Begin Again
Chapter One
"Ally" a voice shouts, I can barely open my eyes though. I groan in annoyance of being woken up.
"Ally!" the voice shouts again. I open my eyes for a second but wince as the light from the widow seems to burn my eyes, so I close them again.
"You know, if you don't get up sometime soon, your going to sleep through the whole of summer" my mom says barging into my room.
"And? Would that be a big deal?" I laugh to myself. "To rephrase Peter Pan, 'To sleep would be an awfully big adventure'"
"Haha" she says sarcastically. "Get up and get ready. You know how annoyed your father will be if we get on the road late, and when he gets upset, Zoe will get upset and… its just one long chain reaction really" she says, picking up a t-shirt I had thrown onto the floor last night. My mom was amazing. She was 45 now but didn't look a day over 30. Her hair long, curly and brown, just like mine, but I had put some blonde ombre in the ends of my hair now. We had always gotten on so well, enjoying the same sorts of films or music, she was so easy to get on with, so caring and supportive.
"Fine" I sigh, rolling over and pushing the covers off my body. I sit up and swing my feet onto the floor, sitting there for a second so my eyes can adjust to the light. I sigh and smile, today was the day we were going to our beach house in Miami. We always go there together as a family during the summer and I always feel the same excitement every time we go there. I've memorised the morning perfectly over the years. How dad cooks his famous waffles with strawberries, mum panicking thinking she's forgotten to pack something, although she never has, how Zoe falls asleep in the car, usually half way through playing a game of eye spy which she suggests playing. Perfect.
I get up from my bed and look in the mirror quickly, making sure my hair looks halfway decent for breakfast. I run my hair through is since some parts are sticking up, I decide not to change out of my pyjamas for now. They were mint green shorts with black polka dots over them and an old black and white striped short sleeve top. I smile at myself, knowing what a great day it would be. I walk down the stairs to the smell of waffles.
"Come on guys" my dad shouts upstairs. I was in my room once again. The waffles tasted amazing as always, the fresh strawberries were still making my mouth water even after I'd just eaten them. I was finishing off my last minute packing since I always seemed to be so unprepared. I shoved my stuff including my pair of Chelsea healed boots, a couple of hoodies, vest tops, flip flops, even putting in my bathing suit, just in case I actually get comfortable enough to wear it this year. I pack a couple of books and my laptop. I quickly change out of my pyjamas and into a pair of black skinny jeans and a blue and yellow floral top, putting a pair of brown gladiator sandals on my feet. I zip up my bag and rush downstairs where my dad is standing at the door, tapping his foot on the floor and watching his clock. My dad was one of the most sarcastic people you could ever meet, I think I definitely got my sense of humour from him. He was 47 now. When I was little I remember him being so tall and I had to lift my head so high just to see him, but now I had grown so much that I was just slightly taller then him, almost towering over him when I was I heels. His hair was thinning out now, but still kept its midnight black colouring.
"You know watching the clock makes time go slower" I smile at him, walking outside.
"I don't think that could happen. You take forever" he jokes. I give him a sarcastic laugh before walking outside to the car. Zoe is already sat in the car. I make a funny face at her to make her laugh before putting my bag in the trunk of the car.
"I'll be back in a second" I shout to my dad before walking out of the driveway and walking up to the house across the street. I didn't even know if Dallas would be up yet, I was hoping he was. He had promised to wave me goodbye before I left, but he had a habit of over sleeping. I knock on the door and wait patiently for a second before Dallas answers the door. Still in a pair of red plaid pyjama bottoms with no shirt on, running a hand through his messy bed head, clearly he had just gotten up.
"Hey Ally" he smiles, waking up a bit when he saw it was me.
"Hey." I smile back.
"You want to come in?"
"You know I cant. If I'm like five more minutes late my dad may actually burst a vein" I joke.
"Oh yeah. Of course" he laughs.
"I just wanted to come say bye." I smile. He bites his lip for a second before leaning down and placing his lips on mine. Me and Dallas had been dating for a couple of years now. We were good friends all the way through middle school, he had been my only friend when I had been badly bullied by jackass kids thinking they were hard as nails. The times I spent crying because of the things they had said to me, Dallas had always been there for me. Then when we were in our second to last year of high school, he asked me out. My parents liked him too, so that was a bonus.
"I'll miss you" he says, pulling me in for a hug, resting his head on top of mine.
"I'll miss you too" I say, hugging him back.
"You look beautiful by the way" he smiles when we pull away from the hug, his hands holding mine, swinging them back and forth. "I hope you have an amazing time in Miami"
"I hope you have a good summer here. I'll video chat with you. Promise"
"You'd better" he smirks, smiling at me again before leaning down and kissing me one more time.
"Ally! Come on!" my dad shouts. I sigh with a smile as I let go of Dallas's hands. I smile at him again before walking across the street to the car where all the bags are placed in the trunk and the engine is running with my dad in the drivers seat. My mom sat next to him and Zoe in the back, messing with moms phone since she had downloaded some games to play during the journey. I climb in the back and put my seatbelt on before opening the window. My dad pulls out of the drive and I put my hand out of the window and wave Dallas off as he stands outside his house. I roll up the window when he's disappeared in the distance and place my headphones in, closing my eyes as I prepare for the long drive ahead.
