Austin's POV:
If anyone would have asked me this morning if I ever thought I'd end up in a shower with Ally Dawson (with clothes on, I might add) I would have told them they were insane. But here I am, standing extremely close to the beautiful Ally Dawson, shower water pouring over our heads. She's rubbing paint off of my stomach, while I take paint out of her hair. It just seems like the most perfect moment of my life. I totally forgot about the rest of the world, with her in this moment. All of my worries, and my fears were gone. It was just me, and her. And it made me realize that I've been in love with her since the moment I saw her at my father's business dinner when I was 13. It only took me three years to realize it.
I'm looking at her, right in her eyes, and she's doing the same. I've gotten so lost in them that I can't help what I'm about to do next. I lean in, and she does too, which means she wants this too, I hope. Our lips are so close, I can feel her warm breath, i can feel the softness of her bottom lip as I'm about to press mine to hers, when we both hear it and jump away from each other. Her front door slamming shut. Her eyes widen with, shock or was it fear? And I'm sure that I shared the same expression back, "Oh my god. No, this can't be happening." She says. And then motions me to stay there, in the shower. She keeps it running and stays completely frozen outside of the shower curtain that she closed with me behind. She waits and listens, and I hear it too, the footsteps coming into her room.
"Honey, are you in there?" Her mother asks outside the door.
"Yes mom, I'm taking a shower. I had a paint accident." Ally yells, acting like she's still in the shower.
"Yes, I believe I heard your father swearing so I guess he found it. Come down stairs when you're done." Her mother says and Ally says a simple 'okay' and walks back into the shower with me.
"What are we going to do?" I whisper to her.
She sighs, and closes her eyes, obviously thinking pretty hard. I just stand there awkwardly, too stupid and scared to think of anything.
"Okay, there are two sets of stairs in my house. You saw them both, right?" She asks, and I nod. She shakes her head too and continues, "Okay, well the one that we didn't come up here on, take those. They go straight to my front door. My parents will be in the living room or kitchen. You should be able to get out like that, just be silent." She says.
"How do you know your parents won't be like, right there?" I ask her, nervously.
"They hardly ever use that door, only at night when they don't want to walk through the whole house." She says, and I trust her information.
I nod and walk out of the shower, and she follows behind. I turn around to say something, like apologize, since this is my fault, I suggested coming here. But she just shakes her head and turns me around to go. I tip toe in her room and open the door, and poke my head out. No one's around so I dart for the stairs, which is also empty. I run outside and into the road, I'm safe yet again. I run home as fast as I can and that's when I realize, I left my shirt at Ally's.
Ally's POV:
When Austin leaves the bathroom, I lean my head against the wall and consider bashing it against the hard, wall repeatedly but I decide to take off my clothes and take an actual quick shower so my parents believe me. All I could think about was what just happened between Austin and I. The shower, the almost kiss, the almost getting murdered by my parents. How can something so perfect and almost even more perfect, turn into horror.
And why do parents always have such horrible timing. I mean of all the time for them to get home early from shopping. I sigh and wrap my hair up in a towel and throw a tank top on and some shorts. I walk slowly down stairs, and prepare myself to get yelled at for the paint all over our precious grass next to our garage, but instead I'm greeted by my father in the kitchen, standing there holding Austin's striped shirt.
"Whose is this?" he asked.
I panic. Clearly it isn't mine, seeing how it's too big for me and obviously a boy's polo shirt. I have no idea what to say, and then my mother comes in. She sees what's going on and says, "Oh dear, you find my shirt!" she says.
I just look at her, mouth wide open, what is she doing? "You used it to wipe up paint? That's fine Ally, it was old anyway." My father looks from her to me and I shrug. I guess I should play along with this.
"Yeah, sorry mom." I say. My father sighs and walks out of the house to mow the yard.
"Mom…" I start.
"It was that Dallas boy wasn't it? You had him over to help paint, its fine. It can be our little secret." She says and winks at me, and then walks out.
Dallas. She thinks I had Dallas over. I'm relieved that I did not get caught but also not happy that she thinks I had Dallas over. That she approves of him when Austin is so much better, if only they could look past his parents.
I grab the shirt and walk back up stairs. I put it in my drawer so I can give it back to Austin next time I see him, if we can ever see each other again. Two close calls already. We're destined to get caught eventually.
Austin's POV:
Its one thing that someone could have found my shirt at Ally's and then asked her about it. But how am I supposed to explain why I've come home with no shirt from "dez's" house, as I told my mom. The thing is, Dez doesn't know that I've been saying I've been hanging out with him instead of Ally. He's as bad as my father, not approving of what I'm doing and saying I could do better than her. I haven't hung out with him since that day at the mall.
I walk into my house and hope that I can get upstairs before my mother notices, but she's right in the hallway when I walk in.
"Where's your shirt?" She asks, and I can almost see a smile forming on her face.
I blush a little, and then clear my throat. Think of a reason Austin. "I um, left it at Dez's house. I had it off when we were playing football out in his back yard and it was still so warm out so I just left without it. I'll get it back soon." I say.
My mother nods and goes into the kitchen. I sigh with relief and run upstairs. I quickly grab my phone and text Ally.
Me: I left my shirt at your house. Hope nothing bad happened.
Juliet: I know you did. My father found it, but my mom said it was her old shirt and totally saved my ass. Apparently she thinks Dallas snuck over and she said it's 'our little secret.'
She's okay with her daughter sneaking in cocky bastards like Dallas but I'm not a loud to hang out with her? Now that just pisses me off. How come life is so un-fair sometimes?
I don't know what to say about our almost kiss, and I guess she doesn't either because neither of us do. We talk some small talk and then she had to go. I wonder how she feels about me, but I'm too scared to find out. This whole situation is just, scary. I mean, I love being with her, and I don't regret any of this. But going behind our parents back is just, hard work. I hate not knowing what could happen. I want to be able to hang out with Ally in her house, or my house and not worry about being caught.
I'm really glad it's summer vacation. I know that I wouldn't be able to focus on anything except everything that's going on with me and Ally. I can't stop thinking about it, and I can't seem to focus on anything else. I want to tell her how I feel, I want to actually kiss her, I want to hold her in my arms. Everything that's impossible.