Welcome back, those of you who were with me last time! And, if you weren't; welcome! Here's the sequel to 'A Spanish Disaster'! But, you don't have to have read that fic first to understand!
THIS CAN BE READ AS AN INDEPENDENT FIC! Just to let you new guys know...
This is set two years later, so Austin and Dez are twenty (O.o so old), Ally and Trish are nineteen and Tasha is eighteen, Ross is almost seventeen. Almost. *tears up* they've grown so fast!
Sorry, I just HAD to upload this! I couldn't wait to start the sequel, and the chapter was just sitting in the folder, calling my name! Enjoy!
I Own Nothing!
Ally's POV
I glanced at my watch as I walked to down the hallway: 9:30 AM. If I get there and he's not up – things are going to get ugly real fast. I stopped at the door, knocking lightly. Dez opened the door, yawning.
"Hey Ally," he said, "Here for Austin?"
I nodded, "Yeah. Can I come in?" The redhead nodded and opened the door, allowing me to enter the apartment he shared with Austin and their new roommate, Tony. I looked around before walking off to find Austin's room.
It was the beginning of my second year at Pacific Coast Academy – a university for the Arts. I got accepted here for music and song writing and Trish for drama (not a surprise, really). It was the beginning of Austin and Dez's third year here – Dez for electronics and directing and Austin for music. It's weird that Dez would choose electronics but two summers ago he proved that he was capable of becoming a great DJ if he tried.
I smiled to myself at the thought of that fateful summer.
It was when I first met Austin when I went to visit my relatives in Spain. My mother is Spanish and my father is American. Anyway, I have two cousins who live there – Tasha and Sonya Lucario. Tasha was the really quiet one but she eventually warmed up to me. Her sister on the other hand... she was a complete snob and treated me like I was dirt under her shoe just because she thinks she's better than me. I'm not really surprised; my uncle is a really rich guy so she's kind of right, in a way. When I first met Austin, he was a bit of a jerk. Okay, a huge jerk. But, we actually became frenemies then friends and now, he's my boyfriend. Dez at the time was posing as one of Europe's most popular DJs – DJ Izzy. Trish was his manager and Tasha and Ross (Austin's little brother) helped him music wise, since Dez has no clue when it comes to good music. Together, the four of them helped Austin become noticed not just as the ambassador of Spain's first son, but as the musical prodigy he really is. But, the plan actually started to work once he stole my song. His parents didn't really approve of his musical talents, and they didn't really like me either. (The feeling's mutual, trust me.) They wanted Austin to become a politician. Good thing he said no, though, because I'm pretty sure he'd have run the country into the ground.
"Austin, baby, are you up?" I asked, knocking on his door. As expected, no sound came from the other side of the room. I knew it. I rolled my eyes and knocked harder, "Austin Monica Moon, get your butt out of that bed NOW!"
Nothing.
Tony laughed as he walked past, "He's never going to get up." Tony, otherwise known as Anthony Stan III, was the one of the new students here and was very talented at acting. Trish and I call him 'Tony', but Austin and Dez call him 'Third'. I scowled, "Not if I have anything to do with it." I opened the door, to find Austin sprawled across the bed, snoring lightly. Of course he's still asleep - even on such an important day like today.
I walked over to him, "Austin, wake up." Austin continued to snore.
"Austin..." I sang, tickling his toned stomach. He cracked a smile, but was clearly still in dreamland. He looks so angelic when he's asleep... if we weren't running late I probably would have just sat and watched him. Sadly, I have no choice right now... I sat on him, slapping his cheek, "HEY!"
"Zzzzzz..."
Unbelievable.
I sighed and leaned forward, "I know you're awake, and I'm giving you one last chance to wake up before I get the ice," I whispered, nibbling his ear and trailing kisses down his jaw to his neck. He groaned, "Don't do this to me."
I smirked, sitting up, "Get up."
"No."
I planted a kiss on the corner of his mouth, which I knew would annoy him.
"Tease."
"Get up; we need to pick up Tasha and Ross from the airport."
He laughed sarcastically, "I like how you say 'we'."
"It's not my fault Dad wouldn't let me get a car," I said, drawing circles on his chest, "Now please, Austin, get up. For your brother."
He pulled me into bed with him, "He can get a taxi ride."
"For Tasha?"
"She can walk – she needs the exercise."
"Austin!"
"What? I'm not saying she's fat, I'm just saying she's really, really, really thin. It's a compliment." I pulled away from the embrace and slapped him upside the head. He whined like a puppy that had just been kicked aside and reached for the back of his head. Serves him right.
"Fine, fine, I'm up," he muttered, sitting up.
I stood up, "Five minutes to shower, then we leave."
"Ten."
"Austin," I said threateningly.
"What? Perfection takes time," he said with a wink.
"Just hurry up," I said, walking out of the room and into the lounge. Dez sat on the couch, still in his sweats, eating chips and watching TV. Tony sat at the island in the kitchen, devouring waffles.
"Is he up?" Tony asked, chewing.
"Yeah," I said, "Don't talk with your mouth full." Tony rolled his green eyes and turned to Dez, "Is she always this bossy?"