When I wake up we are on the high way and Zoe is pulling at my arm, trying to wake me.
"What?" I ask, rubbing my eyes.
"Are you upset?" she asks in her adorable voice. She was only 5 years old and had my dads black hair, but like mine and my moms it was really long, she often asked me to plait it and try different styles on it for her, which I enjoyed doing too.
"About what?"
"Leaving Dallas?"
"No. Not upset, I'll miss him, but no, I'm not upset"
"I'll miss him too. Dallas gives me ice cream" she smiles which was made even more adorable considering she had lost one of her front teeth.
"Cheeky" I laugh, tickling her a bit which made her laugh even louder.
"Stop it you two" my mom laughs from the passenger seat.
When we finally pull up to the beach house, my stomach is doing flips. It looks just as amazing as always. It was about a 5 minute walk to the beach in a small little village. Only about 5 other houses were here and was surrounded by fields, luckily the nearest shops were only a 10 minute drive, 20 minute walk away which was lucky for me since I enjoyed shopping in Miami so much, the different shops, the vintage clothing, heaven.
Zoe seems more excited then me. When she gets out of the car she bounds up to the front door and tries the handle over and over, never noticing that it wont budge since she didn't have the keys to unlock it. My dad stands there with his hands on his hips, laughing at her until he thinks she's about to break the handle. He unlocks the door just as I climb out of the car. My breath being taken away. The breeze was blowing gently as the sun shone down on us. I could smell the salt of the sea from here and the shouts of children running across the sand in the distance. My mom gives me a smile and winks, signalling to the trunk so I could help bring the bags inside.
"Hey!" shouts a voice just as I pick up a heavy bag. I turn to see a boy running from the other side of the street towards me. "Want a hand?" he asks with a smile on his face. He asks both me and my mom.
"Sure. That would be great. Thank you" she smiles. He smiles back as he takes the bag off me, grinning as he carries it inside. He looked around the same age as me, with quite long sandy blonde hair, a pair of oversized black John Lennon glasses over his eyes, still smiling sweetly. He was wearing a black and pink faded vest top and a pair of black chino shorts. He had that cute boy next door look that kind of reminded me of Dallas which makes me smile as he walks inside. I could have sworn I knew a guy like him. He looked so familiar to me. I stand there for a second, trying to think of where I could know him from but I don't come up with anything. I turn to my mom who is giving me a very suspicious look before winking at me with a cheeky smile, signalling to the guy. I roll my eyes as I grab another bag.
Walking into the house was amazing, since we hadn't been there in a year it had started to get a bit dusty. The living room was painted a sky blue, with a white table and sofas, the TV in the corner looking, the room covered in little trinkets we had left behind last year, a pair of Zoe's old flip flops laid in the corner, it crazy to think how small her feet were only last year. I walk up the wooden stairs to the landing on the top floor. To the right was my mom and dad's room, then on the left was Zoe's, it still had a little wooden sign hanging on the door reading her name. My room was at the end of the landing, I open the door and it creeks open. The room was quite big and spacious, it was pained a very pale yellow which felt comforting to me, one wall of the room covered in old posters of bands and artists I had liked last year, I laugh as I regret my music choices completely, those would have to be taken down as soon as possible. On the wall opposite the door was a set of glass pain doors leading out to a small balcony which faced the beach. I had definitely gotten the best room in the house. My bed was against the wall with a white, detailed bed frame, my closet at the other side of the room, mostly empty apart from a few old clothes I had left behind. I dump my bag on the bed and sit down next to it. Taking the room in.
"Hello?" asks a voice as footsteps come up the stairs.
"Hello?" I reply. Seconds later the boy comes in my room, flashing a smile.
"Your mom told me this was to be brought to your room?" he says, lifting a small bag.
"Oh thanks" I smile, taking it from him and putting it next to my other bag on the bed.
"Wow. This is a nice room" he smile, looking outside the glass doors. "The view is amazing" he laughs. While he is looking away, I take a second to look at him, his messy blonde hair, I could see his eyes now he had taken off his glasses, they were chocolate brown. I'm sure several girls would go weak at the knees by just looking at him.
"Yeah. I remember the first time we got to this place I had to claim the room for myself" I laugh.
"Could think better of your music taste though" he jokes, pointing to the posters on my wall.
"Trust me, first chance I get, those are getting taken down. I don't listen to stuff like that anymore"
"Good to know" he says, smiling at me.
"I'm Ally by the way. You kind of disappeared before I could introduce myself" I laugh.
"Nice to meet you Ally" he smiles again, surely his jaw must hurt with all this smiling. "I'm Austin Moon"
Austin Moon… Austin Moon… the guy who bullied me the whole way through Middle School.
Hope you liked the first chapter. Please tell me if you enjoyed it and if you want to read more!
