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Okay so here's the second part of Things That You Say I Can't Erase:

Flightless Bird, American Mouth

It had been awhile since she slept in her own bed; she forgot how it felt waking up in her own bed by the early sunlight shining through her window shades. Although she missed her other bed, it was nice waking up to the one she's known since before spending so much time at his place.

Half awake, half asleep, that's what Ally loves the most about Saturday's. Except for that particular daybreak. She still had a heart that was healing from the aftermath of everything. Ally kept it cool about their breakup in front of him but she was a disastrous mess. Rolling around her other side to get the early light off her face and going back to sleep was all she wanted. She didn't want to wake up just yet and face reality, what was she going to do? Her Saturday's used to consist of him, just him, and work, but mainly him.

Was it just her figment of imagination or was she actually hearing voices this early in the morning by her roommate? And the hoarse sound was becoming louder and louder for her to hear. What was he best friend doing up early, this wasn't like her; Trish never woke up early in the morning. It sounded like she was on the phone with somebody, and it sounded like she was getting irritated by the minute.

The angry, vociferously voice coming out of Trish's mouth was becoming louder and clearer, she was definitely pissed off now. After a few minutes of yelling, Ally heard the cell phone being closed very garishly.

Since the very spoken conversation happened, Ally couldn't get back to sleep. Her early peaceful morning was gone, she usually didn't have a lot of time to herself. She was either spending time with him, Trish, or work. But today, she didn't have to work, Trish probably has to work, and well- well he was off the table for considerations. This is a first in a long time where she doesn't have to feel rush. And man, she did not like that. The almost always happy, quirky Ally needs structure in her life.

Ally gets up and does her normal routine but this time slow, might as well since she isn't doing anything else.

After having a 10 minute break down in her shower on how her life is going nowhere she gets out of the shower. Her clothes were already all picked out, in her head, nothing like a white big t-shirt and grey baggy sweats could go wrong. She kind of chuckles to herself how she's pretty sure the clothes are from her ex boyfriend from high school. But it's still her favorite kind of outfit to wear.

Finally going to the kitchen she finds Trish on the couch reading a fashion magazine. It seems like she calmed down from her previous conversation because she smiles brightly to Ally. That or she is planning something really devious that Ally wants nothing to do with, she doesn't even want to hear whatever deceiving plot she has planned.

The two of them always traded off on who buys the groceries, and it was Trish's turn to buy them this week. Now she's pretty good at buying them but when Ally opened the refrigerator, she was disappointed. There was nothing, only a little bit of milk and one piece of bread. She checked the cupboards, and nothing again. Great, this is what she needed.

Maybe going out to get food is what she could do in her nonessential downtime. She asked what her friend was doing that day and Trish had told her she would be busy all day, that she should be leaving right about now. And with that, Trish got up from the grey couch and went out the door. Great, she's alone. Another thing that she needed after yesterday. No, maybe another time she'll buy groceries.

Their apartment building was even smaller than his. It was a pretty sketchy place to live that they were in but it was all they could afford with Ally working at her dad's music store in the mall and Trish working at the mall theatre. They were both out of college so they were still paying off their college money debt.

Her major was in the English field; but really, who would get an actual stable job with a major being that other than being a teacher, and she didn't want to teach kids anything, she was awkward with them.

Spending all four years at one of the top schools for New York for her English degree was an amazing experience. In the beginning she never wanted to go back to college while she was on break but Ally realized sometime during her college years that she was lucky to have been attending one of the top prestigious schools in America. Her dad always complained that he never got to see his uncoordinated daughter, so after she graduated he was veritably euphoric to have her back in the same city where he could visit her everyday without a predicament.

Going down the narrow hallway was a struggle, you always had to wait for people to pass by you if you didn't want them to be on top of you, and even that didn't help, they still brushed up against you. Ally didn't want to be touched by random strangers in her apartment building. She tended not to talk to her neighbors, they were creepy as heck. Her dad always offered to let Ally and Trish stay at her childhood house, but that would be weird. And she's tried talking to them before, just to be nice, but they were always rude towards her and Trish.

