DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE SOLEMLY AWESOME AUSTIN & ALLY!
I am back from the dead! And the angels there gave me some pretty damn good inspiration!
ON WITH THE STORY!
Niall's POV:
I walked up to the girl quicker than Austin because well, she was pretty and I was anxious!
"Hi there," I started, rubbing my now sweaty palms on my trousers. "I'm Niall." I introduced myself, smiling widely and holding my hand out for a shake.
She looked gobsmacked at my hand and me. The girl was wearing an old, gray Palms Beach jumper and baggy jeans with worn out sneakers. She opened her mouth to speak, but all that came out was a tiny squeak and her grip tightened on her textbooks.
I looked at her pretty weirded out. It's like this is her first time talking to a person...
"U-u-um," She stuttered, adjusting her books so she had one free hand. "I'm A-Alison- but you can c-call me A-Ally." Then she hesitantly grabbed my oh-so-patient hand and shook it lightly. Right after, she shot her hand back to take ahold of her books. She laughed nervously and tilted her head a little to the side.
I felt a gust of air appear beside me so I turned around and saw Austin standing there, a little behind me. Well, he sure took his sweet old time walking across the hallway.
"H-hey Niall, I see you've met Ally." He smiled nervously and shoved his hands deeper into his pockets. Why is everyone stuttering when they say her name? I wondered.
Wait...I thought Austin said that he didn't know her? How could he know her name but not know who she was?
He lied to me.
Once A-Ally saw that Austin was there, her eyes widened in fear and her face paled. So basically, she looked like a deer in headlights.
Okay, I have one possible explanation for this: they're secretly dating and he didn't want me to know because he thought I would tell the entire school about it.
Smart kid, I probably would have done that.
Austin looked down at him shoes and started rocking back and forth on his heels while Ally metaphorically shrunk in size.
I looked back and forth between the two and I instantly grinned sadistically, knowing that I had busted them. "It's okay, I won't tell anyone about you two." I smirked and looked up, closing my eyes.
When I heard no response, I opened my eyes and found that they were both staring at me, weirded out.
"What?" They both asked me, completely dumbfounded.
I quirked an eyebrow and crossed my arms. I was expecting them to start begging me not to tell anybody, but this is no where near what I predicted. "Aren't you guys-" I started, but was soon cut off my a cell phone ringing.
Ally reached into her pocket and pulled out an old flip phone(1). She looked at the caller ID and her expression changed to worry. "I have to take this." She said, looking at us momentarily before excusing herself and walking off to the end of the hallway.
After about a minute, she rushed back to us and started opening her locker again. "I'm sorry, but that was my brother's school. Apparently, he's in the principle's office and I need to be present; I just hope that it's for an award." She explained. Just as she shut her locker, she turned to us reluctantly. "Um...could one of you guys cover for me in homeroom? I don't want her to think that I wouldn't attend her class..." She trailed off and bit her lower lip.
Right as I was about to ask her what her homeroom was, Austin beat me to it. "S-sure!" He said, a smile threatening to show. Noticing how Ally's quickly turned to him, his hand shot up and he started scratching the back of his neck while looking off the side. "I mean, Ms. Rhoander knows that you w-wouldn't ditch, anyways-" He tried to explain, but was soon interrupted by Ally throwing her arms around his neck, hugging him quickly before thanking him and power-walking out of the school building.
As I watched her leave, I turned to Austin who was frozen, looking like he was hugging an invisible person.
"Austin?" I asked him. After calling his name a few times and waving my hand in front of his face, he was still frozen.
Unfathomable.
"EARTH TO AUSTIN!" I shouted directly into his ear.
If I didn't know any better, I would have thought he was wearing spring shoes that can make him bounce up to 15 feet. His eyes bulged beyond belief when he landed, which was after that strange skirll screech, but he quickly regained himself and leaned against the lockers. "'Sup?" He asked cooly, jerking is head slightly upward at me.
That was a bit bipolar...
I started laughing really hard at his sudden change of emotions in a matter of thirty seconds. As my laughing slowly died down, I said, "Dude...what was that?" I asked him, trying hard to hold my laughter. I leaned against the silver, metal lockers next to him and smirked.
He looked at me weird and said, "What are you talking about?" He crossed his arms and propped his foot against the bottom of the locker he was leaning against.