"Yes," Dez replied automatically. I crossed my arms, "I am not bossy, I'm just-"
"Dominant."
"Watch it, Third," Dez said, turning away from the TV, "She bites."
"Oh I'm so scared," he said, pretending to be scared. Ignoring that comment, I turned to Dez, "Hey Dez, aren't you coming with Austin and I to pick up Ross and Tasha?"
"No way. You're going to be all, 'oh boyfriend, thank you boyfriend, oh stop it you!' and he's going to be all, 'hey there, sexy.' And then you two are going to blush and giggle and... gosh, you two are aggravating." Tony burst out laughing at this statement, but was silenced with a deathly glare from yours truly.
I blushed, mostly out of anger, "Okay, one: I do not sound like that, and two: Austin has more class than," I paused, lowering my voice, "'hey there, sexy' and three: we are not annoying!"
"Have you two met yourselves?" Dez said, stuffing more chips into his mouth, "You're lke Romeo and Juliet and Mickey Mouse and Minnie wrapped up in one."
"You could have just said no," I muttered just as Austin walked into the room fully dressed. "Let's go, Als." I got up and followed him out of the apartment, hitting Tony on the way out, who was practically vibrating with laughter.
"I told you we didn't have to rush," Austin grumbled as he started to eat his croissant. I rolled my eyes and sipped my coffee, "As if you knew that the plane was going to be delayed."
"But I knew we would have to wait, and we're waiting."
"We were still late."
"They're late as well," he said, "You have to chill, Als."
"I am chilled," I said, "See?" I awkwardly rested my head on my arm, and attempted to cross my legs, only to fall off the bench. Austin leaned over to me, helping me up. I could tell he was trying not to laugh as he asked if I was okay.
"I know you want to laugh, so just go ahead and do it," I said, blushing scarlet. "Laugh? Who do you take me for?" he said, "Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yeah, but my shirt isn't," I said, trying to wipe the coffee from my shirt. Austin could see it wasn't working, so he handed me his jacket, "Here."
I smile gratefully, "Thanks Austin."
"Welcome. When do you think they're going to arrive?" he inquired. I shrugged, "I bet in the next ten minutes."
"Nah, probably in the next fifteen minutes."
"Why do you say that?"
"Why not?"
I laughed, "It's ten minutes, trust me."
"Fifteen."
"Must we always end our conversations with a bet?" I asked. He sent me a grin, "So you're saying I'm right."
"You wanna go there?"
"Oh yeah."
"Guess who got a job at the airport?!" Austin and I turned around, "Trish?!" I shook my head, I'd been wondering where she was this morning.
"Yeah!" she said, "I had to quit my job at Lip gloss Land at the mall so that I could see Tasha and Ross."
"Couldn't you wait 'till they came to PCA?" I inquired. Trish shrugged, "Well, I'm rocking these heels so I don't really care!" Someone cleared their throat from behind Trish, "You're forgetting something," they said. Trish rolled her eyes, "Austin, Ally, meet Logan." Weird, Logan sounded a little feminine to me...
"'Sup man," Austin said with a grin. A girl with black hair and bright blue streaks walked up to him and punched him, "I'm a girl!"
Austin swore, rubbing his arm, "What kind of girl is called Logan?!"
Logan brushed her bangs from her eyes, which is pretty useless since they stopped at her eyebrows, "I was the only girl on the pro-wrestling team back in Canada and I can take you down right here and right now."
Austin took a step back. I sent her a cautious smile, "Hi, I'm Ally."
Logan sent me a smile, "I know, Tasha has spoken about you so much."
"You know Tasha?"
She nodded, "And Ross. I sat next to her on the plane for a whole twenty-three hours."
"So where are they?" Austin asked. Logan turned around and pointed behind her, "They went to get their bags."
"So what brings you to Miami?" I asked.
"I'm attending Pacific Coast Academy," she answered. I then noticed for the first time, that she was wearing a cerulean blue shirt with 'Pacific Coast Academy' printed on it in jade green and white.
"Aren't you too young?" Austin asked unpleasantly. I elbowed him in the side, "Shut up."
"Aren't you too stupid?"
Trish laughed, "Nice one girl."
'What's that supposed to mean?" Austin demanded, offended.
"I don't know," she began, "I'm saying – you seem like the type to have been held back over and over again."
"For your information, I was not held back at any time and I've probably received more A's in a year than you have in your whole life!"
Logan cracked her knuckles, "Okay, Blondie, it's on."
"Bring it!"
"Oh look, Tasha and Ross are coming!" I exclaimed, dragging Austin away from Logan. I sighed as Austin and Logan exchanged dirty looks.
This year is going to be...
"Yo Blondie, your zipper's down!"
"Fuck you."
...interesting...
I think so too! Lol, I love Logan. I have a friend who's exactly like her – it is hilarious! So now Trish and Dez are fighting, and then there's Austin and Logan, and Ally and Tony. O.o
But, most importantly, LOADS of Auslly! Whoot whoot! Anyway, what did you guys think?!
Sammie ;)
