A/N ~ Hello there! I needed some time away from Hero...I was forever stuck. Here's a random three - part story though. Enjoy :3
WARNING: PARTS ARE REALLY LONG, IF NOT EXTREMELY. ALSO WHEN THE OTHER PERSON'S POV COMES AROUND IT GETS A LITTLE HEATED. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED!
I was also thinking this could be longer than three parts...
Ally's POV:
*On Plane: Heading to Miami from California*
I didn't want to leave. I really didn't. Life for me there wasn't exactly perfect, but it was better than returning to what I use to call home.
I use to live with my Mom, Penny, in California.
My parents had continually blamed each other as the reason why their relationship wasn't working, so they decided to split.
Julian, my Mom's current boyfriend, wasn't so bad. He was nice, other times not so much.
Anyways, for like the first time in FOREVER, I was genuinely...happy. Before I moved to Cali I was living with my Dad, Lester, in Miami; where I'm from. I've lived there all my life, and seen many people come and go. There was one person who always filled me with glee everytime I saw him and made me glad I lived there - Dallas.
We knew each other since first grade...and even when I was six I was falling head over heels for him.
The way his gorgeous brown hair always swooped perfectly over his forehead, the way the sun looked on his undeniably perfect light skin, the way he looked at anything with those eyes - oh gosh, his eyes.
He was my world.
I was forever playing with him, and he played back. Now that I think back, first grade was when I asked HIM out! We went out up until sixth grade.
In school, I was always the depicted as the "goody two-shoes" and the "nerd". Not to mention I could NOT stop embarrassing myself to save my life, I laughed at the stupidest of jokes, and could never defend myself. There's so much more...
I guess he recognized all this...or we just drifted apart, I'm not sure; but whatever happened changed my life forever.
Somewhere during the middle of the year he began to flirt with the most popular girl in school, Cassidy. I didn't really notice, I was too busy talking to teachers instead of people my own age.
One day I heard one of the snobby, mean girls in my class say behind me in line, "Are you gonna do it or not?!" I recognized Dallas' voice immediately and he said, "Y-yeah...just let me get up there." When he caught up to me in line, he spoke the words no person EVER wants to hear - "Ally, we need to talk." I hesitated for a moment then replied, "I think I know what you're going to say."
"Yeah...I'm breaking up with you."
Now I know what you're thinking - we're in middle school, so what the hell did we know about love and dating ANYWAYS? Nothing, I tell you.
Nothing.
Nonetheless, my heart sank. I will never forget that feeling, it scars me.
As unfortunate as it is, the pain didn't stop there.
I thought we could stay friends. I was wrong. He started to ignore me. I thought I could reason with him. I was wrong AGAIN. That made him TALK about me, and I couldn't believe ANY of the things I was hearing him say. It got worse and worse. I would never cry (maybe a tad), but I would sit and think. How could the boy I ASKED OUT dump me? How could he tell other people his plans to break up with me? How could he break up with me IN LINE? How could ignore me, after all the shit we went through? How could he talk about me, when he once told me he LOVED me?
All these questions to this day remain unanswered.
His rain of terror continued until the last day of seventh grade. I told him I was moving as I handed him my yearbook to sign, and he breathed a sigh of relief while saying "Yes!"
I told myself never again was I to fall for a boy. Why fall, when he could end up treating me exactly like that?
It would be even WORSE in high school...
He's one of the two biggest reasons why I never wanted to return back that STATE, let alone that area.
The rest was home - related. The house I lived in was in great condition when I first got there. After MY family was there for SEVEN YEARS STRAIGHT - let's just say that house isn't the most pleasant thing to be in.
The walls grew dirty, stains were everywhere, holes filled the walls (Another story for another day!), disgusting smells erupted from the strangest of places...the house disturbed me to an extent where I slept out in a tent in my backyard for a week.
My family gets to me even more than my "home."
I have two older sisters and a brother.