She was only living in Miami temporarily; all Ally needs to do is find out what school she wants to continue her education. And after she graduates from whatever that she'll be doing, she's going back to live in New York. Ally loves Miami and all but she's lived here forever and she's getting tired of it, she wants to experience the world; but it'll be awhile until she graduates and move out, so until then, she'll be living in her creepy apartment with Trish.

Miami always had nice weather, that's one thing New York didn't have year round. Even though they lived in a sketchy neighborhood that never stopped Ally to go on her regular walks when she would stay in their scrappy place.

The location was bad but the people around the neighborhood were actually nice. She hated when society stereotype people living in this part of the city as bad people, they weren't; they were all sweethearts and actually cared about you, not fake caring either, the real kind. All the people living in this neighborhood weren't that rich; their lives are terrible but yet they ask how you're doing, they don't complain about their messed up past. It's really extraordinary that their are people out in the world who are still like that. Now there were some people in the neighborhood who fit the stereotype of coming off really creepy and those are the ones Trish is afraid of when I choose walking instead of driving.

Ally ended up taking a bus to go across the city just to get her regular breakfast meal where the coffee shop was right next to his apartment. It wouldn't be any harm to check up on him, would it?

So there she was standing outside the building debating whether or not to go see him. He broke her heart but yet she craved for his enchanting presence.

It seems like the elevator was going extra slow for a reason, that it was making her think if going up to see him unannounced was a good idea. As the elevator crept closer to his floor her heart was pounding faster and faster. She was going to see him and she didn't know what would happen, she didn't even know what she was going to say to him. This is a bad idea. The button on the left lit up green when she pressed it, bad idea, Ally. But she really wanted to be with him, to see him.

Oh the complications.

He broke your heart, get out while you can. Don't go back to him. The little voices inside her head kept on repeating and giving her answers on not to see him.

Ding. That was her cue that she could either stay on and go back down to never return back here ever again, or to face him and see him once again. No, no, no. Go down, go down. She wanted the elevator to close fast and make her not think about coming back up ere but the doors stayed opened. Ally lifted her head up seeing a pair of converse trying to get into the elevator. She came face to face with a person she was least expecting. Her face fell and suddenly she was embarrassed for the way she was dressed. She felt exposed to him and it made her uncomfortable. Here she was standing in front of him in her messy form while he looked like he just got done being a model to sell apartments. It was frustrating. She didn't even smile at him, all she did was walk pass him and head straight to the apartment she was planning on going to. Ally just wanted to get away from him fast that she would gladly see her "ex."

Her dainty little hand knocked on the door of his. She was considering on just walking away because it was taking him along time to answer. But he finally opened the door with a look of who the heck comes here at 9 AM with only shorts on she may add. It was very hot of him and she almost reached out wanting to touch his stomach but Ally resisted and kept her head screwed on tight. He was always a late sleeper, and he always looked so cute sleeping peacefully.

His look towards Ally was just surprising, plain shock. But he plastered on a happy face towards her that she couldn't even tell her was faking. The nice country boy let her in. "Ally, it's so good to see you."

She smiled brightly at him. He was happy to see her, he was fricken happy to see her. That made her blush really hard and smile even more just thinking about it again. What he said was still processing in her head over and over again that she didn't even realize he was talking again until he said her name.

"What?" His lips always made her get lost in time. It was a wonderful thing.

"Ally, what are you doing here?" And the way he said that startled her. He's never used that tone with her, it made her almost want to punch something and she didn't know why. Just the annoyance in that voice made her a little peed off.

"I'm here to see you-" And then the unexpected but the expected happened. It was that same girl from yesterday that came out of their bedroom!

Oh. My God, she felt completely mortified that she was staring at the same girl from yesterday while she was half dressed; at least it was better than last time where she saw her naked butt.

"Babe, what's going on?" Two people having a conversation obviously!

"Um-" and that was all Ally could say. Anything else and it would've come off so mean, she didn't want to be mean. For all she knew the ginger could be a nice person, maybe dumb but nice.

