So I found out that I get this tingly feeling whenever someone reviews this good. CONTINUE, PLOX. LOL. I LOVE YOU ALL.
(And this isn't based on a real story, duh, but it's actually ME and my friend LIZ. Yuh. So 3.)
Basically, what I'm trying to say is;
Bitches, I AM Ally :D
Oh, and sorry about the thing that made it all confusing in chapter three. Like, the double 'almost a week later' shiz. Liz made the 'A's' into 'Ace's', so it did that for some reason
surry.
'n enjoy.
PS HURP DERP: This is a long chapter, not on purpose. LOL.
"SWEENEY," called Ally. Only she was directly next to his ear, so he jumped about a foot in the air and landed back on his bed with a 'thud'.
"God, what is it?" he grumbled, murderous already.
"Breakfast," said Ally sweetly, pointing to the tray. Sweeney didn't spare it a glance and buried his face into his pillow again. "Go away." He muttered, his voice muffled by his pillow.
"Tsk, tsk, growing men should always eat their breakfast." Ally said with a grin. "Oh, well, I guess I'll eat this delicious meal for myself."
Sweeney curiously opened one eye. "What is it?"
"Pancakes."
Sweeney sat up in one swift motion. "I'm up now, okay? Give me the fucking pancakes."
Ally laughed. "Sure thing, Master Todd." She handed him the tray and then sat down on the floor next to his bed. He raised an eyebrow. "What?" he said, not wanting to be disturbed while eating, in case a customer came in. What would they think if a blue-haired girl was in his parlor? Blasphemy. (ehehe... I love that word)
"I'm makin' sure you eat it all," Ally said sweetly, smiling. Sweeney looked down at his food. Three chocolate-chip pancakes were stacked on his plate, smothered with honey and whipcream. He had to admit, it looked pretty good. Shrugging, he grabbed his knife and fork and dug in.
After his first pancake, he looked around for something to drink. His breakfast was good, alright, but he had nothing to wash it down with. Ally noticed him looking and giggled, but said nothing about a beverage. "'Scuse me, 'ut I'd 'ike sumthin' ta drink," he said, his voice all muffled because of the rich breakfast in his mouth. The girl laughed harder at this, and said, still laughing, "You'll have to come downstairs if you want something to wash that chocolatey goodness down." Sweeney looked like he would wanna kill her at that moment, all because of some milk. Ally, however, found it hard to take him seriously, as he had chocolate on his nose and fingers, as if he was a small child who couldn't hold utensils right. Holding in laughter, Ally went out of Sweeney's reach, walking backwards. Sweeney put his tray down at the foot of the bed, a pancake and a half still upon the plate, and started stalking towards Ally. Ally burst out laughing and accidentally trod on something that moved downwards with her foot -
The pedal.
Ally uttered one word as she lost ballance. "Shit!"
It took Sweeney a second to realize what was happening. He didn't exactly want the girl to die, but he didn't particularly enjoy having her around...
Ally screamed, bringing him out of his reverie. She had stumbled backwards and almost fallen through the bakehouse trapdoor, but had caught the arm of the chair just in time. It was slanted, as was the rest of the chair, but she had hooked her hand on the top of it. "Oh, god, help me, you wretched barber!" she screamed, surprising Mr. Todd. He quickly stepped forward and stomped his foot on the pedal that made the chair return to normal. Ally quickly maneuvered herself so she wouldn't get caught in the floor when it got back up. Once Ally was out of mortal peril, and the chair had righted itself, the girl turned to the murderous man.
"Don't you have some sort of stopper for that thing?" She said, quite seriously, but there was a small smile on her face. Sweeney couldn't understand why it was there, so he asked, "Wipe that grin off your face, why would you be smiling after you almost killed yourself, you clumsy girl?" Ally just laughed at that, and Sweeney couldn't understand why. Ally explained. "You have chocolate on your face. It's sorta cute." She grabbed a cloth from the table where he kept his barberering stuff, and wiped the chocolate off his nose and the side of his mouth. "There. Now I'm gonna go downstairs. By the way, I think your pancakes are cold." With that, she skipped downstairs and into the pie shop.
"What?" Mr. Todd mumbled to no one in particular, whirling around to face his plate of cold breakfast. "Aw... I was enjoying that..."
Meanwhile, Mrs. Lovett and Liz were wandering around the market. Liz was excited to see the dresses and victorian style markets for real.
