Author's Note: I have this in the beginning of the story this time. I did that because someone reviewed that I shouldn't do blonde moments unless it wasn't a blonde. The only reason I called this chapter "Blonde Moments" was because Austin was gonna say something on accident-kinda-and... the rest you'll find out. Him being blond just gave me the title idea. Don't want to spoil it. This update took longer because it's been so nice out. The temperature is in the 70's! Record-breaking weather for the area I live in. Next chapter "Heartbreaker" will have another Celtic Thunder song in it and coming in-hopefully-the next 10 days or a week. Trying to get an average here. It's starting to get juicy! :) It'll really twist and turn when Chapter 10 comes along! :) Just hooking you more to the story. :) K, I won't keep you anymore. Enjoy!
Not a Love Song-Or Is It?
4-Blonde Moments
"So how'd it go?" Trish asked, wiggling her eyebrows. Ally rolled her eyes, but the expression isn't the same when you have a smile on your face.
"Do I have to tell you? What if it went badly?" she stalled.
"Aw, c'mon Ally! I know you're hiding something!" she wailed.
"Oh, alright," she gave in. "It want great!" Ally began to jump up and down in excitement.
"What happened?" her best friend pushed.
"Well, what happened was that every girl got to dance with Austin."
"Did you get to dance?"
"No, some game began before we even started."
"Good, 'cause you stink at dancing."
"Hey! I have one good move!" Ally argued, demonstrating her "good" move.
"That's the good one? Well, what game disturbed your dance?"
"Blind Something or something like that."
"Oo! The Blind Date game? I love that game!" Trish shouted excitedly.
"Well, anyway. Austin was thrown in the humongous closet and—"
"Had to take a turn with each of the girls, yada, yada, yada. What happened when it was your turn?" Trish interrupted.
"Well…" Ally stretched that one word.
"Come on, Ally. Spit it out."
"Well… okay. I walked in and Austin was hiding in the corner…"
"Austin?" she called.
"Ally, oh my Lord you saved me!" Austin crowed, running amongst the fallen clutter towards her. He hugged her so tight Ally felt like he had crushed her.
Startled, she slowly returned the hug. "Why, what happened?"
"All these girls where trying to do nasty things to me and I kept hiding in corners and they would find me and I think my face is covered in lip gloss and it's all ewy."
"Aw, poor Austin," she said. She hugged him again, and they stayed like that for what felt like an eternity. Ally hoped it would stay like that. Too many eyes watching her out there in the open.
"Here, let me clean you up a bit before you enter outside. I'm the last one."
"Thank God! I don't want to see another girl again!" Austin shouted.
Offended, Ally hastily picked up a rag, pots clattering, and scrubbed Austin's dirty face.
"That feels like heaven," he murmured through the rag. Ally giggled as she began to wash his arms.
"Better now?" she asked.
"Yeah, much better. I feel like I fell asleep on a cloud." She giggled again as she headed back to the door. "Where you going?" he asked dreamily. Shivers ran down Ally's back.
"Back out. It's almost time to go Austin."
"Aw, but I don't want to go!"
"You said earlier that you had to leave."
"Yeah, because the girls before you are jerks!"
She walked back over to him. She had gotten really close to Austin, without meaning to. He ran his hand through her hair. She hoped the strawberry smell didn't bug him.
"Do you have to leave? We can stay in here till the girls out there leave," he said through her hair.
Her arms wrapped around his waist again. "We don't have to leave right now, no. But we have to leave before the girls leave."
"A few more minutes?" he repeated, sounding like a little boy. Then he did something Ally didn't expect him to do. To others, maybe, but not to her.
''Wait! He kissed you?" Trish asked, startled by the action.
Ally slowly nodded her head. "Yeah," she mumbled, barely an audible whisper.
"He kissed you?" she repeated.
Again, she nodded. "Yep. Right in the darkness of the closet."
"OH MY GOD ALLY YOU SHOULDA STARTED THE STORY WITH THAT!" she shouted. "OH MY LORD, ALLY! DON'T YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS?"