"Ally, just say what you want and get out" he finally snapped. She was completely taken back. Strike two of not his normal self. What was going on with him?

They stared intensely at each other. How dare he say that with her, what made him have the right for him to treat her like that?

She was very hostile with him now, "I guess it doesn't matter anymore. I'll be getting my stuff and leave."

"Okay then."

She huffed and pushed past him. Ally walked into the bedroom and automatically got a whiff of sex in the air. Her nose wrinkled up at the thought him and her doing it. Disgusting. She gathered her clothing items from the closet then headed to the bottom drawer until she realized that some of the clothes weren't hers. There was a pile of clothes in the drawer that belonged to the nameless stranger. How long had she been living here without Ally knowing? She slammed the drawer shut and went straight to the bathroom.

Even her toothbrush was splayed on the white counter. It was there that she realized something, he was more committed to her than he was with Ally. The bathroom was almost fully all her stuff in it. There was a picture hanging on the wall of both of them, naked. There was a set of rug, one on the ground, one around the toilet's base, and the other one that was on top of the lid of the toilet, it was bright fluffy pink, definitely not his style. And there were new towels. Two she recognized, but the other four were new. Two of the towels were for the showers and the other two were for washing hands, but they were a matching set. Even the soap was different. He used to have the bottle kind because it was easier to get soap where the bar soap was hard to handle. And there it was, sitting on a clear glass holder. Geez how long has she been moved in?

So she was gone for a whole week last week because of fourth of July but still; that was a short amount of time to have them be together and then all of a sudden move in. It was just way too fast for a relationship, but what did she know? Her dad wanted them to go on a trip and Ally couldn't refuse the offer. He's been alone for a long time and she felt bad. So she guesses that is enough time to move in, but still, it made her mad that he was way more committed to her than Ally.

Their "love story" started the night she came back from New York. She thought it was love at first sight, but it wasn't.

Ally went back into the living with the box of her belongings. The box sat next to a coat rack that she never knew was there, but she concluded that it was probably hers. She has him so up her butt, she was kind of jealous. Ally wished it was her that made him be that way.

"Sorry for surprising you of my visit. I was just hoping to talk to you."

All he did was sigh while in the embrace of her, "Ally, we're done, over with. Actually, we weren't even anything."

Ouch, that hurt.

"But we did all those couply stuff" Ally confusingly pointed out.

"Get it in your like head, he was like using you because we like weren't together but we got back together again like a few weeks ago." The confession from her bewildered Ally that it blocked out how she felt about the way the stranger said it, the so many like.

Was it true? Ally looked at him to get his confirmation and it was true when he nodded his head. Then she continued on, "I just like moved in last week when you were like gone, we're like together. So like back off." Her threat sounded like she wanted it to be deadly but it wasn't. She had a valley kind of voice so it was an annoying voice. She said like in a total of seven times just within of two minutes, and Ally wanted to punch her so bad. But she doesn't do violence so she kept calm.

He was a douche; she's accepting the fact that he is a douche and she isn't lying this time. The guy didn't even tell her that he was sleeping with another girl from the very beginning and then not regretting what he did, he could've lied at least, that would have been better than not saying something. He could've at least tried to help spare some of her already but won't admit hurt feelings.

She was mortified at everything that happened. All she wanted to do was crawl in a giant bottomless hole and just die. So she was exaggerating a bit but she was allowed to. She just got told off by a total valley girl and he told her they weren't anything. Just yesterday he had said that he had feelings for Ally. It was a lie she guesses. Ally sniffled her way back to the elevator and waited.

When the doors opened she wanted to get in right away but she couldn't. Someone else was in there wanting to get out. Her head was kept down because she didn't want anyone to see her red puffy eyes. But she looked up because they weren't getting out. It was that dang blond dude holding two grocery bags.

"You know, that's the fourth time I'm greeting you and you look like your puppy just died" The converse guy laughed, stupid, who laughs at their own jokes?

Ally faked smiling big, "Hi."

"Hey, that's better!" He said still smiling at her obviously getting that she was fake smiling.

"Okay, well bye."

