Aloha fanfiction. Let's make this little author sub-section quick this time. I love you all so very much and I've received over 20 PMs asking me to continue writing and each of those people who Pm'd me deeply touched my heart. I have no official MENTORS for this chapter but let me just say each one of you guys, member or not a member, deserve to be a MENTOR.
O yeah, also Dez's POV is really deep because I know a cousin who is... like him. Anyway-
Love ya,
Brooklyn-Davis
Ally's POV:
Dear Diary,
Congrats Diary, I'm using my new pen I stole from the little bed side table in my room to write in you with, but of course me being me, I asked the maid before we left. Everybody was mad at me because I mad eus late for the whole photography thing at the park. Honestly, I don't think the whole 'Team Austin' thing isn't going to last after the tour. Austin, is surprisingly lightened up on me a bit. Once he tried to even talk to me yesterday about the whole argument, but Trish and Dez came and broke us apart.
We have a afternoon concert today and then we're having dinner with a fan, who won this little concert thingy, then off to France. The city of love.
I'm currently sitting in my room just writing in you, waiting for the call to go to lunch.
Love ya,
Ally-The-Great
I close my diary, sliding my fingers against the dark brown bed pole beside me. I rise up from the neatly made bed. What should I wear today, it s a bit hot outside, maybe I can pull off shorts.
What am I saying I can seriously pull off shorts - just not too short. The walk from my bed to the dresser is pretty difficult considering I'm wearing a night gown with two long strings, tangling around my legs.
After moments of consideration, I grab jean shorts, that stop mid-thigh, a flowy orange flowery top, and orange hightops. Yes, you heard me right, I'm wearing hightops. Girls can wear them to and still look super fly.
I trek into the bathroom to freshen myself. Get it, off the Febreeze commercials. Ahh, I used to love those things. I look into the mirror eyeing myself. Big brown eyes, snubby nose, long eyelashes, thick eyebrows, and a plump, non angular, face. O how I envy girls with perfection, and how I can never be that beautiful.
I sigh from the thought. I grab my red hair brush with music notes on the handle, pulling it through my long dark brown hair. I also apply light pink lipstick, mascara, and a silver musical note bracelet on my left arm.
I look directly at myself in the mirror, puckering my lips and striking a silly pose with my arms. Ha, who ever said you can't entertain yourself. That even reminds me of the time I first met...
Once when I was little, well I still am pretty little... I was at the playground counting the worms, in the dirt singing One in A Million By Hannah Montana (NOT MILEY CYRUS). Then, right behind the tree I was by a girl was being picked on by some big kids. They called her fat, ugly, and everybody expect me said she had 'cooties'. They hit her and took her golden star stickers. All I did was sit and watch.
Another day I saw her in the corner near my tree, while we were heading out for recess. She was tracing figures in MY sand area. I wanted to tell her that she was a freak and she needed to move, but reality came in and I realized I'm also a freak. But, it was to late to late to say anything, by the time I even got close to her, she stood kicking the sand and running away. Her deep brown eyes glowing with fear.
Everyday at recess I dug for worms and sang over and over trying to get the picture of the girl out of my head, till one day that same exact girl come up to me and started singing the song with me. She was a terrible singer, but it was the most thoughtful thing anybody ever done for me. I told her that I'm sorry she gets picked on alot, she told me it doesn't matter because she slapped all those jerks yesterday.
And every single day after that we sat side by side singing, while she traced figures in OUR sand and I dug for worms.
That girls name is Trish De La Rosa and I still to this day admire her. Even though now I disgusted by her attitude. She was my first friend besides my mom and my teachers. I sometimes wish things could be...
RRRRRRRIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGG
My iphone buzzes in my back pocket, I quickly pull it out. I race to my bed, flopping down unnecessarily hard. I roll to my back and look at my phone.
It's a voicemail, doesn't say a name. I look around suspiciously, then tap the play button.
My heart slows down once I hear Austin's settling voice fill my ears.
"Ally, meet me downstairs right now. Don't ask why just hurry before... you know who find out"
You now who? Who in the world is that? My stomach growls, wow I wish he means meet in the food court. I just realized who fat I just sounded right then. Whatever.
I don't bother bringing a purse I just shove my phone in my back pocket like before, along with my room key.