My oldest sister, Ellie, is in college. She's been waiting an eternity to move out on her own, and I haven't heard from her since the day she left. She wasn't all for the whole "keep in touch with your family" idea.
My second oldest, Katie, sadly passed away thanks to dumbass cancer (Had a brain tumor to more specific.). She was one of the only people that actually could make a smile appear on my face.
My younger brother, Brady, also passed away, due to his surgery failing. Something was wrong with his stomach (Wish I could tell you details, but my parents and the doctors liked to leave me in the dark about things crucially important!) He and Katie were the only people to ever make me see the brighter side of life. However, the last time I saw Brady...I nearly drowned in my ocean of tears. He walked into the living room - his body was EXTREMELY scrawny, and the way his skin clung to his bones for dear life... I couldn't bear the sight. His eyes had little to no life in them, and bags were underneath.
The worst sight of all was seeing his little frail hand hold a small oval-shaped tube filled halfway with his blood, which was connected to his stomach. Watching him take every step was excruciating, it looked as if it hurt every time his foot touched the ground.
He passed a year after Katie, and the fact that my parents decide to argue all the time really didn't make matters better. Mom would sometimes leave out of the house and not come back until four days later. Dad would come back everyday after work with more and more gray hairs.
One day my Mom was FED UP and decided to destroy what was left of the house. I stayed in the bathroom the entire time.
Later on during the afternoon, I had overheard her speaking of leaving for California. I wondered how she could afford such, because she didn't have a job and Dad was making enough JUST to get by. We were poor, because a lot our money went towards Katie and Brady. The rest went towards bills and the like, and Mom didn't help pay any of it.
I was shocked when I heard her say I was going along. I then became pissed because no one asked ME. Did I NOT get a say in where I ended up?
Did I want to leave at first? Of course not! Everything I knew was THERE, in Miami.
But I'm glad I did. If I didn't, I wouldn't have realized that I wanted to go back, NEEDED to come back.
I mean, of course I didn't want to - at first. Too many memories: Fights, deaths, Dallas. Besides everything in California was going well for me - for the most part anyways. I had another crush - that I will never speak to again. I had a best friend - that I promised I would come back for and we would travel the world. I had zero problems with the weather - although I would get a little cold. I had an enemy - who use to be a friend, but I guess her true colors were shown. I even had a shot at a scholarship. So why?
Why should I want to go back?
I'll tell you why.
I felt like I was running away from my problems, and I didn't really even know if there was any that existed. All I know is - Ally doesn't run.
Ally fucking conquers.
Also, life there in California wasn't too...interesting, which is exactly how I want my life. Interesting.
*At "Home"*
When I was on the plane back to Miami, I thought about what I going "home" to, and I never expected to come back to Austin Monica Moon.
But first things first, right?
After a long seven hours and fifteen minutes of sitting down and staring out of a window while listening to sad music...it finally lands. I hop off, retrieve my luggage, and wait outside for Dad.
It's ten minutes before he pulls up.
His car looks a lot more worn, just as he does when he opens the door to come out and help with my luggage. It's been two years, and his head is more gray than the sky has been for the past three days. What did he have to worry about, with no wife and kids?
He gave me a small smile, and we loaded in silence. As we opened the doors and buckled up, he finally spoke. "Hey kiddo," he said, his voice raspier than I remember. "How's life been?" I peered out the window, searching for words. "It's been...interesting." I lied. "Really? How so?" Dad questioned. "Well, Mom got a boyfriend, I had almost had a scholarship, the weather is almost always freakishly nice all the time-"
"What?"
"The weather is almost always freakishly nice all the time?"
"No, the first one."
"Mom got a boyfriend?"
"Oh..." He lingered. He didn't say anything else. And neither did I.
We arrived back at the house not too long after and it looked fine - from the outside. I took one step in and nearly fell back because the strong stench of booze hit me so hard. I tried to carry as many bags as possible so I wouldn't have as many rude awakenings. I started to heave my belongings up to my room, and when I opened the door I thanked the lord that nothing had changed.
