Hey guys! I wanted to thank my reviewers. I wanted to do a shoutout to BennyXArtemis, who said that if this was an Austin story they wouldn't have read it! I thought about making this story based on the relationship between Austin and Ally, but I realized it wouldn't work because of the character development I want to have the main characters go through. After all, Austin is already pretty serious, and Ally, although she is submissive sometimes, can stand up for herself when she must. So thus, we have a Dez/OC. I know Dez may seem a little OOC, but I try to explain throughout the chapters that he himself knows he's not being himself, and that Macy is the one that's causing him to change.
Disclaimer: I don't own Austin and Ally. :/
Dez awoke on the couch. It took him a minute to remember why he wasn't in his bed and another minute to remember why he'd allowed a complete stranger to stay the night in house. And then it hit him. It wasn't any stranger. It was Macy. He felt like he had known her for a thousand years.
He glanced at the clock and realized that it was close to 10 in the morning. He checked his shirt to see if there were makeup stains on it from when Macy had been crying last night. After she realized that he knew what the bruise was actually from, he'd pulled her into his arms. She had sobbed into his chest and he held her like he'd done it before. They drifted off to sleep sometime around 3, after Macy had shed all of the tears she was able to and Dez's hand had grown numb from rubbing circles on her back.
Dez was walking down the hall to change his clothes when the bathroom door swung open.
And there stood Macy. In nothing but a towel. Dez's eyes grew to the size of saucers before he had gained enough common sense to cover them with his hand. He heard a delicate giggle from Macy.
"Sorry. I thought you would still be sleeping." She must have shifted, because a strong scent of girly soap came wafting out from the bathroom, soap that must have belonged to his mother. He'd never noticed it on her, but on Macy it was wonderful.
He took a deep breath and tried to steady his voice before answering her. "No, it's okay. I did tell you to make yourself at home, after all."
She laughed again. "You don't have to cover your eyes, you know."
"Oh, yes I do. My mom taught me to respect a woman and not to let my eyes wander. She almost turned me off of women from all of the things she told me."
"So you're gay?"
"I said almost. I like chicks."
"That's good to know. I'm... I'm gonna go get dressed."
"That would probably be good."
He felt her move past him. When he heard his bedroom door shut, he slowy removed his hand from in front of his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to clear his mind of the image of Macy standing in a towel. It was almost comical that Macy asked him if he were gay. He had been receiving that question since he'd entered high school. The truth was, he'd always wanted to find the right girl. While other guys were bragging about how many hook-ups they'd had, Dez stood tall and proud, knowing when he finally made love to a girl, it would be absolutely worth all the name-calling and bullying he'd endured.
Dez and Macy sat at the counter, quietly eating cereal to pass the time before they met up with the gang at Sonic Boom.
Dez sided against drinking his milk from the bowl like he always did. Instead he moved to pour it down the sink.
"Has your boyfriend tried to contact you? Text or call or anything?"
Macy rolled her eyes. "Yeah, but I turned my phone off. That will really piss him off."
"Is it even appropriate for me to call him your boyfriend? What's his name?"
Macy sighed. She stirred her cereal as if she was hoping to avoid this question. Dez wasn't sure why, though. Wouldn't it be better for him to call him by his actual name in the police report instead of more descriptive terms? Asshole. Abuser. Prick.
"John."
Dez only nodded, trying to hide the disgust he immediately felt for anyone with the name John. Even his own uncle had suddenly become less awesome.
"Dez?" Dez couldn't answer her. He didn't know why, but he had suddenly become unable to do anything except hate John.
"Dez." This time, when she spoke, she was much closer to him. He felt her small hand come to rest on his arm. He glanced down and realized that he was gripping the sink, knuckles white and fists unmoveable.
He let out a slow breath, and then released his death grip on the sink. Macy sighed in relief and let her hand come away from his arm.
When she went to turn away, however, Dez quickly reached out and held her hand. "I would never treat you the way John did." He didn't know what made him say this, but he was glad it was said. Macy seemed appreciative, also. She didn't shy away, didn't shrink into herself like Ally did when someone paid her a compliment. Macy stood tall and strong, a smile plastered onto her face and her hand joined with Dez's.
She thought for a minute before replying. Dez waited patiently, still holding her hand and resisting the urge to pull her against his chest.
"I know you wouldn't. I don't know how I know, but I know you're different."
And he was. Dez was nowhere near the normal teenage boy stereotype. He didn't listen to loud music and he didn't party on the weekends. He didn't flunk school on purpose or disobey his parents. He did what he did and he was who he was to be unique. He wanted to be good, to be a good person.
Finally. Someone who realized this. And she was standing in front of him, smiling like she felt the same way.
There you have it. Chapter 2! Thanks for your continued support, and please review. :)
Until Next Time, Anabelgem14