Oh my goodness, I am SO sorry for not updating sooner? It's just that there's been a LOT of drama and stress and it's caused my body to go haywire. I'm sick again, so…yeah…
But, I changed out of those classes that I had shared with the person that caused this much stress, and I blocked his number and deleted him on Facebook, so everything should be all right now. Also, I have my crush in another class and we have the same lunch hour now! So you may see that in another story, 'AP English'.
Now I get to focus on you guys, my writing, maintaining good grades with all advanced classes, and trying to make my crush like me!
It's much like my newest story, 'AP English', if you ask me *winks*.
Yep, that's right, I just worked an advertisement for one of my stories without it being obvious!
Well…I guess I am a little dorky…much like Ally in that story…and maybe I was a little obvious…
Okay, okay, I'll stop.
ANYWAYS, I hope you guys like this chapter, and I am a little sorry about throwing you guys off like that, but it was an attention getter, so I think that it's okay.
LET'S GET STARTED!
Ally
Alex turned around, angered as she threw her expensive phone on the carpeted floor.
"Dad," she yelled, stepping forward. Fire burned in her eyes and steam shot out of her. "Why are you always so unfair! I just wanna spend some time with my boyfriend, and you won't let me leave until I dress like a nun!" Her dirty blond curls bounced off of her shoulder and I could barely make out the tears in her chocolate eyes.
I gave a disapproving glance to Daniel and crossed my arms.
It was true, though, but Alex was dressed as if she was planning to sneak into a bar or get hitched at the side of the road.
Jason, her boyfriend, was the wide receiver for the football team at their high school. He was pretty popular, and Andy was pretty good friends with Jason. But Andy still got a little protective every now and then.
In my opinion, Jason has changed Alex for the worst. Yes, she still has straight A's in all of her advanced classes, but she's been more into partying and lip-locking. I fear that she has tried alcohol, and I prayed that she said no to the drugs that may have been offered to her at one of those wild parties she attends.
I said, "Alexandria Gabrielle Dawson-Moon, there is no way in hell you're stepping out of the house dressed like that." I put emphasis on the poor excuse of clothes she bore and I made a plan to bolt her windows shut. Who knows what happens when Daniel and I are asleep?
We all heard a thumping coming from the other room, meaning someone was coming downstairs. It was most likely Andrew, since he was the only other one in the house.
"Whoa…" he muttered, taking sight of his twin sister, "poor girl—she can't even afford to cover her body with clothes! Mom, can we take her to the thrift store and prevent her from coming home pregnant?"
This time, Alex crossed her arms, but she also rolled her eyes and let out a huff, blowing up one of the loose strands of hair that fell on her face.
My arms dropped, knowing that two, mad women wouldn't make a good outcome for the guys.
"Baby," I said, turning towards my husband of eleven years, knowing that I would come face-to-face with the same, dark hair that I had run my fingers through sometimes.
But I saw bright, blond hair instead. And his eyes weren't an icy blue, they were a piercing hazel. His skin wasn't pale and he wasn't somewhat lanky, he was tan and had muscle built to him. He wasn't the regular few inches taller than me, he was towering over me.
He wasn't Daniel at all. He was Austin.
Austin wrapped his arm around me and pulled me in closer, not noticing my gaping mouth and enlarged eyes. He looked at Alex dead in the eye and told her, "look, Alex. Your mother and I love you very much, and you're seventeen years old now. It's not legal for you to be drinking or doing drugs."
The blond teenager glared in our direction. Uh oh, this was never a good sign.
She sneered, "oh, and it's okay to be having sex with your secret boyfriend and getting pregnant at seventeen? what's wrong with drinking a little? At least I'm not banging Jason every fucking chance I get! And at least I'm not pregnant by now! Mom was with Andy and me when she was my age, so why can't I have a beer or two? It's not like I'm giving him my virginity or anything!" She stormed past us, bumping my shoulder harshly along the way.
I knew that she was going to play that card. I knew it, and I did nothing to stop it.
Andy stopped Alex as she was gathering her belongings together in a heated rush. He began to talk to her in efforts to calm her down from her rage. That was something that she had just developed previously when she got together with Jason. Before, she was a sweet girl with the nicest friends. Now, she's acting like a stereotypical cheerleader.
Austin looked down at me and kissed the top of my head tenderly, bringing me in even closer and comforting me.
"It's all right," he said, "she loves you, she's just mad and doesn't know what she's saying." He reassured that he loved me as well, and I let him know that it was vice-versa.