I shut the door and took in the nice vanilla scent my room carried. Flopping on the bed shortly after, I fell asleep.
*Morning After*
The nostalgia is OVERWHELMING. As soon as I pulled the cover off my head it hit me like a train. I remember. I remember all the times I laid in my bed daydreaming about Dallas. I remember all the times I was up at 2:00 A.M. crying about Katie and Brady, and then crying about everything that was wrong. I remember the times I fangirled over Disney movies, wishing my life was a fairy tale. I felt a shitload of feelings wash over me, and I was only in my ROOM.
I moved slow, trying to not leave my room, which I was getting ready to do. As much I as I didn't want to, I knew I couldn't stay in the shadows forever. I got out of bed, slipped on my slippers, and headed out to the hallway.
I felt the walls as I walked past - they were peeling, and the colors faded. The floors were the worst. I use to hear Brady's tiny feet go pitter-patter across the wood all the time. Not to mention every time I walked across it I felt like I was going to plummet to my death, they creaked so loud.
When I entered the bathroom I fixed myself up: showered, brushed my hair and teeth, cleansed my face. I didn't put on any makeup, and I didn't think that my red and yellow striped v-neck and jeans were over the top.
I left out the house to go bring back food for me and Dad, because there was hardly anything in the kitchen; and whatever else in there was expired. I knew there was a McDonald's a couple of blocks away so I didn't bother to drive. Besides, the weather was nice and I figured I'd take a trip down memory lane. Midway there I started singing a song. After three verses, a male voice behind me started singing along with me. I stopped in my tracks, and he mimicked. I hadn't known he was behind me, who knows how long he had been. His voice sounded vaguely familiar...
"You can turn around, Ally." he said. I slowly turned to face a boy who looked a lot like...
"Dallas," I spoke.
"So you DO remember! I can't tell you how satisfied I was when I heard you were back in town!" The brunette said, sarcastically speaking. I'm back for ONE day, and people already know about my existence? I wasn't interested in finding out how he knew that information or talking to him, so I started to walk away.
"Well, well, well," he said after grabbing my wrist. "Where are you headed off to? I don't believe I was finished talking." "I have nothing to say to you...let me go." I simply asked, giving him my death glare. It only made him clench tighter. "Ouch," I whimpered. "Huh, you're still the same I see. Gonna cry, like you did back in sixth grade?" he taunted.
I tried to jerk my arm away, screaming, "LET. ME. GO!" Around the third time I yanked my arm he let go, and I fell on the concrete, HARD. I scraped my right elbow and my left cheek. When I tried to look up, I felt dizzy. He walked over and kicked me in my stomach, causing me to spit blood. Was this really happening? He kneeled over and grabbed my shirt, punching my right eye one good time.
With that, he called me pathetic and walked away, laughing.
My mind was having a hard time comprehending...did my "Crush Gone Bad" (He's been downgraded.) just attack me? Doesn't he know better not to hit anyone, especially a FEMALE?! He left me on the ground scraped and bruised...and was more than likely going to tell his friends.
I stayed on the ground for about twenty minutes, and around the last three the river started flowing harder than ever.
I heard footsteps quickly nearing me. I tried to stand but only fell once again. I just continued to cry and was somewhat prepared to face the worst. I looked up, and saw a beach blonde with SOME concern on his face. He crouched down, and my eyes shut faster than the speed of light. My messed up hair was carefully removed from the front of my face, and his soft, warm hands began to wipe the tears off of my cheeks.
I was shaking, and he pulled me into one of the most sincere-filled hugs I have ever received. He pulled me close, making sure not to hurt me. We stayed that way for about 3 minutes.
We never spoke to each other. I never got his name, or anything.
But there was something about him - something GOOD, kind and gentle. I could feel it. He was...different. I felt like I had no reason to question him, he was trying to help.