I open the door rushing out the hallway. O that's why Austin told me to hurry, to watch out for Trish and Dez. I tiptoe past their doors and into the elevator.
I jam my finger into the 1st floor button. Call Me Maybe by Carly Ray Jepsen silently plays. Elevator music. I bob my head to the beat.
The door reaches the first floor quickly. The lobby is fairly crowded, some businessmen grabbing a quick breakfast before work. I walk across the marble floor to the waiting area, my arm brushes against vast leafy plants.
Wow the plant is so pretty, with its bright pink flowers, and long...
"AHHHH!" I scream as a masculine arm grabs me full force. I'm yanked through the front door of the lobby into the side of the hotel. I rip free from the person, fiercly putting my arms up. I hope those 2 week martial arts lessons with Austin paid off.
"Ally calm down it's just me," The person says. I look closely at the person. I blush crimson red, It's just Austin. Great, now I'm going all Jacky Chan on my friends.
Austin smiles, my eyebrows furrow in confusion. Austin's wearing a gray top, blue jeans, and gray vans. Wow his first outfit without jewelry, leather jackets, and hightops.
I like this looking Austin better, he seems sweeter. Austin shoves his hands in his pocket, rocking on the balls of his feet. I sigh and try to start conversation. "So why am I..."
"Take a walk with me, Allyson," My eyes almost pop out their sockets at what Austin just said.
Why? Why would Austin? Forget it, might as well join along to see what he's wants.
I nod to him. He grabs my hand and we walk down the path.
I can't help but blush the whole walk because of his warm hand enclosed with mine. What am I thinking, I hate him? After five minutes of walking we reach a small park with 2 swings and a slide.
Yes I absolutely love swings!
I let go of Austin's hand ready to beam to the swing. "Ally I.." Austin begins but I don't let him finish.
"Race ya!" I yell as we sprint to the swings. Even though I started early Austin still beat me.
I giggle completely out of breath, and push myself gently back and forth. The sun is radiating my face, the warm breeze, and the buzzing of street cars and bumblebees.
Everything's perfect. Almost perfect. Austin's not swinging nor does he look like he's having as much fun as me. Good, he doesn't deserve to have fun. He ruined everything. I hate him. But, he's still human.
I stop my swing and look over to him. His head is down and his blonde hair is looking bright yellow in the sun. He looks perfect.
"Austin whats..."
"Ally I'm sorry," Austin quickly says interrupting my sentence. My eyes widen at him. He must be lying, he's most of the reason everyone hates me. Now because of him my best friends can't even look at me without disgust in their eyes. A tear rolls down my face, I sob and quickly wipe it away.
"I'm sorry about your argument with Trish, I'm sorry about lying to you about the time so you were late yesterday, I'm sorry about talking about you to Dez, I'm sorry for Dez saying all those rude things, and I'm sorry for the whole press conference thing, those were such horrible things we said about you. I'm sorry for literally talking bullshit about you to the reporter guy." Austin rants on.
I turn away from him, he's lying Ally. No he's not. Yes he is, he is the reason for all this shit anyway. Yes he is, but he's sorry. No he isn't, he's lying. No if he was lying why would he drag me all the way out here. Because its probably a trick and Trish and Dez are going to pop out and start laughing at me. No why would he be crying then.
Crying? I turn to Austin.
The beaming yellow sun is radiating his golden hair, his beautiful hazel eyes are blinking back big clear water droplets. He may be sad but he sure is an angel when you look at him.
Why? Why is he sad?
He's destroying our friendship, everything is his fault, I hate him. I should hate him.
My eyes water, but not a single of drops form.
Austin's wet eyes meet mine. I quickly look away, I can NEVER forgive him. It's all his fault.
"My Uncle James always said every true friendship has challenges, if there wasn't any then they're wouldn't be a true friendship." Austin whispers hopefully.
I stand up, my back facing away Austin, away from the sun. Away from the only light I would ever allow for my skin to feel. Without even looking I can already know that Austin's eyes are directly on me.
"Your Uncle is a fool," I snap at him loudly, "A true friendship has no challenges if they are true friends. True friends take a bullet for each other rather than shoot each other with the bullet." I force out. I hate Austin and his foolish Uncle.
I shut my eyes, letting the blackness behind my eyelids fill me with sureness. All the shapes with random colors float across my eyes like tiny little tad poles near the lake at my grandma's house. Sweet little tad poles.