"I mean-" I uncrossed my arms and mimicked his "frozen" pose. I know I wasn't stretching it by any means, because he paled at the sight of it. "-this." I finished, not breaking the stance.
"I-I don't know what you're talking about." He looked away from me to a poster for the chess club on the wall.
"Yes, you do."
"No, I don't."
"Yes, you do."
"No, I don't."
Let's see if this works, "No, you don't. You have no idea who that girl was and you don't have a red guitar named Frank."
"Yes, I do. Her name is Ally Dawson and I do have a red guitar and his name is Benny! HA! Take that Horan!" He said, smiling in victory. Yep, it worked.
"..."
"What?"
"Have you had sex with her yet?" I said, my face heating up because I was holding my breath, trying to refrain from laughing.
"Dammit, Niall!"
I couldn't hold it in anymore, I burst out laughing. As in red face, gripping rib cage, teary-eyed laughing. I slid my back down the lockers, not caring about the dials cutting into my back as I sat down on the cold floor.
I may or may have not gotten a few odd glances from bystanders passing by, not knowing who I was, why I was laughing hard, and why Austin was beet red of embarrassment.
"Okay Niall, if you laugh any longer than you're going to choke." Austin said, irratated. I could hear him tapping his foot repeatedly on the ground next to me.
I knew what he meant, my mum tells me the same thing. That's why she bought me a water bottle, to calm myself whenever I'm laughing too hard and/or too long. I reached into my backpack, unzipped the zipper, and pulled out the mini blue mister. I sprayed my face until I was calm, then opened my eyes.
I looked over at Austin and half smiled, wiping the water out of my face and rubbing my wet hands on my trousers. "So..." I started. He looked over at me so I continued, "why did you lie to me about not knowing her?" I stood up and crossed my arms, leaning against the same locker as before.
He looked down at his feet and gingerly kicked the dirt-covered footprints on the ground. "Well, you see...um..." He trailed off.
I stared at him in confusion. Why was he having such a hard time answering a simple question? Does he even know why?
He looked over his shoulders, checking to see if anyone was listening in on us. He stepped closer to me and held his head down. "I kinda have a crush on her..."
Score.
Ally's POV:
I jumped into the truck and slammed the door shut. I laid my hands on the steering wheel and my head found it to be the best place to be at the moment.
What did I just do?
You hugged him.
Why? He just said that he would cover for me in class. Besides, he hates me!
Because you were happy that he was willing to do something for you. And are you sure that he hates you? After all, he did shoo off his friends when they were giving you a hard time.
One time, ONE TIME!
And remember when he apologized after bumping into you in the hall?
Two times, happy? Besides, why are you telling me about his only highlights?
Okay, first of all, I'm you. And second of all, because ever since you stood up to him a few weeks ago, he's been a bit softer around you. Admit it, you're starting to take a special liking to the person who stuck gum in your hair during the second grade.
So what? His heart is gaining some color. But that doesn't mean that I automatically have to like him. He's been the He-who-must-not-be-named to my Harry Potter since the fourth grade; it's going to take a long time before I even think about forgiving him.
Whatever floats your boat. But keep in mind that I'm still going to poke a hole in the bottom of it.
What's that supposed to mean?
Did you forget the reason that you're sitting in the truck in the first place?
Oh man, I forgot about Alex! I can't believe I did that, I'm a terrible sister!
Bingo.
Once I arrived at Alex's school, I parked at the first open space I saw. I quickly turned off the ignition and unbuckled mt seatbelt. As soon as I was out of the car, I adjusted my sweatshirt and quickly made my way through the front doors.
The school office was your typical kind. Wooden chairs with navy blue cushions were lined up against the wall, the secretary's desk facing them. Photo's of the school's athletics were hung perfectly aligned from each other on the creame wall.
I walked up to the secretary's desk and waited patiently, because she was in the middle of what seemed to be an important phone call. I looked at her desk name tag and read, Carla Allsworthy.
Carla had been so helpful to us when Adam enrolled Alex into the school. She always had a bright spirit; never ending, never fading. Today, her auburn hair was tied into a bun. The remains of her long bangs hung low in front of her eyes, hiding her dark eyelashes and her dark blue eyes from the rest of the world. Her maroon reading glasses were propped up onto her crooked nose, letting her read whatever was on the computer screen that told her what to do while attending a parent or somebody. She was wearing satin baby-blue tank top and a long-sleeved black vest, letting her hair shine contrast her outfit deeply.