I looked up at him, my nose stinging and tears covering my eyesight.
"I just don't want her to get hurt…" As I whispered these words, Austin embraced me even tighter. He knew that I needed comfort after what just happened.
He knew how emotionally saddened I was after I tried to run away in order to protect his career.
But, luckily, he found me. I don't remember how, I only remember him entering my life and it all went uphill from there.
Austin softly sang to me the lyrics to one of our old songs, Just a Dream. It always reminded me that there was still a happy ending even though the last light is almost burned out. All you have to do is remember that you have four other senses for a reason.
It was weird. Just a moment ago, the man beside me was Daniel. Now, he was replaced with the man that I could say 'I love you' to without having any regrets.
But, sadly, there were regrets to when I woke up that morning, head pounding and my body being lightly shaken by two, little pairs of hands.
My eyes opened sleepily to see two, wide awake children. Their eyes were wide and their smiles as bright as they could be with a few teeth missing.
"Hey, babies, what time is it?" I asked groggily sitting up and trying to wake up.
Andy looked at the clock. "Uh…" Andrew, here, was just learning how to tell time from a digital clock. They both start preschool in the next month, so I felt like it was necessity to educate them as much I could before they started school.
"A 's', buttons, stick, and another snowman," Andy figured out, but I knew what he meant.
He meant to say that it was 5:18, but I guess we'll have to work on it.
Alex interjected, "it says 5:18 you poopy pants." Apparently, that's what kids were using as insults these days. My mother always kept it clean and I always called everyone a 'silly goose'.
After the kids had called down, I got up and began to get ready, with the door open, of course. If the door were to be closed, then they would have to be in the room with me. No exceptions, unless if their uncle Daniel is watching over them.
Today was going to be one hell of a day, and I was honestly scared of what was to come. We were close, so we had a chance of being seen. And there's definitely going to be some talk when people see whom I am and why I have two kids with me.
But, I still have to keep my head up high and face my past. If I don't do it today, then I'll never let myself do it, ever.
The sign read, "AUSTIN MOON: MOMENTS AGO". I took a gulp and my grip tightened on the photo of the twins I was carrying. I was doing this for them, and only them. They deserve to know that their father has the same sparkle in his eyes from when he told me that he truly loved me for the first time. I didn't want them to only believe the magazine articles that are most likely wrong. I wanted to take a video of their father speaking.
It was definitely going to be difficult to hear his voice for the first time in over four years.
Oh…oh my God, I'm going to see him! The man that I love, the man that loved me, the father of our children.
The only reason that I was able to go this long without a serious breakdown is because the kids look so much like Austin, so that satisfied me. But, when I heard that he was coming to Jacksonville, after thinking every little thing through, I hesitantly agreed to buy the ticket. I was planning to take a recording of the Q&A, and a large portion of the concert, because I wanted Alex and Andy to realize just how amazing their father is.
Yes, I've told them that I knew their father and that he is a great man, but I changed the questions after they began asking what his name was and for a close-up picture of his face. The only one that they ever saw of him was the one where his face was covered or you didn't get a clear shot of him.
This…this is it. This is the moment that I see Austin for the first time in what seems like forever. Just the thought of him being within a one-mile radius with me seemed so surreal. I guess I have to fathom that he wasn't just a part of my past that was only ever going to be a memory.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, Austin Mooooooooooon!" All of the teenage girls screamed, and I thought that I was going to pass out. What did I have for lunch again? Oh well, looks like I'm about to find out if one more exciting thing happens.
He walked on stage, and I forgot that I was able to breathe. My body lurched upwards at him, as if my muscles knew that it was meant to be next to him.
I quickly pulled out my phone and began video taping. I may have hit the button for it to record, but that wasn't really what mattered at the moment.
He's there, he's right in front of my eyes. This isn't just another clip from YouTube that I can visualize through a computer screen.
No…he was almost the exact same as I remembered, except he was a bit more matured and he had more muscle mass to him, but he's still Austin. He's still my Austin.
My knees weakened beneath me, and I latched onto the person beside me, claiming that I was only adjusting my shoe.
Austin held the mic to his mouth, his eyes casually sweeping across the crowd. All of the people that he could see were teenage girls with their expensive phones with expensive cases out and filming, their high dose of blush and excess use of foundation the first thing that you notice about them. Almost all of them wore a smoky eye, planning to get attention from a certain celebrity.
Ha, that's not going to happen. They're all underage preps with a future of clubbing every other night and possibly alcohol poisoning.