"Wait-" there was a long pause and Ally was waiting for him to continue but he didn't. All he did was stare at her.

"Are you trying to guess my name?" She sneaked a smile over at him.

His dimples popped out when he gave a sheepish smile, "Ah there's that smile, so what is it? Is it Gail, Muriel, Anne, am I close?"

"Muriel, really?"

"What, Muriel is a type of name that could fit anyone like you" he deadpan.

"A type like me?" She had set him up. And he froze, he was stuck. There was no way getting out of what he said without either sounding like a dick or idiotic. "I'm not telling you, you're a stranger, stranger danger" She let him out of the hole and gave her sarcastic duh voice; he just faked his hurt face.

"Well, I've lived here for about three years, I live a few doors down from that loser of a guy who you probably just visited." He pointed down the hall to the green door Ally just came out of. "And I like pancakes."

Ally wrinkled her nose in disgust, "pancakes, really?"

His big brown eyes widened and he gasped really loud at her, "you don't like pancakes!"

"How can I? They're all so gooey and doughy, yuck."

He shook his head at her, "well, what do you like, waffles?"

Ally chuckled a little bit and shook her head slightly. Her curly brown with chestnut highlights was still in a bun but it was low, so it was itching her scalp. This is what happens when she puts her hair up, she can never leave it up for a long period of time.

A door was opening down a few feet from them, the door kind of shut loudly so that prompted the pancake lover and her to turn towards the noise. It was them. They were holding hands and smiling until they spotted Ally and the guy staring at them.

"Austin." He said to the blond guy as he was walking pass them.

"Gavin." The guy known as Austin said to her guy, well not anymore. So Austin did know him, she just always assumed they were strangers to each other and never acknowledged one another.

How did they look so happy after what they both did to her? They both broke her heart into tiny little pieces and yet they have the audacity to look so jubilant. But as they both passed them they started talking and laughing loudly like nothing had just happened.

"Would you like to come in my house?" He pointed towards a rusty brown door. "I promise I won't kill you." He put his hands up and Ally could tell there was a hint of joke in his voice but his face was still serious looking.

"Thanks, but I should get home, my roommate is probably worried about me." She doesn't know why she lied to him, it's not like she needs to keep a secret of how much of a loner she is. It's not like he would care.

Ally did end up buying the groceries after her encounter, it was just something to do; and hey, they needed food, they couldn't go another day without it because they seriously had nothing.

Days pass by and she would like to say she's getting better about the whole embarrassment in his apartment but the truth was she wasn't. She was the same as when it happened. She was ashamed and humiliated down to the bone. There was no way she could leave her own little bubble. She won't get out and no one can come in and pop it, Ally won't let that happen again.

It's Monday again so that means her bubble little self has to go back into work to pretend to be all chirpy and happy to rude customers. At least she'll be able to see some of her favorite regulars.

Ally was suppose to be at the store to open it eight but she was running a little behind. This is what you get when you stay up late watching movies and crying. Also not having an alarm clock is a huge factor. She never needed it because she was at his place most of the nights and he always had an alarm clock that she woke up to. The bus ride should only take ten minutes if they didn't have to stop all the time, but it always ended up being a 20 to 30 ride.

Why did she agree to work with her dad and say she would work Monday mornings? Oh yeah, because she's going nowhere in life and at least it's is giving her some kind of income.

When she arrived at the back doors of the sore she saw that there was already a line forming anxious to get in. Once a month new shipments come and the day before they display all of the new instruments they have a sale on all of the "old" ones. She totally forgot that today was that day.

All throughout the morning she ran around the store frantic helping out the customers. There were suppose to be two workers working but the other one called in sick, and her dad was busy all morning so it was all on Ally to do all the work. Trouble was always there every time she would turn around; someone either was asking a lot of questions or was just staring at an instrument so that other customers couldn't buy them. One of them asked why the drums cost a lot even though they were on sale. Instruments cost a lot of money, even on sale! They aren't going to be cheap, duh. But she couldn't say that to them, that would be bad for business. All she did was give them a sheepish smile but that was all she could do. What was she suppose to say sorry? No, that's part of her paycheck; she's not going to apologize for wanting to get paid, Ally needs the money.