"Um… no." Ally's voice sounded like a mouse compared to Trish's projection.
"WHAT?" Trish sounded truly befuddled in just that one word. "YOU MEAN YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS?" She lowered her voice to a whisper, leaving an echoed silence behind. "It means… that he likes you too!"
"It does? I mean, he does?" Ally asked, trying to keep her excitement in.
"Duh! How could you not see that? He doesn't care just about himself you know!"
"Oh, well, that, um, stirred things up a bit," Ally muttered, more to herself than anyone.
I was walking lazily around the mall, bored as all get out. I haven't told anyone about last night's events, and I didn't want Ally mad at me for what I did. Maybe the next time I see her I should tell her I didn't mean it. It was a party! She could've of been tipped by something and acted everything out for me and I fell for it! Oh, look, here comes Dez now. Maybe he knows what to do.
"Dude! There you are! I've been looking for you all over the place!" Dez shouted, running up to me.
"Hey," I mumbled.
"Something upsetting you man?" he asked.
"No, I'm fine," I lied through my teeth. I wasn't fine. I was unfine. Totally unfine.
"Oh, good; because I have something to tell you."
I stared at him. Leave it to Dez to not pick up on little notions. "What is it?"
He muttered something under his breath.
"Wait, what?" I repeated.
"I like Trish."
My mouth gaped. He likes Trish?
"Are you trying to catch flies, Austin? Cool! Let me try!" Dez opened his mouth and stared at a nearby poster.
I rolled my eyes. "Hey, Dez, I have a little problem too."
"What's up?"
"The girl I chose at the dance last night."
"Who'd you chose?"
Now I muttered under my breath.
"Repeat that?"
"Ally."
"She went to the dance?" Dez shouted, confused.
I nodded.
"Did you tell her?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because of what happened in the closet."
"What happened in the closet? Catching flies?" Dez tried to cheer me up.
I smiled weakly. "No, though that would be fun."
"Well, what happened?"
"In three words-game, Ally, kiss."
"Wait- registering words. Game, Ally… did you say kiss?"
I nodded grimly.
"Game, Ally, kiss. Ally played a kissing game?"
"No, I…"
"You what?" he shouted, finally understanding my mutters.
"Yep," I said, nodding.
"What did she say? Or do?"
"She returned it, but, what if she was drunk or something? What if she hates me now?"
"Then tell her you didn't mean it. I'm a man of my words and if you didn't mean it, you didn't mean it! Don't lie to her face; otherwise she'll really hate you."
"Okay, that's what I'll do. Thanks Dez."
"Your welcome. Best friend hug?" he said, arms outstretched.
I smiled at Dez's ego. "Best friend hug."
I waited patiently outside the studio door, listening to Ally singing. She looked over and saw me there, then motioned me to go sit next to her.
"Hey," she began. "I thought we should write a new song for that gig next week. How about something like this? Love, love, love."
"Like, like, like," I sang, trying to slowly get the subject in her head.
She looked at me weird. "It's a special kind of feeling."
"But not always so appealing."
She continued to give me that look. "What you want is to get close."
"But too close is kinda gross." Trust me on that one.
"You got to go for what you want," she ended.
I didn't bother singing this time. "But to keep things on a friendly level is also a good option if you want things to stay the same!" I put my head onto the piano keys.
"Austin? Are you okay?" she asked.
"Yeah. It's just what happened last night," I mumbled into the keys.
"What?"
I straightened up and looked her right in the eye. "I didn't mean it."
"Didn't mean what?"
"What I did in the closet. I was just relieved to have you in there and there must've been something in that water you used to clean me and… yeah." I rushed.
Ally froze, several emotions flashing across her face. "Oh, so, oh. You didn't mean it. Well, I guess, I'll go now. I just remembered, I have to, uh, brush some bunnies!" she stammered. Turning towards the door, she took one, two steps before bolting out of there.
I watched her go, her brown hair flying behind her. She's so beautiful… Wait, did I just think that? I don't like her, really. I just… feel strange around her. Like, not strange as in she's weird or something but, like, there's something else-I don't know.
Did I do something wrong?