But, I guess I can't judge him. After all, I was pregnant at seventeen. But I was in love, and he was in love with me too. We never had animalistic sex, it was making love to each other when we felt that the moment was right.
"How are you guys doing tonight?" He asked the small, roaring crowd. He had a smile on his face, but it wasn't as big as I remembered it. I squinted, trying to see his hazel eyes, to see if there was a sparkle somewhere in there.
No, I can't tell, but that's mainly because I can't see his eyes directly. He's looking in a different direction, but there were a few differences that weren't supposed to be there.
The bags of his eyes were bulging out of the skin, even though it was caked in makeup. He was paler than usual, and I knew that he had loved the sun, so something must've happened.
What if it's because of me? No, it can't be. He's had to have forgotten me by now. He's had to have moved on from me and begun dating other girls.
Even though he does have more muscle, he seems to have lost a lot of body fat, which is making him a little too skinny. The muscle is beginning to overrule his body, and I'm worried. It's almost as if he was injecting steroids or something.
His hair is the exact same way that I remember it. He had those messy strands that hung above his eyes, the waves that I always loved and complimented him on, and that exact same upturn at the ends that made him stand out in any crowd. Just one look at the back of his head, even from a distance, and I knew immediately that it was him.
Austin soon answered questions from the crowd, sang 'Happy Birthday' to someone when they told them that it was their birthday.
When he looked in my general direction, I made sure to cover my face with my hair and hold my phone over my eyes. Even though I wanted him to see me, I didn't want him to stop his concert and begin all of this drama.
Women logic.
I…I still can't believe that he's actually here. I can't believe that I would get to see him again, when I thought that I would never. Then again, I can't really avoid him. He's a huge celebrity, and his face is everywhere.
I just never thought that I would see him in person.
The sight of him definitely left me shaken from beneath.
Wait…was that Austin or did I have to pee?
Wait…
Yeah, I have to pee.
I cut the video short and excused myself to outside the stadium to go to the restroom.
While I was walking there, I realized that seeing his face again wasn't just a dream. He was real, and that always seemed to amaze me.
The only people outside of the stadium were Austin's security guards and the ones representing the arena, only a few were mothers trying to settle down their excited daughter.
Seeing as though none of them were paying attention, and I wasn't really giving them much thought either, I began to sing 'Just a Dream'.
I had sung that song to the kids almost every night when I was tucking them in at night. It had all of the lyrics and music to it, but it didn't seem complete, for some odd reason.
But, there was this one night when Andrew sang it with me, while his sister was recovering from a cold and sound asleep. His voice sounded almost identical to Austin, and it made me realize that, maybe, their father was feeling the same way as I was.
Andrew has his eyes, and his smile. He may have my hair, and my nose, but he's nearly the reflection of the man I love.
"I was thinkin' 'bout you
Thinkin' 'bout me
Thinkin' 'bout us
What we gonna be
Opened my eyes
It was only just a dream
So I travelled back
Down that road
When we come back
No one knows
I realized
It was only just a dream…"
I was stopped short by a large hand grasping my lower arm. Austin. But, when I turned around, it was one of his security guards.
He looked at me with a straight face through his sunglasses. "Excuse me, ma'am, but where did you hear that song?"
Confused, but thinking that he was either going to call it horrible or wanted it on his iPod, I figured that I had nothing else to lose.
"Um," I sputtered, "I-I wrote it…" My hand retreated to the reciprocal elbow, my body scrunching together.
The man's expression grew more serious, as he puffed out his chest and crossed his arms, letting go of my arm.
He denied, "no, you didn't. Austin Moon wrote that song, and he hasn't released it. Now, tell me, how do you know about that song?"
Austin Moon? No he didn't, I did! I remember writing it on my piano perfectly, after the incident with Elliot, and just how the words poured out of me. I had never heard them before, but they did sound like someone else's words.
Austin.
When Andrew sang that song with me, I saw Austin. I didn't see the four-year-old that held a baby's voice, I heard the professional voice that belonged to my one love.
Austin.
The security guard shifted on his feet and dropped his hands.
"Ma'am, look, you didn't write that song, Austin Moon did. You're just a fan that probably heard the leaked out song from his bedroom window or something, but you did not write that song."
Is…is he serious?
Okay, that is not true.
I placed my hands on my hips and jutted out my hip. There was no way in Hell that he was going to get the last word and act like he was right.