Once the phone call was over, she looked up at me with a stone cold expression. "You can go in there now, they've been waiting for you." She snapped. Whoa, I hope that's because of the full moon today.
Shaking my head and tearing my gaze away from Carla, I blinked repeatedly and entered the principal's office. A cold chill ran down my spine, causing me to shiver. This place had always given me the creeps.
I stepped cautiosly into the threshold of the small office. Small paintings were hung on the walls and there was a large, oak desk by the corner of the room.
"Ms. Dawson," the principal, who used to be mine, asked me. "Please have a seat. I would like to talk to you about your brother's recent actions." He said, sternly.
I took a look to my right and saw Alex, who slumped far down into his seat, probably thinking that he would be invisible if he did. Taking my seat, I laced my fingers and placed them on my lap.
"Now, Alexander Dawson has displayed physical violence on a fellow student. I don't know how it happened, but other students told me he threw the first punch." He explained. I whipped my head to the side and gasped as I looked my little brother. He smiled sheepishly as if he did it every other week. "Alexander, would you like to tell us why and how you were involved in a fight?"
"Well..." Alex started, and began to tell us the story.
Alex's POV:
"Have a good day at school!" Ally wished me as I hopped out of the truck and shut the door. I got to talk to her about screaming motherly things to me in front of my friends. It's embarassing.
I walked to the playground for mornnig reccess and pushed my backpack off of my shoulders, which landed on our class's circle group, next to all of the other backpacks.
I ran excitedly to the monkey bars. I couldn't wait to hang upside down again, it was so fun! But I think Adam said something about me losing brain cells each time I did that.
Oh well, I'm not going to be using those any time soon.
Right as I was about to climb up the connecting ladder, someone pulled me off of them, preventing me from doing anything unharmful. "Ow..." I muttered, opening my eyes to the dull, blue sky.
"What do you think you're doing, Dawson?" Casey Low growled, kicking me lightly in the ribs. I pushed myself up off of the ground and dusted off my pants from the fake woodchips that were stuck to me. Casey and his group of friends were crowded around us, along with a few other kids.
"I was about to climb the monkey bars, but it looks like the ape won't let me" I fired back, digging my shoes deeper into the cold dirt.
He glared at me and faked a step towards my direction. I staggered back, my relfexes taking over me. "That's pretty good, for a boy who's parents ran away from him." He smirked and dug his hands deep into his pockets. "How is that busted liptreating you? I hope it hurts."
I have to take my sister's advice. I can't let Casey take control of me. "Take that back! My parents loved me! They still do!" I shouted, leaning in forwards so my voice would appear louder to him. "I'm sick and tired of you bullying me for no good reason. What did I do to deserve this from you?"
"You were being you! And it's true, your parents hate you, they killed themselves just so they could get away from you!" He sneered.
I couldn't take it anymore. I lunged forward and punched Casey as hard as I could in the jaw. The pain shot through my arm, but I could care less about that.
"My parents didn't kill themselves," I shouted, "They didn't want to leave me one bit. If it was their decision, then they would be here right now. You have no right to say something that isn't true. They both died of natural causes, so there wasn't anything anyone could've done about it!" I screamed. My fists were clenched together to the point where my fist was white and the bones in my lower arms were bulging due to that.
"What is going on here? Why are you boys fighting?" A teacher lectuered as she ran up to us and helped Casey up.
"He punched me..." Casey complained and pouted his lower lip for dramatic effect.
"Is this true, Mr. Dawson?" She turned to me and rubbed Casey lightly on the back.
"I did punch him, but he-" I started, but was quickly but off.
"That's enough, go to the principal's office and he'll decide what to do with this." She snapped. "Casey," she said much softer, "are you alright?" He nodded his head pathetically and buried his head into her stomach.
"He hurt me..." Casey whimpered. Are you kidding me? He's lying! Well, I did punch him, but I did have a very good reason to do so! He was saying that my parents killed themselves just because of me. He was wrong. From what Adam and Ally told me, Mom didn't get to tell him, because the day she was going to, he died. And mom was sick while she was pregnant with me, so I'm considered a miracle child.
I looked around me and saw that all of the othet students were dead silent, crowding around me. The only sound that was heard was the hard wind blowing our eyes dry.