He carefully picked me up and carried me somewhere - and judging by the awfully nice smells, I think it was...his home. It didn't take us long to reach our destination - like five minutes, tops. I was heaved up some stairs and gently placed on a bed. He left out but came back with stuff. It's amazing how much a person can figure out just by listening. He settles himself in a chair beside the bed and messes with the stuff he had. Not too long after I feel my elbow picked up and something is applied to my scrape, ointment it feels. It burns a little, and I wince. I could feel his eyes locked on my mine, which are still closed.
He applies a band-aid to the scrape, and repeats this process with my cheek. He leaves the room again, and comes back with a bag of ice in which he opens my hand to give to me to place on my eye.
It's quiet, and I yawn. He takes the bag and sets it on the dresser next to me. He moved to the bottom of the bed and removes my shoes. He also takes my purse from me. I crawl underneath the sheets and lay my head on the unbelievably comfortable cotton pillow. The room smelled of his cologne, and it was surprisingly one of the sweetest things my nose has EVER taken in...ah, it was heaven. It was like cotton candy, but it has manliness. It made it even me even sleepier.
He turns off the light and places a small kiss on my forehead.
*Later that day*
I wake up - and finally open my eyes. I turn to the side to see the time.
The alarm clock on the dresser reads 5:45 P.M. Hmm, I think to myself, that alarm clock looks JUST like mine. And that's when I realize: that IS MY alarm clock, and I'm seeing it because I'm laying in MY bed. In MY room. In MY house.
Had it all been a dream?
Part of me hoped it was. I DIDN'T see Dallas, and he didn't touch me. Part of me also hoped it wasn't, the mysterious beach blonde wouldn't have helped me. I suddenly feel my cheek, and the bandage is still there.
So it wasn't.
A million thoughts rushed into my mind: Who was the blondie? Why did he help me? How did I get home? Will I ever see him again, to thank him? Before I proceeded deeper into my thoughts, my door slowly opened. Dad entered, and smiled. "I see someone is doing better," he said while placing himself on my bed next to me. I sighed. "Not really, I have a lot of ton of unresolved mysteries in my life." "Well, I meant physically, but that matters too. Also, I guess you went out to get food this morning, because I woke up to a kitchen that had cabinets open everywhere. I figured you'd be back soon, so I waited at the table. I got a little worried after a while and went out to look for you. After no luck, I finally went back to the house to call the police. Right as I dial the last number I decide to call YOU instead of the authorities. I got scared when a male voice picked up the phone..."
He told me (after he threatened the poor guy) he explained that he saw me lying on the ground outside his window; and he wanted to help. According to him, he picked me up and looked after me in his home. Which he did...shockingly. He also asked Dad if he could come pick me up, saying he would bring me there (Dad would NOT have given him our address!) but couldn't find his keys. He gave him the address and he carried me all the way to the car (Dad sounded a bit agitated but I blushed - just a little!).
So THAT'S how I ended up back here.
And before Dad left the room, he stopped in his steps and turned.
"Also, you start school at Marino High tomorrow! Get ready again, I'll explain everything on the way to Wal-Mart; we're getting your supplies!"
I groaned and pulled the cover over my head.
*In the car, 6:30 P.M.*
I sit in the passenger seat, and absentmindly stare out of the window. Wow, avoiding conversation was easier than I thought.
"Here is all the stuff they handed me during registration," he stated. " I already looked through everything, now it's your turn. Are you excited?"
I wanted to yell at him. NO I wasn't excited, after today I'm anything but. Anger was fueling inside of me. Maybe avoiding conversation was harder than I thought. Dad started talking anyway.
"I got everything done about 4 days before so you could go on Monday - got your grades, up-to-date physical, your uniform, everything. I feel like it would be best if you start tomorrow too - considering what happened today. What do ya say?"
I flipped through everything. This school had a bunch going on. My anger wasn't as strong anymore. I guess I could start...it would be better than sitting in my room sulking about who knows what. I simply replied with, "That'll be fine." Ten minutes later, we're at Wal-Mart.