I pointed my finger at him and leaned in close. "You listen here, mister. I've been singing that song to my kids ever since they were born, and I wrote it beforehand, while I was still pregnant with them. Now, don't you go telling me that Austin Moon wrote that song. I've been singing that song for five years and I can recall writing it from scratch perfectly. I can tell you all the words by heart, and I can play the song blindly. So, don't you go telling me that I took it from him or something, because I didn't. If anything, he heard it from me."
That last sentence was what really took the most courage to say, because it made me wonder if he did hear me. What if…what if he was there? What if he was there while I talked about the kids—o-or rubbed my belly while cooing words to them?
Oh no, this is not good.
But I have to keep my cool and stand my ground, There was no way I was going to be pushed around by some large man with a gun and a taser.
Actually, being pushed around by a man with a gun and a taser doesn't sound so awful to me.
I could barely make out his dark eyes, but I didn't have to look at him to know that he was glaring.
"Ma'am, you're going to have to come with me," he said.
Crap.
Luckily, I had managed to talk him out of taking me backstage, saying that I had 'heard it from Austin and just tried to call it mine'. It was stupid, I know, but I would have to avoid visiting Austin.
Freaking women logic.
Right now, the crowd was roaring. I had a seat in the fourth row from the stage, so I didn't have to squint to see him. I was afraid to blink, thinking that I would miss something, preferably seeing Austin dance across the stage like he used to.
My eyes remained trained on the blond, and I had taken a picture of the twins out a few times, comparing them to Austin to see what features they shared. Tears were nearly shed plenty of times, but that's because I could almost feel that we were together, even though he had no idea that I was here.
Does that make any sense?
Austin walked up to the microphone, but not before whispering something to his band, receiving unbelievable glances from them. They had asked him, "you sure?" And he had nodded, telling them his plan. After doing so, he was handed his guitar, the exact same one that I gave him for his birthday.
What was his plan?
The applause and piercing screams had died down, and Austin took the mic in his hand. He began to scan the crowd as he finally opened his mouth and began talking.
"We're gonna do something a little different, tonight," and then an uproar arose. He smiled, but it faltered after a few seconds.
"There was a song I wrote, after I had a nasty break-up with someone, and I have never preformed it. And…something tells me that I should be singing it tonight." He began searching the crowd, and I ducked my head before he could look my direction.
The process began again, and the band slowly began the song.
But what Austin's first words weren't lyrics. No, they were something else.
"This one's for you, Ally."
My head snapped up, my eyes trained on him as he began strumming the guitar.
Am I better off dead?
Am I better off a quitter?
They say I'm better off now
Than I ever was with her
As they take me to my local down the street
I'm smiling but I'm dying trying not to drag my feet
...
They say a few drinks will help me to forget her
But after one too many I know that I'll never
Only they can't see where this is gonna end
They all think I'm crazy but to me it's perfect sense
...
And my mates are all there trying to calm me down
'Cause I'm shouting your name all over town
I'm swearing if I go there now
I can change her mind, turn it all around
And I know that I'm drunk but I'll say the words
And she'll listen this time even though they're slurred
So I, dialed her number and confessed to her
I'm still in love but all I heard
Was nothing (nothing, nothing, nothing)
...
So I stumble there, along the railings and the fences
I know if we're face to face then she'll come to her senses
Every drunk step I take leads me to her door
If she sees how much I'm hurting, she'll take me back for sure
...
And my mates are all there trying to calm me down
'Cause I'm shouting your name all over town
I'm swearing if I go there now
I can change her mind, turn it all around
And I know that I'm drunk but I'll say the words
And she'll listen this time even though they're slurred
So I, dialed her number and confessed to her
I'm still in love but all I heard
Was nothing (nothing, nothing)
...
She said nothing (nothing, nothing)
Oh, I wanted words but all I heard was nothing
Oh, I got nothing (nothing, nothing)
I got nothing (nothing, nothing)
Oh, I wanted words but all I heard was nothing
...
Ohh, sometimes love's intoxicating
Ohh, you're coming down, your hands are shaking
When you realize there's no one waiting
...
Am I better off dead?
Am I better off a quitter?
They say I'm better off now
Than I ever was with her
...
And my mates are all there trying to calm me down
'Cause I'm shouting your name all over town
I'm swearing if I go there now
I can change her mind, turn it all around
And I know that I'm drunk but I'll say the words
And she'll listen this time even though they're slurred
So I, dialed her number and confessed to her
I'm still in love but all I heard
Was nothing (nothing, nothing)
...
She said nothing (nothing, nothing)
Oh, I wanted words but all I heard was nothing
Oh, I got nothing (nothing, nothing)
I got nothing (nothing, nothing)
Oh, I wanted words but all I heard was nothing
Oh, I got nothing (nothing, nothing, nothing)
I got nothing
I got nothing
I got nothing
Oh…oh my God!
