One thing she's sure of; Miami is nothing like the south.
And she's pretty sure her skinny jeans and fashion tops are horribly out of style here. She settled for borrowing a white, lacey dress and a pair of brown cowgirl boots from Autumn.
She's been in Texas for 3 days and she's learned quite a few things. She jotted them down in her book.
1) We wake up at 6.
2) "Yonder" is not an actual place.
3) It's not wise to wear tank tops.
4) If somebody says "mustang", they're talking about a horse, not a car.
A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts and she tucked her book securely away.
"Yes?"
Austin creaked the door open slightly and emitted a whistle from his lips.
"Don't you look like a real southern belle," he said, folding his arms. "How old are you, anyway?"
"Twenty one," she said. "You?"
"Twenty-two. Whatcha' doin?"
"Just writing some stuff," she said. Ally tried to ignore the flush that was creeping up her cheeks.
He grinned and took her hand, and she pulled back slightly.
"Come on, Ally, I ain't gonna hurt you."
She reluctantly allowed him to lead her outside. Autumn ran over and kissed him on the cheek.
Ally felt her heart sink.
Trish walked up as Austin went to crank up the truck. "Hey, Ally."
"Hey, Trish," she said. Looking around to make sure neither were watching, she twirled her hair a bit. "Autumn and Austin are dating?"
Trish burst into laughter. "Hell no. They're like brother and sister. Plus, Autumn's dating some guy named Houston."
"Geez, is everyone here named after this state?" she asked.
"Naw, but Austin's a pretty suave name. It's better than Dallas," Austin piped in with a scoff, coming up from behind her.
Dez started up the truck and Trish hopped in the passenger seat. Ally went to go back in the house, but Austin grabbed her hand. "Where are you going, Miss Ally Marie?"
"Inside?" she replied, feeling a lump catch in her throat.
He hopped into the bed of the blue truck. "Get in."
"Um, I don't know.."
"Ally, get in."
She sighed and allowed him to hoist her into the trucks. Blankets were laid out over it and she took a seat in the corner.
"Gee, you sure know how to make a fella' feel warm," Austin said. Ally rolled her eyes.
"Buddy, come here!" Austin yelled out the side of the truck. Ally peered her head open and saw a yellow lab hop up in the truck. Her eyes shot up.
"Aww, good boy," Austin said, reaching over the sides and picking up a stick. He threw it out and the dog hopped off to go get it.
"Was that your dog?"
"Naw, that was Aunt Grace's dog," Austin said, sticking one arm off the side.
"I thought Mimi was an only child?" Ally said.
"She is. You ain't never been to the south, have ya Als?"
Ally cringed at the petname. "Nope."
Austin flipped his hair. She couldn't help but noticed how blonde it was. Like the sun was radiating it's rays off of it just for him. And how absolutely wonderful his eyes were, like melting chocolate.
"It's getting late," Austin said, glancing up at the sky.
"Should we go home?" Ally perked up.
"Course not," Austin said. "Whattya think the blankets for?"
Dez pulled the truck over in front of a lake. The now darkening sky was reflecting off of it, and she looked around in awe as Austin helped her off the bed.
He took out the blanket and laid it over the hood of the truck. He hopped on it and helped her onto it.
"So what're we doing?" she asked. He laid his head back and pointed up towards the sky.
"I bet the lights in Miami drain out all this," he whispered. Her head gently laid back against the hood. It was breathtaking. Every star was aligned perfectly, and they were gleaming brightly. Almost if they were shining on her.
On them.
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Dez started the fire as Autumn spread out the blankets on the dirt.
She took the seat farthest away from people.
Austin scooted his blanket closer to hers.
He just couldn't leave her alone.
"Hey Dez, toss me my acoustic!" he yelled over his shoulder, and Dez barely threw a yellow-toned 6-string acoustic to Austin.
"You can play guitar?" Ally asked.
"Of course," he said, strumming it and tuning it as well. It sounded beautiful, especially since it had such a worn appearance.
"Austin's the best singer in all of Glendale," Dez said.
He smirked cockily and Ally rolled her eyes.
"Can you…play me something?"
He smiled warmly. "'Course."
He strummed the guitar and paused for a minute, before continuing to play.
"You know Zack Brown Band, Als?"
She nodded slowly and curled her legs up as he started to sing.
She's got eyes that cut you like a knife and
Lips that taste like sweet red wine
And pretty legs go to heaven every time
His voice was soft and melancholic, and his southern drawl seemed to slightly fade as he sang, but it was still distinguishable. He could sing a lot better than she expected.
She's got a gentle way that puts me at ease
When she walks in the room I can hardly breathe
Got a devastating smile knock a grown man to his knees
He winked at Ally and she felt her face grow hotter. Of course, the fire was right in front of them.
She got whatever it is
It blows me away
She's everything I wanna say to a woman
But couldn't find the words to say
She's got whatever it is
I don't know what to do
He paused, and she realized he was waiting for her to sing the next line. Her throat went dry, but she stuttered it out.
Everytime I try to tell her how I feel, it comes out I love you
He joined her on the next line.
You got whatever it is.
Ally smiled as Autumn and Dez clapped.
"You've got a pretty good voice, Austin," she smiled.
"Me? How about you? You've got this angel voice thing goin' on for you, whatever it is."
Her face flushed again.
"You're a really good singer, Ally," Autumn said. "You and Austin go well together."
Trish elbowed her in the side. "In more ways than one."
Ally groaned and threw another log on the fire.
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End of the second chapter! As usual, review :D
~rebel