We walk in and I collide with someone because I was looking down at my phone instead of up. I crash down to the floor, my landing not soft whatsoever. Dad was about to help me up - but whoever else hit the floor caught his attention and made him stop in his tracks. Still sitting, I started to inhale this familiar aroma.
Cotton candy! With manliness! No way...
"Didn't you get hurt enough already today?" The voice laughs. "Are you alright? C'mon, let me help you up." A soft hand guided his way into mine and pulled me up. I finally saw him. Handsome wasn't even a word to remotely describe him. He was sexy...but looked like he could pull off the cutest, most adorable puppy face. I was baffled by the sight so much I stared.
"Ally, you alright?" Dad said...I think.
I kept staring.
"ALLY!" It was Dad for sure.
"Huh? Who? What? When? Where? Why?"
"I think she's okay, she was just taking in ALL of this." The mysterious beach blonde joked, moving his hands up and down his body. He's got a sense of humor - I like that. However Dad didn't because he gave him a look that could kill, took my arm, and dragged me away. I turned to look at him, and he gave me the goofiest smile while saluting me goodbye; followed by the coolest walk I'd ever seen.
"I don't like him," Dad scowled.
We shopped in silence, the whole time my mind on the mysterious beach blonde. When we arrived home I went to my room immediately. I don't think I even got any sleep. I got my stuff together, put together an outfit, and wondered what tomorrow held for me. I decided to get a daily horoscope, so my curiosity couldn't completely get the best of me. It said:
Sagittarius horoscope for today:
You have heard it said many times that positive thinking brings about positive events. When you believe that life will be good, you have a far better chance of experiencing a good life. The hard part, though, is to maintain an optimistic attitude when life is throwing you curve balls. But it is certainly possible, Sagittarius - especially for someone like you. You happen to have incredible willpower and a stubborn streak that can be used to make your life richer. Make it a habit to look on the bright side and to take time each and every day to believe that the best will be. You are more powerful than you realize.
Based on that, I think it was safe to think that I was gonna have a good day. I fell asleep, beach blonde roaming my dreams.
*Following morning*
I woke to the annoying ass beep of my alarm clock, and I heaved myself out of bed. I got ready in less than half an hour, enough time for breakfast (Got some groceries after school shopping, yes!). Dad offered to drive me to school since it's my first day (I have to take the bus) but I insisted I'd take the bus. My dad had shown me where the bus was gonna pick me up and drop me off, so I was good to go.
Plus, the only person I saw outside was at a curb and he had a backpack. Doesn't take a genius to figure things out. I walked, and as I got closer I could see a tall red-haired male with blue eyes. His clothes were...eccentric. Colorful and crazy. He didn't look too bad though. He wasn't ugly or anything. I approached Red and asked, "So this is the bus stop to Marino High?" He smiled when he looked at me, and nodded in response to my question. "So where is everyone else?" I questioned, looking around to see if anyone else was headed in our direction. "Nah, it's just me and you. I've been alone for half the year until today." His smile shone once more.
The bus came about 15 minutes later, and when I boarded it was a total madhouse. Almost everyone stared at me like I was an unknown species. I followed Red to the very back of the bus and walking there was horrible. There was a ton of murmurs and whispers none of which were good. I sat down with a shitty feeling, and my day hadn't even really started yet.
Then I remembered: horoscope. Gotta be optimistic when life throws those curveballs. I rid my mind of those thoughts, and smiled. I turned towards Red and asked his name. "Dez. And yes, that's my real name. What about you?" I smirked. " It's Ally. Ally Dawson."
We talked a little, and Dez is actually pretty cool. Weird, but cool. He's hilarious, and doesn't have any friends. I was glad to be his first. I wanted to get use to my surroundings, and decided to scan the area.
I looked to my left to see who was in the seat next to us.
Mysterious beach blonde.