Oh my God!
I didn't even bother holding back the tears. I didn't dare hide away when he looked in my general area.
I was studying his eyes, so intensely, it felt almost magical.
But sparks flew the second they connected with mine.
I choked back a gasp, and a sob.
He found me. He's there. His beautiful eyes hadn't changed one bit. They lit up even more when they were looking at me, but I had to have been imagining that.
But…he wrote that song, and the band knew it perfectly. They had to have rehearsed it plenty of times, so he had to have been thinking of me.
This can't be just a dream. There's no way!
Just to be sure, while Austin's and my stare was still held, I pinched myself, but that only caused me to gasp when I didn't wake up or something.
"Ally," he mouthed, his eyes watering. But, it was okay, because I was creating a water works.
Andrew, Alex, I've found your daddy, and he's found me.
He began frantically looking around, then handed his guitar to one of his back-up dancers, confusing them as well.
He began rushing off the stage, and one of the security guards began freaking out, trying to block him.
What was he going to do?
Austin tried pushing past the guard, but to no avail. It looked like he begged the man, and he even pointed to me a few times, but that was all I could tell from where I was.
The audience was beyond confused. Their favorite pop-star had just sang a never-before-heard song and froze, then attempted to run off stage, so bewildered chatter was bound to erupt.
After a while, I had decided that it was time to leave before anything else happened.
As I was walking out the stadium, hands clutching my sides and shoulders hunched, I looked left and right, having no idea if any one of them would recognize me.
I know that this sounds a lot like a dream, but it really isn't, no matter how many times it had been before so.
Huh, who knew.
So, what did you guys think? Mad that I didn't update earlier? Because, I've seen some amazing stories (Ruin by LauraRauraRoss) that are wonderfully written, and they're updated at least three times every week. Granted, I don't know if that amazing author has pre-written the story, where as I update as soon as I finish writing…yeah…
RESPONSES TO REVIEWS:
Peaceloa- Well, I think that it's pretty awesome that I had you into the story like that!
Fun-size- Dude, I am so sorry…Happy Early Valentine's Day? Maybe we can get you an antidote from the Poké-Mart!
AusslyLover3000-You have to admit, you still think I'm awesome *cockily shrugs*.
Rocky1226-Okay, there was a littlebit of Auslly in this chapter, but it does lead to more! So get ready, pop the popcorn, but your family on mute, and be ready for the next update!
Weesh-Thanks so much! And your writing is awesome as well! Can't wait for the next chapter for Blindsided!
LoveLover13-So close, yet so far away…344 and 9/10 miles to be exact…guilty for using Google.
Guest-Thank you for noticing that! And, also, I put in when Austin's touch was cold, when it used to be warm. But, I mean, like, it's not very obvious…
Guest-Oh, no no no, don't have trust issues because of me! Come on, we can work this out! Together! Forever!
Lightningthecat-Don't worry, because…THERE WILL BE AUSLLY.
Sweetangelxo-No, Daniel wasn't kissing her (thank God). And I hope that this chapter fulfills your hope or Austin finding Ally! And thank you so much for the compliments!
RossonmelyAusllyR5-Thank you so so much! That really means a lot to me, and there's a dorky smile as I'm writing this response!
Little-bit-of-auslly-Oh, well, okay…you're crying…and it does make sense! My parents just believe that I write T stories at the most! Lord help me if they found out about this!
Guest- Thanks! And, don't worry, this loved bitch will put Auslly together in the end!
Hakiym,young-Well, you gotta admit, you'd be happy if your readers were sucked into your story too! I mean, I feel bad, but not enough to make me ramble on about how I'm such a horrible person for making Austin just a dream.
Ansleeaustin-Austin was there, he just wasn't physically therefor the birth of his children. Wow, I just realized how bad that sounded now that I'm saying it. And thank you!
Heidi-Why, thank you very much, you kind soul!
Guest- It's not finished, but it will be in the future. I know, I'm a smart ass :)
QUESTION:Thing that has rubbed off on you from someplace? I now say 'thank you' every single time someone gives me instructions or information, or even takes something that I offer! All because of Drama class! Oh well, that is my favorite class!
THAT ONE MOMENT:When you can see the little bolt of electricity when you touch metal and it shocks you or vice versa.
QUOTE BY ME: "You can either go big or go home, but the road you take is the most important."
See you all next chapter!
BYE!