Author's Note: Boo ya! Chapter two of Chaos! Please review! That is, if people are even looking at my story. I doubt it. Maybe, like, one person, but probably not any others. Enjoy!
~Christi
I come out from behind the plastic plant, and Ally quickly pulls away from Dallas. "Austin?" she says sharply. "What are you doing here?" I gulp. "I'm not here," I say quickly, waving my hands in front of my face. "I am just a hallucination." Ally rolls her eyes and sighs. "Really," she says bossily, putting her hands on her hips like she always does when she tells me that there's no food allowed in the store, or that I'm not allowed to eat off my pants. (1) I nod my head. Ally turns to Dallas. "Excuse me," she says. "It seems like I have a few issues I need to work out." She grabs my arm and leads me to the corner of the room. "What are you doing?" she asks harshly, her fingernails digging into my skin. I wince in pain. "Nothing," I whimper in reply. "Whatever you do," she growls, "you better not mess up my date with Dallas." I nod, feeling kind of scared of her. "Okay," I say, and she lets me go, walking back to Dallas. She talks to him for a while, and I decide to walk back to my house.
A few minutes later, I lay on my bed, thinking. Ally is my best friend. And if I tell her I love her, then she will probably not feel the same way, and our friendship will get ruined, and blah blah blah and all that other mushy stuff people say on movies. (2) Why did I help her with Dallas in the first place? And why did I freak out so much when I thought Ally had a crush on me? (3)
But at least I didn't have to stay orange forever. I laugh as I remember the expression on Ally's face when I walked into the Sonic Boom with a fake tan. I wish Ally had given me that hug, even though I was super sweaty. (4)
I pull my guitar in front of me and strum some random notes. "Blah blah blah," I say repeatedly, as if on loop. "Blah blah blah blah blah bla-" My bedroom door bangs open and my mom pokes her head in. "Austin, honey, are you okay?" she asks. I nod. "Yeah," I reply. "Why wouldn't I be?" My mom shrugs and closes the door. I flop back on my bed and bury my face on my pillow. I have to do something about Dallas and Ally. And fast.
The next morning-well, afternoon- I wake up and head to the food court. I want to give Dallas a piece of my mind.
I spot him by the cell phone accessory cart and walk over. "Hi, Dallas," I say, sniffing him. He smells like a fresh summer breeze, exactly how Ally had described him in her book. (5) He glances at me weirdly. "Uh, hi," he replies. I plaster a fake smile on my face. "So, are you and Ally, you know..." My voice drifts off and he nods cautiously. "Great!" I say, and my hand automatically curls into a fist. I punch Dallas' face and he clutches his nose. I gasp. Did I really mean to do that? (6)
Blood is gushing out of Dallas' nose. "Sorry!" I say, and grab a napkin, trying to mop the blood up. Ally runs over to me. "Dallas an I are boyfriend and girlfriend!" she says excitedly. "He punched me!" Dallas replies, and points a finger at me. "What!" Ally says. "Why?" I shake my head, though I think I know the real answer.
Ally yells, "Oh my gosh! I hate you! Why would you do something like this?" She stomps away, looking hurt. I frown.
I stomp into the practice room and sit down on the piano bench. I press random keys, singing, "I need a song, it can't be too long, song, song, song, song, song, song, song." (7) The door opens and I see Ally. "What are you doing?" she inquires. "Trying to make a song," I reply. "But I can only think of my 'I Need A Song' song." Ally chuckles, them frowns and leaves. "Ally," I call, "wait!" She opens the door and starts to walk out. I grab her by her dress collar. "What's wrong?" I ask. She looks up at me, her doe-brown eyes full of hurt. "Why were you trying to hurt Dallas?" she asks. "If you can't get along with the person I adore and am in love with, then we're not best friends anymore. And I'm definitely not your songwriter." She walks downstairs and I frown. I love her, and whenever I hold her close to me, I just never want to let her go.
But apparently that has to change.
1. He's referring to episode five of Austin & Ally, Bloggers & Butterflies.
2. And whatever else he said in Secrets & Songbooks.
3. Referring to Secrets & Songbooks. And have you ever realized how much Austin helps Ally with her crush on Dallas? Take Club Owners & Quincenearas, for example.
4. I wonder what would happen if Austin did have to stay orange forever. Hmm...
5. Secrets & Songbooks!
6. Well, of course he did. He loved Ally, duh.
7. Austin's 'I Need a Song' song from Rockers & Writers. Cheesy.
Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed the chapter! I kind of want to have things moving fast, but... maybe I'll change my mind about that at one point. I don't know. Chapter three coming soon! And also, could somebody P.M. me ideas? It would help. A lot, since I still have my dumb writer's block. This chapter took me five hours to write, and they usually only take me ten minutes! Which explains why they're not really good, and I doubt this one has gotten any better. Ta ta for now!
~Christi