"Oh! Look!" She said excitedly, pointing to Mrs. Lovett's favorite dress shop. Nellie considered... She really did need a new dress, and Liz had gotten a few tips from Mrs. Lovett's customers, and she had saved enough to get herself a dress and possibly some other things to go along with it.
"Would you like to go in and have a look, love?" she asked. Elizabeth's eyes instantly lit up and she nodded excitedly.
As they entered the building the rush of excitment that clung to Liz left as quickly as it came . Standing before the two were rows and rows of bright coloured dresses . Pink, Violet, Magenta . Liz tryed to keep from sighing from the sight .
Although rows of black stood tall behind the front rows, and this caught Mrs. Lovett's eye . "Come along now," She said to Liz who still happened to be moping . Her movements were sluggish and unhappy, hoping Mrs. Lovett wouldn't put her into one of the many fluffy pink dresses they past .
Rows of dark colours finally caught Liz's attention as they neared them . The excitment came again, rising as Mrs. Lovett said, "Pick wot 'ou like," Liz couldn't help but stare in awe . An exilerated thank you left her lips as she skurried (./icanspell) over to a row furthest back . Mrs. Lovett herself smiled at the childs excitment, her attention redirected to a scarlet dress on her left...
When Mrs. Lovett and Liz got back from the market, they heard music coming from the familiar place down the hall, Ally's room. Liz grinned, her new dress slung over her arm for safekeeping. (allynote; lolwut?) Turning to Mrs. Lovett, she said, "I'll put my dress in Ally's room, then I'll come help you with the groceries." Nellie nodded, and Liz hurried to Ally's room. Pressing her ear against the wall, she heard Michael Jackson music from her best friend's room, along with Ally's voice singing along. (allynote; YES. I LOVE MJ. LOL.)
"What have we done to the world?... Look what we've done. What about all the peace that you pledged your only son? What about flower fields, is there a time? What about all the things that you said was yours and mine? Oh, screw it..." came Ally's voice as footsteps went towards where Liz supposed she had her stereo. "Depressing song is depressing... There, that's better!" Billie Jean came on, and Liz laughed and opened the door. "WELCOME BACK!" Ally yelled, hugging Liz. "Oh, oh, lemme see your dress! It looks beautiful!" Of course, Ally hated wearing dresses, but she loved seeing her best friend in them. If it makes one happy, it makes the other happy.
People always told me,
Be careful what you do.
Don't go around breaking young girls' hearts.
And mother always told me,
be careful who you love.
Be careful who you do,
because lies become true.
(allynote; yes i had to add it, MJ3)
Once Liz had fitted nicely into her dress she made a little twirl for Ally. She modeled it and took on some sassy poses as she showed off the beautiful corset. It's lineing had been laced at the top, covering the girls chest with black fabric. The dress continued to flow down her body with a diffrent colour, bows adorned at her waist. The silk material was a deep royal water blue, a layer of black mesh covering over it. The black and the blue matched the chocolate coloured girl's hair, which her and her best friend dyed recently. Ally held a hand up, a look of complete seriousness upon her face. Liz stopped obligingly, and put her arms at her sides. Ally slowly circled her friend and stopped once behind her. The blue-haired girl sighed and grinned, not that Liz could see it. She undid the first strings of the corset and Liz asked, "Uhm, what are you doing?"
"Fixing it," said Ally in a monotone. Suddenly, Liz's air was knocked out of her as her corset was tightened painfully. Ally laughed as she retied the strings, much tighter than they had been formerly. (allynote; is that a word?) "It's... a bit... tight, isn't it?" Liz said, slightly out of breath. Ally shook her head. "People in this... era... don't have loose corsets, love." Ally looked out her window, which showed the sky. It was a murky gray colour as usual, but it seemed as though it was going to rain.
Ally's eyes became alight with excitement. "Uh, Liz, I'm gonna go outside." Liz took a look out of the window and back to her friend. She nodded, smiling; Ally couldn't resist the chance to go out in the rain, even if it meant risking getting a cold. Ally smiled and said, "By the way, the dress is amazing," before hopping off to Mr. Todd's balcony.
The reason she went there is because she would probably have better chances of getting up to the roof than anywhere else.
