hard to recall being happy; he played that song. The memories would flow first black and white coming in slow, a little blurry, then the memories focused colorizing as the sound track played. There were words, conversations and laughter.
It was all four of them, back when the days were endless and spent together trying to achieve the future they imagined. They imagined, together, of being together in that future, as they were then. Even when they matured and other people were added to their little group or when people left; the four of them remained. The makeup of the future shifted, only as much as to allow the four of them to stay together. It would have to be him with her and she with he; life was going to happen.
Life had happened on its own terms. They worked very hard for that future they imagined and it happened, how could it not; it was them. Together there was nothing they couldn't do. Life had fought against it, conceding to the unstoppable force of them but never breaking. The dream had separate paths for each of them to take. They could have the dream that they'd imagined, just not together as they had been then; that was too much to ask.
But here, in his car, in the summer heat with the top down on his convertible and the wind rushing blocking out all the other extraneous sounds of the here and now, unlocked by that song, they were together. They were together in those waning moments, their last, right before life, real life slammed into them. That bittersweet time that was only bitter because now he knew that they were their last moments together. The four of them were still close, would always be close, but it wasn't like then.
He smiled as the song focused his memories once more, this time on her. Her words were the strongest, her laughter the loudest here at this point in the song.
"I can see you – Your brown skin shinin in the sun"
It happened every time, much to his delight, as it repeated several times throughout the song.
It was a song from another era, which he shouldn't relate to, however, to him, so was then. He missed then, he missed them, and he missed her, as they were then, together. As the song faded to its inevitable end; he smirked. For him, Don Henley, the song may have meant something was lost. For Austin Moon the song meant something he had once and could hold again. He commanded and the car obeyed. It only took three rings and he had her again. Another two phone calls and they'd be together, them, again.