Ally's POV:
"So...yeah, that's how I ended up here," Alex finished.
Now that the principal and I know what happened, they should be able to punish Casey and help Alex through the bullying. This way, Alex won't have the same difficulty as I did when I was his age and so on.
"Mr. Dawson, due to your actions, we are going to have to suspend you for a three days time." Mr. Bouski explained. He bounded his hands together tightly and rested them on the desk and looked at us dead in the eye.
No, no, Alex can't be suspended. If he is, then this will go onto his record which is viewed by social security. And if social security sees that, then they're going to force Alex into foster care and put him in a home that could be across the country, away from what's left of his family. Why should he be suspended anyway, the principal knows that Casey had been bullying my baby for a while, so it should be Casey getting suspended.
"What about Casey?" I asked, putting a supporting arm around Alex's back.
"Mr. Low will not be punished, the trauma of a hit to the face is enough for him." He addressed solemly. Wait, that's all he gets? The trauma of karma? This can't be right.
I shook my head and leaned in closer to the principal's desk. Making large hand motions, I argued back. "That can't be all. You know that Casey has been bullying my brother for quite some time now, so Casey should get the suspension, not Alex." I leaned back into the chair and looked at him perplexed.
After about two more minutes of suttle arguing about the subject, he finally hit the spot that hurt most. "I don't think you understand how this school system works, Ms. Dawson. Your brother hit another student, that grounds for suspension. Casey did not throw any hits, that means he is not punished." I quickly decided that I had nothing more to lose. It was all or nothing.
"No, you don't understand how this school system works. It says in your rules that bullying will not be tolerated under any circumstances. And when you say that Casey did not hit my brother, you're wrong. He's gave Alex a busted lip just yesterday, in your school. You told your students that they should stand up for themselves if they are bullied, and that's exactly what Alex did, and you're suspending him with no punishment to the bully. I do know how this school works, because I attended it for the required grades. Let me tell you something, I was bullied, every day, and none of you did a damn thing about it. I tried to talk to every faculty member, but none of them would listen, including you. Don't you dare tell me that this is a good school, because it sure as hell is not. I will not stand by and witness such hypocritical behavior from a supposed role model. How can you sleep at night, knowing that your students are suffering under your supervision. I certainly couldn't." I finally let it out. And relief is something that I have wanted for as long as my feet have walked.
Scared now of what was to come, I relentlessly looked at the man who probably just woke up. He was looking at me, as if I had more than one nose, and gave a look of relization. "You're right," he decided, "I should take into account all that has happened. Mr. Dawson will go without punishment and Mr. Low will face suspension." He quickly stacked a couple of papers and looked at Alex and me. "I suggest that you leave now, before I change my mind." I smiled warmly and looked down at Alex.
His eyes held excitement and admiration. He was smilling so big, that you could easily spot out the tiny chip in one of his front teeth. I grabbed his hand and led him out of the door, shutting it in the process.
Alex quickly turned around and hugged my legs. "You did it Ally," he congradulated, "You stood up to the principal and saved me from having to be adopted!"
I bent down to hug him better. I was proud of myself, I finally was. Once I smiled softly and hugged back Alex tighter, my eyes drifted closed and I silently thanked Mom and Dad for giving me that courage to save my brother.
My parents, I could almost feel them patting me on the back and saying how proud they were of me. I miss those days, even when the appreciation was shown by having the family computer for the next hour. "Thanks, guys." I quietly whispered into the thin air, vowing to experience this feeling again, even if it's the last thing I do. It's hard to get rid of the feeling that lifts a large amount of weight off of my pale shoulders.
Thank you, Mom and Dad, for being there for me, even though you're not here with me.
Thank you.
A/N: And...DONE! Whew, so I wonder how many people stopped following me after this. And if you guys want to know where I've been, just ask me. But do know that I can give you a completely made up story as to why I was gone. Be warned.
Question: If you could have your love interest sing ONE song to you, what would it be? Mine is "Wanted" by Hunter Hayes.
Quote From Me: "She looks pretty = that bitch better give me her beautiful features or else I am going to throw my plastic ass at her boyfriend or crush."
That One Moment: When you're at a grocery store and you're afraid to touch metal because you know it will shock you, but you still do it anyway.
Tis that to be all! So until the next update for one of my stories...
BYE!