Finally around 1:30 her dad came in to work his shift. He let her go on her 30 minute break to get lunch. She used that to eat lunch with Trish while she was also on her break, how convenient. They went to their favorite coffee shop in the mall. She got her regular, a strawberry medium steamer.

Today was different, Trish was on her phone the whole time so it didn't even feel like she was out to lunch with her best friend from childhood. It's been four years since she's seen her best friend, and even though they've been roommates together for almost two months they still had a lot of catching up to do.

She glared at her friend that was still on her phone while sipping on her coffee. Is she really not going to talk to her? She might as well go back to work, Ally's pretty sure her dad would appreciate her helping out, it's probably still busy.

Before she could tell her friend that she was leaving to help her dad, Trish said she had to get back to work. Some friend she was.

As she entered the store through the back doors she thought she saw the familiar bristly of blond hair. But maybe she was having an illusion; she doesn't even know why she automatically thought of him, possibly because he was a nice guy to her, no matter how she treated him. But he was probably just like every other guy, just a guy wanting to get in your pants and then dumping them. She couldn't help it though, there was a slight smile forming on her face while.

Then she turned around and saw his dashing face. Holy crap, it was him. What was he doing in her dad's music place? Clearly to buy something but still.

He grinned wickedly to her and walked towards the counter. Luckily there weren't people waiting in line, actually there weren't a lot of people in the store, it had apparently die down.

"Well, well, miss Ally, what a pleasure seeing you here." She made a little gasp at how he said her name, she never told him. But then she remembered she had a name tag that her dad reluctantly had to get, it was mall policy that every store in it had to have name tags. "Have you visited him since I last saw you?"

"No." There was a hint of callousness in her voice and face.

"Good, he's seriously a dick, you could do better than him." He smiled at her and reached over by the phone. It was the a sky blue guitar pick he flipped then he walked out of the store. "See you around, Ally." And the way he said it was like he was wanting to see me again, that he was counting on it.

And he was right. This time she took this to heart. Yeah, Trish kept on telling her to forget about him but she always said it in disgust. She never did like him. Funny how a best friend could be one of the best judgement on a guy for you. But they're like like that with any guy. They have to, it's girl code. You have to pretend to like the guy while you're dating them but when the break up happens, boom, instant dislike. Her best friend is what you would call a strong personality. It was just a part of her that people either hated or loved.

Ally's tired of chasing a guy she can't have and obviously doesn't want her. He made it more clear than any guy she's been with. The way he treated her was bad. She didn't realize it at the time because she found everything he did charming but now that she's looking back, he was somewhat a dick to her. He never really wanted to hear what she did or wanted to talk about, he just nodded his head polity and then changed the subject. He never once wanted to meet any of her family or friends, and he somehow managed to get away. But maybe it was too fast to meet the family. What they had was very real to her but not for him. She could do better, she didn't need a guy where she had to chase them to get their attention. Ally was better than that.

Mwahaha, you all finally learned Gavin's name and Austin's.

So "Flightless Bird, American bird" is a song but I didn't use it because of that, There is a saying of what has been lost but accepting it. And well, Ally lost her guy but she has finally come around to accepting it, accepting that didn't need him, realizing how much of a dick he was to her. How she could do better. And if you are dealing with a guy like Gavin in this story, please know that your guy may have been handsome looking but just remember if he treated you right, treated everyone right. (I have nothing against Gavin in the show, I actually loved him, he treated Ally great, although nothing topped how Austin treated Ally, he treated her like a princess. Okay but anyway I just needed a guy to be with Ally and Gavin was her former boyfriend in the show).

So disclaimer to the show, I obviously don't have that much of a great imagination. ;) Disclaimer to the song title, Flightless Bird, American Mouth by Iron & Wine.

(Fun Fact: I was actually thinking about naming the story title to be Flightless Bird, American Mouth).

I apologize if there are any mistakes in here, I tried being thorough on my editing but if you do find anything, sorry!

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