Austin.
My fists curl up slowly forming rock solid white balls. I take a deep breathe then open my eyes.
"Austin, I accept your apology," I say lifting my head up to a respectable level, "But, that doesn't change anything between us."
Austin's lonely sob is the last thing I hear before I walk back to the hotel. Alone.
Dez's POV:
She complained I sleep to much.
She said I've been acting weirder than usual.
He grinned and laughed.
They think I'm a huge freak - Maybe I am.
She broke apart our friendship.
Now I hate her, him, and the other one. But I hate her the most.
I came on this trip to have fun.
Now she is competing for the spotlight with him. She is picking fights with the other one. Who she should defiantly not pick fights with. And now she thinks I'm a freak.
Well here's a word to her...
She is a bitch.
I will never allow for myself to be her friend again, let alone best friends. I don't care how many number one songs she writes for him, I will never forgive her.
The other one looks at me like I'll pass out any second and die. The same way my sister looked at me when we first found out my condition. The condition that causes my sleepiness.
The doctor said I shouldn't go on the trip since I was just diagnosed two weeks ago and the doctor claims I'm getting worse.
I asked the doctor when will I get better. He said probably never.
Yet, she makes fun of me. And she talks about me to him. And she giggled to the other one about me.
She is Allyson Dawson.
He is Austin Moon.
The other one is Trish De La Rosa.
I am Dez. I have Narcolepsy. A Sleep Disorder that makes me have instant sleep at any time or any place. Luckily I have a less severe one that just recently started. But as the doctor said - its growing quickly.
She complained I sleep too much.
Trish's POV:
"That arse, I swear I'll twist her arms and throw them in a dung, then set it to flames in the outback!" Dez screams in rage at me. How could Ally. How could she.
"Wow, Dez, getting all Australian on me all of a sudden, huh?" I tease I flipping through one of the magazines in the lobby, sitting on the arm of the chair beside me.
Dez glares at me with anger.
I roll my eyes in frustration. He must really hate Ally now. I wonder how this will affect team Austin. I hate her too, for defying and underestimating me numeral times but still at least I'm not cussing the chick out in Australian.
"Forreal, Trish, she sort of kidnapped Austin," Dez lies still pacing back and forth in front of me.
"Hey, Dez, look Justin Bieber was caught sneaking Jaden Smith through a club, pretty sweet," I exclaim showing him the picture on magazine.
Dez's eyes boil with anger, too bad. He's taking this too far, they'll come back eventually, unless they runaway together or something.
Dez holds out his hand as if expecting something. I furrow my eyebrows confused at the red head. His eyes glance from my precious magazine back to my eyes.
O Hell NOOOO. Now way is he taking my magazine. I look at Dez and snap my head quickly to the right and left. He sighs and starts crossing his arm and tapping his foot impatiently. He also juts out his lip, and lifts his head trying to act serious.
Does Dez not realize what he's wearing. A orange long sleeve sweeter, purple pants with orange lightening bolts - everywhere, black suspenders, and black vans. Talk about Madagascar 3. Yet, he tries to act serious.
I giggle a little at my inside joke, but that make Dez even more angry. He grabs my magazine and hurls it at a flowerpot across the room. If it wasn't so far I would've got it and slapped Dez silly with it. I swear it.
But instead I throw my hands up in defense. "Dez, really, most likely Austin dragged Ally with him. Have you not noticed how small she is and how much she lacks upper-body strength." I snicker at him.
Dez looks deep in thought considering thee thought. Give him time, he isn't the fastest thinker ever.
One, Two... "Aha!" Dez yells exactly on cue. I grin to myself.
Then Dez's face looks confused then he frowns. I cock my head to the side in wonder.
What's wrong with Dez? I hope he isn't angry again. What's wrong with me for actually caring? Why am I paying such close attention to him to notice his emotions? Creepy, right?
"Austin must be in deep," I voice says clearing me from my thoughts. I look up to see Dez waiting for me to respond. Honestly, I barely heard a word he said. "What?" I easily reply back.
Dez smirks, "I said Austin must be in deep, which means he must really like Ally to go through all that just to talk," He said looking down disappointed.
I nod. I knew Austin liked Ally since I first saw them write a song together. Matter of fact I even thought once that Austin loved...
