A/N: I've been wanting to write again!
Thanks for reading, and please review.
Ally followed Austin to a small park a few blocks down. It was one that she had remembered playing on when she was young. It was early in the morning so there were no children playing. She did see a few woman going on walks with their toddlers or babies in strollers, but other than that, no sign of anyone looking for them.
Austin pulled Ally down and covered her mouth. "He should be here soon to give me the money. Afterwards, we'll buy a bunch of food, hide it, and then we've got to disguise you."
"What about you?" she asked harshly.
"Trust me Ally... I'm doing what I know is right. Just go with it." She rolled her eyes. Right now, she'd love to feed him to sharks and watch as they tore his body apart. Now she's the one who sounds like a murderer.
"Here he is." Austin stood up. "Get up." He demanded and she did as he said.
Austin took the money from the man and thanked him. Ally followed the nineteen-year-old boy to the nearest CVS and he grabbed just about every junk food product they sold.
Afterwards, she followed the bossy boy to a hair salon. Ally was sat down in a black, leather chair and the tattooed woman, who freaked her out, stood above her, messing with the messy hair. "What are we doing with you today?"
Before Ally could answer, Austin popped in. "Can we color it?"
"Course." The woman pondered between the two. "What color are we gonna dye it?"
"Dark brown, almost black color." Austin replied for her once again. The woman walked away to mix the colors.
"Black?" Ally asked, gritting her teeth. "My hair's fine just they way it is."
"Just shut up and let the woman color your hair. And besides, its dark brown." Ally rolled her eyes and sat back. Why'd she ever go out with Austin in the first place?
Oh yeah; he was hot, dreamy, sweet, athletic. Did she mention sweet?
"Whatever. If it looks bad, I'll make you dye your hair pink." Ally threatened. "Bright pink."
He just laughed. "You'll like fine, Ally. You always do." Fuck. Did he really just say that?
Ally couldn't help but blush, although she didn't necessarily want to. She knew he regretted what he said, but she would to if after two years, he ended it with her because of some girl. Who now happened to be dead.
Ally shivered. She didn't realize the woman had begun putting dye into her hair. Was she really doing this?
After Ally had gone from the lightish brown hair, to this dark, almost black hair, her and Austin were back on the streets. It freaked her out to see herself like she was now.
"Can we go somewhere?" Ally whispered to Austin. "I'm tired."
"Follow me." So she did. Down to another factory type place.
"Ugh, this one smells worse than the last one." Ally complained, slapping her hand over her nose. "This has gotta be unhealthy."
"Stop your whining. At least your not in prison." He pulled her into a room and shut the door.
"Prison's probably better than this." She muttered and sat down on the floor. Her wedges had been killing her so she decided to give herself a break.
"Trust me." He stared into her eyes. "It's not. At all."
"Wait." Ally suddenly stood up, forgetting the pain in her feet and gasped. "You've been to jail?"
Austin rolled his eyes and put his hands on her shoulders. "I got a DUI, okay? It's not a big deal. At least compared to what I did last night, it's not."
Ally once again, shivered. He was pissed at Kira, and bam, he killed her. What if he got annoyed of having to lug her around everywhere? It would be easy to kill her just as easily as he did Kira.
She forgot about what they were talking about and looked up at his dark eyes. "A-Austin?" She asked, her voice shaky. "I have a q-question."
He smirked at her. "What is that question?"
"I'm safe with you, right?" She gulped. "I mean, you're not gonna..." Her head was dizzy. "You're not gonna kill me, too?"
Austin rolled his eyes. "And why would I kill you?"
She wrapped her arms around her body. "Because you killed Kira."
"I had a reason to kill her!" Austin yelled, which made Ally squeal and jump back. She wasn't scared of him yelling, but right now she didn't feel safe. "Ally..." He whispered, now. "She took you away from me. I killed her because she caused me to lose you. Now do you think I'm gonna kill you?"
Internally, she smiled and blushed and felt all lovey. But on the outside, she just stared at him. "I guess not." She ran her hand through her hair. "And by the way, I really hate what you did to my hair."
"Don't." He smiled and took a lock into his large hands. "It makes you look badass. I like it."
"I don't want to look badass." She whined. "I want to be my cute, innocent little self!"
"Oh, we both know you're not as innocent as you seem." He really knew how to push her buttons. They'd never actually had sex, but they'd had make-out sessions and foreplay, too sometimes.
"So you won't kill me, right?" Ally asked. She wanted to change the subject as soon as possible.
He rolled his eyes. How many times have they done this to each other? Austin reached his arms around her body, and wrapped her in a hug. Ally breathed in. His scent filled her nose. Oh, how she missed his scent. She missed everything about him.
"Believe me, now?" He asked.
She nodded. "Yeah, yeah." Her head began to feel dizzy again and she fell down.
Austin's eyes widened and he got on his knees. His hand felt her forehead, and it was a little warm. "Are you okay?"
Ally began to cry. "You don't know how much I miss my life right now."
"I know, I know." He helped her out of her shoes and lay her down on top of some old cushions that happened to be in there. "Rest, okay? I'll be right here."
Ally nodded and turned over on her side. Her head began to pound and she'd wished she was home. If her head ever hurt this badly at home, she would grab her sweater from her chair, slip it on, and run downstairs to her mom. Her mom would then grab her a water bottle and 2 pills of Advil to kill the pain. After half an hour, Ally's head would begin to stop hurting.
But know, there was no sweater. And no chair. No Mom. No water bottle. Oh, and no Advil.
There was one thing that she cared about, though. And that was Austin Moon.