A/N: Sorry for making you wait. I'm glad you liked the prologue :) This chapter will be even better, I swear. Thanks for reviewing anyways.
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"So do you like my new dress, baby?" Ashley twirled a lock of her honey-colored hair around her finger and waited for her boyfriend's response.
"Of course. It looks amazing on you, babe," he grabbed her by the waist and brushed his lips against hers.
Looking at them being all flirty and lovey-dovey on the couch made me sick and my urge to puke increased every second that passed by.
After washing my hands - hygiene is always at the first place for me -, I went to the kitchen, directed to the fridge that was taking care of my delicious chicken. I knew I would've regretted eating after seeing the couple again, but I hadn't had a meal in hours and my stomach felt empty.
I set the table with all the tableware and ate my dinner in silence, catching a few words or laughs coming from the living room every now and then. I couldn't help but rolling my eyes at their soppiness.
"Ally! Come here!" Great, she was calling me.
Quickly I swallowed down a glass of water, hoping I wouldn't throw up that too. So, I reached the living room and stood on the carpet before the couch. "What?"
"Austin is staying over tonight," she announced, sending him another flirty smile.
That caught me off guard but I still managed to say something, the first thing that came up in my mind. "And where is he sleeping?" I couldn't believe she would let a guy sleep here while our parents where at a convention out of town.
Ashley laughed. "On the couch, silly. I wouldn't let him sleep with me after two days of dating. What do you take me for?"
I blocked myself from answering at this, since the reply would've probably come out very mean. "I was just wondering, you know."
"If it's a problem for you-" Austin butted in. Yes, it is.
"No, she's fine with you staying there for the night, Austin. She's just not used to it, right, Ally?" She shot me a look, trying to convince and burn me down at the same time.
"Yeah, it's fine," I told Austin, even if my eyes were directed to my sister's.
"Cool," he cheered and stood up, "is there something to eat? I'm starving!"
How much a boy can eat? I think I gave myself an answer when I observed Austin devouring the rest of the chicken I left, which wasn't exactly a small amount. Ashley's boyfriends have always been somehow weird. Once she dated a guy that had his body full of tattoos and piercings, another time she dated a rich British guy who couldn't stop talking about his family business and stuff. And now, she's dating a carnivore.
My songbook was spread open on my bed in front of me and the white pages were calling my name, imploring me to write some new good lyrics in them. But nothing came up to my mind and I couldn't find a way to fill that emptiness. Usually, my mind is full of lyrics or ideas for my next songs; lyrics just flood my thoughts all the times. Not this time, though. I was a bit upset at my sister for inviting her boyfriend to stay over but I couldn't really be mad at him 'cause he seemed nice. But then again, since he was dating my sister, he was probably one of those unreliableguys who date girls for fun. At the thought, I felt sick for the second time that day and sighed because it seemed like my idea of romance was only shared by movie producers.
Staring at those white pages was pointless, so I closed the book and laid down on my bed, listening to the noises coming from my sister's room. Austin was there and I had been listening at them laughing and chuckling together for hours and I really don't want to know what the few moments of silence consisted in. I shuddered.
A door cracked opened and footsteps followed that sound, along with Austin's and Ashley's whispers: listening closely, I think they wished each other good night.
It was time he finally went to sleep, so I could get my well-deserved rest. At one point, their laughs started to become annoying and that 'point' was just after three minutes he walked into her room.
I turned around, so I could face the window and look at the moon lighting the spot just under the windowpanes. It's funny how I got to see two Moon's in a day. I giggled at my own joke, but then I realized how lame it sounded and turned around again. Every time I closed my eyes, my eyelids would shut open again without advertising me. Yeah, it was absolutely the right night for suffering of insomnia.
I got off the bed and dragged myself downstairs to drink or eat something; I decided to keep myself busy till I got tired enough to drift off once I reached my bed.
Carefully, I tiptoed into the kitchen and opened the fridge. I found a bottle of orange juice and started sipping on it, when a voice echoed in the room and the next thing I knew my shirt was soaking wet.
"Ally is that you?" Austin repeated.
"Austin! You scared me!" I whisper-yelled at him, touching the enormous orange stain on my no-longer-white pajamas shirt.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you or to make you spill orange juice on your shirt," he laughed, pointing at that little mess on my upper body.
"I wonder what would've happened if you did it on purpose," I replied sarcastically, sounding a little more harsh than I meant to.
He sighed, staring at his hand that was currently resting on the island, "Why don't you like me?"
"Because you're just another jerk my sister decided to date."
"Woah! You don't even know me."
"Trust me, I do. All the guys Ashley dates are jerks. They look for a fling or a one-night-stand. They ask her on a date, they kiss her and then they won't call. I've experienced this so many times." Maybe it wasn't something I was supposed to say to my sister's boyfriend but I was so frustrated and I wished with all my heart that my sister could have a steady relationship with a guy who truly loved her and cared for her. I knew that if she found the right one, she would instantly fall in love.
Austin lowered his gaze, his face turning dead serious. A long silence followed my speech and I surely didn't want to be the one speaking again. Luckily, he spoke first. "Still, you don't know me."
His eyes found mine and a small smile played on his lips. "For example," he started, hoping onto the island, "I like to eat pancakes at night when I can't sleep."
My eyebrow raised. He totally changed the topic. "At this late in the night?"