"TRISH SHE"S BACK," Dez hisses at me blocking my whole train of thought. What was I talking about? Austin? Ally? Dez? England? Wait, England? I check my watch.
Shit. We have 13 minutes to get Austin to wardrobe. For the concert, wait that doesn't make since. I never knew it was four o clock pm already. Must be jet lag.
I stretch out my arm grabbing Dez's ear. I pull him close so my lips are almost near his cheek. He smells of bananas and chocolate pudding, not a bad combination. Wait, what I'm I talking about I hate him as well as everybody else.
"Gather Austin and get him in the limo in less than five minutes," I order Dez pinching harder on his ear then releasing.
Dez stand back up though, he faces me and smirks. The same smirk Austin holds when he's about to tease Ally.
"Or what," Dez urges folding his arms, still smirking. I grin and decide to play along with his Austiny games. This time I yank his whole head down to my level.
"You know that whole Australian torture thing you said about Ally, well it WILL be you if you don't do what I say," I whisper/yell in his ear quickly. He almost immediately pulls back, face flushed red with embarrassment, then rushes past Ally out the front door.
Wow, can't believed that worked. You know, sometimes I feel bad for him and his whole disorder predicament.
I walk over to Ally, yanking her arm to the side. Yeah, you think I forgot about Ally huh.
Ally's face snaps to mine splashed with anger and sadness. Wait, sadness? What did she do to Austin?
"Let go of me," Ally declares trying to yank her arm back. But that obviously doesn't works. I tighten my grip and pull her harder toward the door. She tries to run the other way, people are looking surprised at our current actions.
Ally starts kicking her foot fiercely against my leggings. I slam my free arm against her collar bone, she grunts in pain. Ally reaches for my shoulder and starts grabbing whatever she can, which is my sweater. Wow, never knew Dawson could put up fists.
I yelp in pain as Ally stabs her black hightops into my red flats. My grip on her instantly drops, she jumps free taking a couple steps back.
A group of hotel guests and staff surround us. I look down at myself, my cheetah print sweater is hanging off my shoulder showing my red tank top underneath, my black leggings have dusty footprints up the right leg, and my hair is fuzzed up and looking crazy.
Ally's eyes water with terror. Everybody is staring at me. My confidence instantly plummets down. Ally steps back, giving me all the attention.
"Y-You attacked m-me." Allyson stampers shocked. I wasn't thinking straight, I was just mad at myself for not knowing the time and for letting Ally and Austin sneak by me so easily.
Ally's big brown eyes are now filled with tears, she turns away from me and the crowd and starts running toward elevator.
Austin's POV:
She hates me. Yes, I tease her from time to time but still I didn't know she would hate me. We're no longer friends and after this tour we'll no longer be Team Austin, or let alone a team, period.
I know it doesn't sound manly but I really cried for her. I messed up, I was messing with her emotions and now she's gone. My heart was breaking piece by piece with each step I took to the hotel with Dez.
Dez.
This is his fault. He was the one who got Trish feisty before she argued with Ally, he was the one laughing about her behind the door, he was the one who lied to me about Ally joking on him. Dez was the one who told me to tell Ally the wrong time yesterday, and he started up the conversation about Ally that I just happened to be in at the moment.
Dez clears his throat and starts talking, "You bro I heard what happened between you and Ally," My feet don't move and my hand go up stopping my movement and my train of thought.
"Why do you hate Ally so much?" I blurt out, Dez stops moving. His face is still facing the direction back to the hotel but he doesn't move. "She 's done me wrong, Austin," Dez says looking rather upset.
That doesn't make since what could innocent little Ally do? Nothing. She couldn't even kill that fly we saw at Sonic Boom one time.
Dez never did answer me when I asked him that a few minutes ago. Never did.
"Where's the girls?" I question Dez, looking around the lobby. Dez shrugs, I sigh, he's not help at all.
I walk over to the elevator not caring about alerting Dez since he's most likely following me anyway. I push the button and wait for the elevator to buzz.
I hope in the elevator with Dez to my right. Call Me Maybe By Carly ray Jespen starts playing and I bobb my head a little bit to the beat. Pretty catchy song, right?