He looked adorable. He had on a blue v-neck underneath his gray hoodie with no sleeves. In his ears were white earbuds, I could tell even with his hoodie on. His pants were black and his shoes were the opposite color. His head leaned against the window. He looked so peaceful, as if he were sleep...his were closed after all.
His eyes opened suddenly, and fixated on mine through the reflection of the window. He gave me a small smile and slowly closed his eyes again.
I talked to Dez the rest of the ride.
We finally get off, and I go to the office to get myself settled. "Well, I would be glad to service you, but I'm currently working. I'll see if anyone else is avail - actually, I think Austin here can help you. He's one of our best students!" The office lady exclaimed. I sighed, and turned around to see who "Austin" was.
You know, it's about time I found out what beach blonde's name was.
"And it's a good thing he's here too, because everyone else is busy! Austin, can you show Ally the ropes?" He gleamed, and gave an assertive nod. With that we walked down the halls.
Austin stopped in front of a gray door and pulled out keys. "What are doing?" I questioned. No answer. He opened the door and yanked me inside. He turned on the light and covered the bottom of the door with a rug. I'm not even really shocked by what happened next.
Austin's POV:
I couldn't help it. I felt like I was drawn to her, and who was I to resist? I became a little aggressive and grabbed both her wrists. At first she looked pained, as if reliving a nightmare. Gradually though, she eased up. Before I did anything else, I had to at least ask her name because I didn't catch it before. She had the same idea; for at the same time we asked each other, "What's your name?"
"Ally. Last name Dawson."
"Austin. Last name Moon."
"Why are you grabbing me?"
"Why AREN'T you struggling to get free?"
"I'm interested in seeing what you do next."
"Well first, I'm gonna say something cheesy."
"Enlighten me."
"I may not be a professional photographer, but I can picture you and I together."
"That was definitely cheesy...but kinda sweet." "You know what is completely sweet?"
"I don't kn-" I cut her mid sentence, crashing my lips onto hers. Then I put her against the wall, not too hard but enough that she'll moan into my mouth - and she did but not loudly. Wow, strawberry carmax tasted AMAZING on her lips! Then I thought - her tongue might taste even better! Guess she had a similar thought.
Ally's tongue entered MY mouth. Ally wasted no time savoring all my mouth had to offer - her tongue constantly swirled around mine, and she even tried to suck on it. Needless to say, she was successful.
I decided to take things a bit further and move down to Ally's neck. Now, as much as I'd like to be rough, I thought about what ALLY might like. So when I reached her neck, my tongue slowly caressed the left side. I dragged it up and down; and decided to tease her a bit by whispering in her ear, "It's okay to moan a little," (I could tell she was holding back, she was panting.) and I started to nibble and suck on Ally's ear. Ally let out a small "ah" sound. I smiled, proud of my work...so far.
I moved back down to Ally's neck, only on the other side this time and I decided to do it MY way.
I bit down on the soft flesh harshly, my saliva almost covering that entire area. To my surprise she freed herself from my grip and ran her hands through my hair, slightly grabbing it. It turned me on more than I already was, and in response I began to suck ferociously in that one spot. I was making sure I left a mark while I didn't hurt Ally at the same time.
It began to get hot in there, it was a small space not to mention cleaning supplies were in there. I wasn't done, I didn't want to be.
We took off our shirts and began to passionately kiss. It was wonderful...MY body was against the cold wall now, and our sweaty bodies were in contact with each other. She smelled like Strawberry Banana. Our aromas together created the most breathtaking scent. She looked great, even though had a couple of bruises. As a matter of fact, they made Ally MORE attractive. We were in another world...who knew how long we had been there.
Ally pulled away from me after some time, stating, "As much fun as I had, we gotta get going...before A LOT of events we won't like take place."
I knew what she was talking about, and I even though I knew I still couldn't help but ask -
"Why?"
Should I make this a full length story? I've been wanting to publish this for a while now...and a review or two would be wonderful! They'd help too, I'm not sure where Austin & Ally should take us! Thanks for reading!