DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN AUSTIN AND ALLY!
Joyce's POV: (Huh, first time!)
While I was eating my chicken sandwich, I was covering my mouth because I didn't want Adam to see the chewed up in my mouth while I laughed. He was telling me the story about when he tried to squash a bug in the toilet with his foot, and well, it didn't work out too well for him...
After he finished, and our laughter died down, he took my hands in his and asked me if he knew that he loved him. I told him that I did, and that I loved him back. But it wasn't anything knew, we had told each other that we loved the other on our 2-year-anniversary.
He then asked me a question, "Joyce" He looked down at our hands, like he was trying to find a way to say whatever he was going to say.
What's he going to say? Is he going to break up with me? Oh gosh, I hope not! That would make me cry so many tears, that the Mississippi River would be jealous of me! Is he moving?
WHAT IS HE GOING TO SAY?!
"Joyce Cantaloh, will you-"
If he's proposing, I'm going to call my mom and scream at her 'I told you so!' because she said that he would just date me for a while then leave me for the girl next door. Just to clarify, she hates Adam because he isn't a millionaire who owns the best company in the world.
"-move in with me?" He asked me, hope and anxiety swelling in his eyes.
YES! If he's asking me to move in, then he's probably going to propose after that, because that's the next step of the whole 'relationship' thing.
"Adam I-" I started to say, but was quickly interrupted by someone who I wish would just bug off.
"Joyce?" Carl Bingham, my ex-boyfriend, asked, walking up to me.
I put on a fake smile and used fake enthusiasm. "Carl? Hi, what are you doing here?" I said, eyeing him a little bit. I didn't mean to come off rude or anything, but he's kind of a douche.
I honestly wanted nothing to do with this weasel of a jerk. He cheated on me, WITH THREE DIFFERENT GIRLS, and I broke up with him immediately after.
And after it, he kept on trying to get back together with me, which I refused to accept. Since then, he's been flirting with me. I think I even considered getting a restraining order against him one time...That was about six months before I met Adam. Since then, my life has been Carl-free, until now that is...
He smirked, uh oh... "I've been good babe." He said proudly.
Okay that's it.
I stood up, dusting off my blue doctor pants. I looked over at Carl and started to talking. "Carl, we broke up three years ago; I'm not your babe or your baby, so can you please just leave me alone?" I asked, as nicely as I could. Please leave, please leave...
Adam stood up and walked beside me. He fake smiled, which I can understand, and held out his hand to Carl. "Hi, I'm Adam, Joyce's boyfriend." He said, emphasizing the 'boyfriend' part.
Carl crossed his arms, not even acknowledging Adam's hand. "Carl. So how far is your relationship? Two weeks? I bet you haven't even kissed yet." He said, a smug look on his face.
Oh Carl, if only you knew you were talking to someone who knows the pressure points of the human body and a cop who can hold you in jail for 48 hours for no reason.
I wrapped my arm around Adam's waist, as he draped his arm around my shoulder, I batted my eyelashes a few times. "Three years, actually. And I'm moving in with him." I said, a smile growing per word.
Adam did a double take of me. "Wait, so is that a yes?" He asked.
I nodded my head, smiling widely. "Yeah, it is." I said, getting lost in his eyes.
Adam looked down, closed his eyes, and chugged his fist backwards. "Yes..."
Carl rolled his eyes and slumped a little. "You're not gonna last long anyways, she's just going to dump you out of the blue." He said.
My eyes widened. Are you serious? "Carl, you cheated on me, with three different girls! That was not out of the blue!" I exclaimed, waving my hand around for dramatic effect.
He shrugged. "Whatever," he looked towards Adam. "It's not like you're going to be her knight in shining armor or anything." He stated, straightening his posture. The nerve of him!
Adam narrowed his eyes, quickly turning it into a glare. "Dude, I'm a cop."
After that, well, let's just say that Adam was able to scare Carl away.
I sighed, my eyes widening. "Glad that's over..."
Austin's POV:
"Whatever." I said, walking towards the field.
'Whatever'? Really? Well that was stupid. I could've said 'Don't mention it' or 'Be careful next time'. But I just had to say 'whatever'. Great, just peachy.
I guess I was in deep thought, because the next thing I knew, Bryan Nikki was running towards me, preparing for a tackle.
After practice was over, I flopped onto my bed, face first. I inwardly groaned because that tackle was not the easiest thing to cope with.
I heard someone knock on the door, which triggered my subconscious response. "Come in..." I dragged out.
"Hey son, how was practice?" I recognized the voice to be my dads. He sat down on the other side of the bed, looking at the back of my head.
"Tiring." I complained, my pitch spiking higher.
I heard my dad chuckle, then place a hand on my back. "Well, I just got off the phone with Uncle Bobby, and he's coming down with your cousins for two weeks. I was thinking that we could let them crash here, what do you say?" He explained.
I loved Uncle Bobby, as well as my cousins just as much. He had two sons, Gregg and Niall. Niall was about my age and Gregg was a few years older; they're like the brother's that I always wanted. I'm an only child, if it makes sense.
I turned to my side, facing my dad. A sparked ignited on my face, showing it's way in my smile. "Yeah, sure!" I exclaimed.
Dad knew that they were my favorite cousins of the family. They live in Dublin, Ireland, so we don't get to see them a lot, which sucks.
Let me explain the relationship connection with the Moons and the Horans. My mom's sister, is their mom. The end.
My dad chuckled and ruffled my hair. "Okay, it's settled, I'll go call Bobby and let him know that you're on board." He patted my shoulder a couple of times before leaving.
I sighed and closed my eyes. Soon, I was dreaming.