BIIINNNGGGG
The door opens to our floor and we both step out. "I'll go get Trish," Dez announces obviously, and he walks to Trish's door. I nod at him and we a little farther till I get to Ally's suite.
I begin to press my knuckles against the door. But the door opens up revealing...
Ally's POV:
"I'll go get Trish," Dez announces in the hallway, gosh they were loud I heard them even before they even got close to our suites.
I step in the bathroom brushing my hair out really quickly then walking to the door, I hear probably Austin's knuckles brushing against my door. Before he even gets a chance to do a steady knock, I yank my door open.
His looks surprised but then calms down. His eyes lock with mine for a millisecond before I force them to look away, O how easy it is to get lost in those eyes.
I glance back to my room, then out to the hallway. Trish steps out her room and beside Dez, Austin turn back to looking at them. I catch Trish's wild eyes, the same eyes that used to belong to my best friend.
I tap Austin's shoulder trying to gain his attention. He looks at me, his face seems alert and confused.
"Ummm... Austin, do you think we could..." I stop talking as I see Trish start laughing at something Dez says, her eyes still looking at me. They're making fun of me.
"Could we maybe take the stairs, I'm a bit nervous for all of us to be in a elevator together." I finish, looking hopefully in his eyes.
Austin smiles at me. O joy what was I thinking, now he thinks I'm a terrified punk. I never should have told him that..
"Sure, but I'll race ya" Austin chants mimicking me from before, and takes off in the direction of the stairs.
I smile and look back at Dez and Trish. Dez eyes are glaring at me rudely, I smirk and stick my middle finger up at both of them. Then, I sprint of following Austin.
I catch up pretty easily since we are in a hallway and Austin can't run full speed. He's waiting at the door to the stairs for me. I beam him a smile, suddenly remembering what happened earlier. I should hate him.
We race down the stairs, 5 flights right? Yeah, we were both out of breathe by the time we reached the bottom.
I pause before I reach out to open the door into the lobby. I block the door with my body and turn toward Austin. Sweat is covering both of or faces but I still see the confusion flickering on his.
I bit my bottom lip, not knowing what I'm doing. I cross my arms behind my back. Why am I getting all shy around Austin now?
"Friends help friends out right," I ask Austin still looking down.
I can already imagine what Austin might be looking like right now, dumbfounded. His dumbfounded face was always in my opinion his cutest face. Wait, what? Shut up brain!
"Yeah, and," I hear Austin reply back, I uncross my arms and finally meet his lovely eyes. I mean ugly eyes. O who am I kidding his eyes are beautiful.
"I need your help with a plan of mine, and if you help me then I'll consider us friends again," I say locking eyes with Austin. I smile spreads across Austin's face, he's finally happy.
"Sure, Alls, I'd do anything for you," He grins, "But, do you mind asking what you have in mind," Austin sounds hesitant with his words as if one of them might cause an earthquake.
I smile back up at him, maybe I might hate him a little less. I should hate him, but I can't. We were meant to be together and write music for all the ears of the world to hear. It's destiny.
"Your Uncle James is right Austin, every true friendship has challenges, and with that being said, I have a plan to help restore all of our friendships within Team Austin." I announce proudly.
When Austin smiles at me approving my plan, my heart fills with a little something I haven't had in a long time since the argument started...
Hope.
Hello fanfiction. I'm updating my other story Born Rebels sometime this week. I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I hope you had a wonderful holiday break from school. I need at least 18 reviews to post the next chapter. Don't ask why by I need that many. Also I'll tell you that there will be some major Auslly in the next few chapters and that there will be TREZ.
Also I was trying to cut down on negative language in this chapter since I see a few of y'all or either offended or disgusted by it. And sorry for that. Dez's disorder is real and I know a cousin of mine who is effected by it and his is more severe than Dez's and he can black out up to 6-8 times a day along with night time sleeping. Hope you have a great back to school day tomorrow - for all of those who actually go to school.
Anyway I was asked a few questions at Art Club a few days ago and I wanted to hear if you guys had a answer to them.
Could light exist if there were no darkness?
Are 'Plan B's even helpful if they just make us consider the circumstances that our 'Plan A' fails?
Is knowledge was a need?
You guys don't have to answer them, but if you have a really long answer then just PM me instead of making a review about it. I'm just curious to see what you guys thought about those questions. Well anyway...
Love ya,
Brooklyn