A few minutes after this, as Ally had grabbed herself a snack, Todd heard some footsteps above him. This would have been normal for Mrs. Lovett to hear, as she was below him, and he paced like a maniac. (allynote; I would say something like 'he paced like a racehorse who had to pee', but that'd be... uh... yeah.) Which he was. But Sweeney knew that no one was above him, besides birds, and birds didn't have heavy footsteps. Or, you know, voices.
"This museum full of ash, once a tickle, now a rash. This used to be a funhouse, but now it's full of evil clowns!" Ally's cheery voice, singing - not well, she didn't take it seriously :3 - came from above Sweeney. Ugh..., he thought. The tinkling of a bell announced the arrival of a customer. Perfect timing. Sweeney grinned as the voice from above him stopped, aswell as the footsteps.
In a few minutes time, there was yet another sound of the gurle of blood, the stomping of a pedal, and the crack of a head on the bakehouse floor. Todd put his arm (razor herpderp) up to the window to see how the silver and ruby colours made light in the dreary space that was his shop. He stood that way for a while before he abruptly brought his arm and friend down to clean it with the rag hanging from his belt.
Meanwhile, Ally was sitting on the edge of the roof, an apple core beside her. She was staring to the gray sky, her hair and clothes completely drenched and her skin paler than usual. There was the flash of lightning, and the rumble of thunder in the distance. Ally smiled; she loved thunder and lightning, whereas most people are afraid of it. She only came inside when the rain got thicker and turned white. This wasn't exactly what she'd be accustomed to; it was summer, after all. But I guess when you're living with Sweeney Todd and Eleanor Lovett in London, you can't know what to expect.
Ally got to her feet and grabbed the eaten apple from where she had been sitting. Suddenly, a grin creeped on her face. Hmm... she thought. I could put this in the garbage... but there's no compost... it'd just rot until we took the garbage out... She brought her arm back as far as possible and chucked the apple core with all the strength she could muster. It went over a rooftop and the girl swore she heard an "OOF!" from far across the street. Laughing, she slid down the roof on her bottom and landed on the top of the staicase in front of Mr. Todd's shop. Suddenly, Ally sneezed. Uh oh... As quickly as possible, she slid down the banister of the stairs and into the house, slipping through the kitchen as she went.
"Ally? Where are you going, love- what's all this water?" Mrs. Lovett's voice faded as Ally ran through the halls in search of a towel. Once she found one, she bolted to her room and shoved Liz, who was reading a book, out. "Aie, what do you think you're doing?" The drenched girl didn't bother answering her friend as she undressed and dried herself off. Once that was done, she quickly got out some sweatpants, a new bra and a shirt. She came out of her room, her hair still dripping wet, and her body completely dry.
Looking at her friend, she said, "The rain got me again." With a grin, Liz nodded in understandment. Then she frowned. "Your hair's all wet, though, you know. Ally shrugged and went to the living room to sit by the fire. She sneezed again. Mrs. Lovett heard this, and quickly went to the living room where Ally and Liz were now sitting. "Now, why isn't 'Lizabeth all shivering with a cold?" She asked smugly, looking at Ally. Of course, she had tried to stop Ally from going outside in the pouring rain, but she hadn't listened. "She didn't come with me," responded Ally in a quiet voice. Hint numero uno on the fact that she was sick.
"Hmm..." said the baker thoughtfully, tapping a foot on the floor with her hands on her hips. "And I suppose that's because she's smart." Ally looked down and nodded, her sopping hair getting in her face. Mrs. Lovett straightened up as the sick girl did so; she hadn't realized her hair was still wet. "Well, you can't very well get better with your hair sopping, now, can you?" Ally looked up just as Mrs. Lovett had grabbed a towel and began scrubbing her head vigorously, so as to get the water out of it. "Oi.. what are you... Ow!" Ally wasn't particularly enjoying this. Liz looked at her and started laughing. Nellie took away the towel, revealing Ally's now-spiky hair. Liz burst out laughing at this, because Ally's hair was usually controlled.
"Ar har har, hilarious," said Ally, looking like a wet cat.
ahahaha.
Long chapter is long.
And then my inspiration suddenly went 'poof' for this chaptur.
yes, ill make anthony get humiliated.
Liz doesn't ACTUALLY like anthony.
she was just all like, "I'll take him since you're all obsessed with Sweeney."
EPIC BESTFRIEND.
LOL.
so yeah, i love you all.