Austin answered with a simple nod, as if it wasn't weird at all.
"Oh, and let me guess. You can't sleep and you want pancakes right now, am I right?" I crossed my arms over my chest playfully and shot him a look.
He hopped off the island in just one motion and walked up to me. "I wouldn't mind." Now that he was so close to me, I finally took a longer stare at his features, observing the color of his eyes, the perfect shape of his lips and his cute rounded nose. Probably I stared at him for too long, but I managed to get out of my trance and say something. "We can make pancakes together if you want. I can't sleep either and we've got all the ingredients."
Austin threw his fists up in the air and let out a "Woo!"
Without even registering what I was doing, I put my hand over his mouth, trying to shush him. "Don't be so loud! Ash is sleeping."
He gently took my wrist and held it at the level of his chest, "Sorry, you're right."
The little electricity his touch made me feel was a new sensation for me, but I decided to ignore it. His fingers encircled my wrist for a few seconds more than they should have. "Austin, I need that wrist."
"Oops," he said, letting go of me. A blush crept onto his face, contrasting with his bleach blonde hair. I couldn't help but find it adorable. Who doesn't find a guy who blushes adorable? Whatever.
Once I recalled to my mind where all the ingredients were, I placed them neatly on the counter, ready to start the preparation. I scanned through them, to make sure I'd taken everything I needed. "The only thing missing is a bowl and then we can start preparing the pancakes."
"But first you may want to change your wet shirt," Austin pointed out.
How could I forget about my shirt? The stain was still there and every time it'd touch my skin, I'd feel a cool sensation. I wanted to bury my head under the ground. "Yeah, I should. Be right back." Without looking at him, I darted out of the kitchen and scurried to my bedroom. One minute later, I came back with a plain yellow tank top and found Austin already blending some ingredients together. "You really couldn't wait, could you?"
Apparently, he hadn't noticed me entering, so he flinched a little, splashing a bit of the dough out the bowl. "Ally! You scared me!"
I laughed. "It's a tie now."
He just laughed along with me, but then something caught his attention. "Uh, a yellow tank top! You know, yellow is my favorite color. I'd wear this color every day."
"Oh, really? I like it too," I said truthfully, but I wasn't quite sure what his point was. Maybe he was just trying to make conversation.
We continued our preparation in silence, focusing on each passage of the overused recipe of pancakes; it's not like he's the only one who likes pancakes. Well, I love pickles more but still.
Between the laughs he stole from me because of his countless messes, he changed the subject for the second time. "Don't you think your sister will get mad when she finds out we made pancakes together… at night?"
I shrugged. I haven't actually thought about this till then. "I don't think so. Otherwise, I'll tell her it's your entire fault."
He chuckled. "Oh, thanks! And I'll your boyfriend it's your fault if he asks."
I tightened my grasp on the ladle I was holding. "You can't, since I don't have a boyfriend," my voice showed a bit of unwanted sadness.
"You don't have a boyfriend? Seriously? How come a cute girl like you is still single?"
My grasp on the utensil loosened and I accidentally dropped it into the mixture of flour, eggs and milk. It wasn't a compliment I expected to hear from his mouth. My sister's boyfriend's mouth.
He shut his eyes closed, pondering on what he had blurted out. "I'm sorry, I wasn't supposed to say that. It was a bit uncalled for."
"It's okay," I reassured him, trying my best to control the high speed of my heart beats, "thanks, anyways." In return, he smiled and I'm glad he didn't add nothing, because things were getting very awkward.
After a couple of minutes, pancakes were finally done.
We carefully set them on the plates and argued about which topping was better.
"I'll go for the whipped cream, so I can draw smiley faces on them!" He exclaimed, childishly. Smiley faces? Really?
"Here," I handed him the bottle of whipped cream and tried to open a jar of maple syrup. "How does it-" I felt something rather soft hitting my nose, "-work?" He burst out laughing.
"Austin! If any of that whipped cream stained by chance my tank top too I will kill you!" I cried, my eyes closed in desperation.
"No, it didn't," he shook his head, his mouth in a firm line, "but now it did." Quickly, he pressed on the spray button and my yellow tank top was adorned with the white substance.
I gasped. He was in serious trouble. "You are dead." Austin started running around the room, with me behind him. Ugh, he was fast. "You're going to pay for this!" I shouted in an angry way, out of breath.
"Catch me first!"
"Are you guys partying without me?" Austin stopped. My hands collided with his back. Ashley was leaned on the doorframe, waiting for an answer or, worse, an explanation.
"Ashley, babe, w-we couldn't sleep so we made pancakes. I considered waking you up, but you were sleeping so..." His hand was now torturing the back of his neck.
"Don't worry about this, I'm not mad," we both let out a breath, "but I want pancakes too."
"Sure, Ash," I replied, hurriedly handing her a plate, "choose your topping."
Her eyes landed on the bottle Austin was holding. "Hmm. Whipped cream! Austin, baby, give me some."
He approached her and sprayed a bit of cream into her mouth, making both of them giggling. I felt a pang in my stomach. "Guys, I'm tired. I guess I'll go sleep now."
Austin put on a sad expression. "What about the pancakes?"
"I'm not hungry, sorry. I'll eat some tomorrow morning. Enjoy your meal and good night."
"Good night," they chorused.
I took one last glance at them before walking away.
I felt sick again.
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