I was walking in the school hallways with Dez to my left and Niall to my right. All of the people started gawking over us, which isn't new or anything, and a few girls fanned their faces with their hands.
I winked at a group of three girls, who immediately started squealing in delight.
Niall looked up at me, since he's like 4 inches shorter, it makes a height difference. "I'm gonna go over to Ally." He stated before breaking away from us and walking over to Ally.
I watched as he approached her. She smiled (which seemed a little forced to me) and he smiled back. I saw her lean in and kiss his cheek before hugging him.
Anger boiled inside of me. I could feel the blood rushing to my head and I could practically feel the stream coming out of my nose.
The next thing I knew, I was standing next to them. The rest was like watching a movie or something, because I saw Niall on the ground, holding his nose. I looked over at Ally and her mouth was gaping open with her eyes as wide as a U.F.O.
I looked down at my fist and noticed that it was white from being clenched so hard. I noticed that my knuckles were red and swollen.
There was a crowd surrounding us, whispering and pointing at me. What was going on? Did I punch Niall?
I woke up with a startle. What the heck? Okay, that was the weirdest dream ever. Niall's my favorite cousin (don't tell Gregg) why would I punch him?
And second of all, why would he be dating Ally? I mean yeah, I probably would be jealous of them, but why would they date?
I sat up and looked at my reflection in the mirror. "Oui..." I said, exhaling. This was going to be the longest two weeks of my life.
Ally's POV:
After Trish left to walk home, I hopped into my jeep to pick up Alex from school.
As I was driving there, I kept on thinking about what happened on the football field earlier today. Why would he defend me? Why would he actually help me in a situation? Doesn't he hate me? Geez, this is too much to handle.
As I drove up to the school pick-up area, I scanned the area for the sight of my little brother.
But still, why would he do it? Was he trying to actually be nice to me? Nah, I bet it was his weekly good deed or something, and he didn't have anything else to do.
And seriously, 'whatever'? Come on, he could've thought of something else like 'don't mention it' or 'be careful next time'. It's like he didn't want to help me! Which, would make sense...
I was so lost in thought that I didn't see when Alex came into the car. "Huh- Alex? When did you get in here?" I asked.
He had his shirt pulled up above his nose so I couldn't see his chin or his mouth. He held in a laugh. "I've been here for five minutes now, you've been spaced out." He said. I could see his cheeks giving off the cheeky-smile that he possesses.
I shook my head. "Oh." I pressed my foot on the gas pedal and drove out of the school parking lot. "So, why are you covering your nose and mouth?" I asked.
His face was a little shocked, then resumed to a normal look. "Someone farted." He said.
I snickered. Oh, let him be. I bet it was probably someone in his class, and he's afraid that if he uncovers, he'll smell it again. He might as well cover it for the rest of the way home.
I guess I was right, because he did keep his lower face covered for the rest of the way home.
I took out my keys and unlocked the front door to our apartment. Opening the door, Alex ran in front of me and rushed to his room. Kids... I thought.
Something big caught my eye though. I walked into the storage room and there stood a baby grand piano.
My expression was probably priceless, I was so excited! This is definitely the happiest I've ever been since...well, you know what I mean. Happy thoughts, happy thoughts...I let out a squeal and hopped onto the bench. Laying my hands on the keys, I read a note that was stuck on the top of it.
Hey, Ally!
I came here during my break and the company had it ready for me. So, naturally, I had them move it in here.
Good news! I'm moving in! Adam asked me today during our lunch date and I couldn't be any happier!
See ya soon,
Joyce x3
I smiled, once again, and began to lightly play the keys. Suddenly, I got a burst of inspiration. I started playing some chords that I saw on T.V. once, and I couldn't believe it.
I was playing piano, by ear.
Alex's POV:
I rushed into my room and shut the door. I let go of my shirt, uncovering my nose and mouth, and walked over to my mirror.
I lightly touched my purple swollen lip and winced under the touch. I had some dry blood on my chin so I wiped that away with a wet paper towel. I looked for some medicine to aid my busted lip, but had no luck. I touched my bottom lip once again, receiving immediate pain on touch, and remembered how I got it in the first place.
Unfortunately, Casey Low knew how to throw a punch.
He came up to me, with his 'friends' by his side, and started calling my mean names.
None of the teachers were around, and neither were most of the students. It was just me, Casey, and his 'group'.
Casey started making fun of me for having no parents, and said that they left because they didn't want me.
I didn't hit him, because Adam and Ally always taught me that violence was never the way to solve things unless you were running away from a mugger. Instead, I just stood there, taking in every word he said. Some of it sunk in, some of it didn't. I wasn't able to say anything back because I didn't know what I would say back.
At one point, I had told him that he was just a big bully who can't stay away from the Twinkies, and he punched me.
I didn't say or do anything else until Casey gave my one last shove and left.
I know what you're thinking, 'why didn't you tell Ally or Adam? Let alone a teacher?' Well, that's because Casey threatened to beat me up even more. And I like my face thank you very much.
A/N: And...viola! Joyce's POV was a bit suckish...but oh well! Don't worry, I won't make Niall fall for Ally, comletely, anyhow. He actually ships Auslly! I can tell that a few of you guys gasped when you read about Alex's busted lip. Did you all see the closing ceremony for the olympics? ONE DIRECTION PREFORMED!
NOW, WITH THOSE THINGS THAT BELONG IN A MATH ASSIGNMENT:
Wow...I don't have any...
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TIS THAT TO BE IT MINIONS- um I mean READERS!
I have one question though...
Who would be more surprising to see, an old man without a shirt, or an old woman who hates kids? BTW, you would see them at like, midnight or something.
Until next chapter...
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