I couldn't tell what Trish was doing, my neck started to ache. I tried moving to relive the pain my looking up, but she quickly yanked my head back down and presumed to do whatever she was doing. She pulled my hair out of the bun, she had some weird concoction in a spray bottle that she generously applied, then she blow dried then started to dye my roots than the rest of it. She put a shower cap on then handed me a magazine I read. An hour or so later she washed my hair out in the sink, then blow-dried again. She finally turned me back around I gasped.
"Oh Trish wow," I sigh, I was awe struck, I stared up at her, "How?"
She shrugged, "Beauty school was a good investment as a fashion designer."
I just nodded and looked at it, she had worked magic. My hair was not just blonde it was honey and it was glowing. She had my highlights so bright and beautiful. It was like there was sun shining on my hair, but we were in cramped bathroom decked out in beauty supplies. She just smirked in the mirror and then turned me back around. She pulled the curling iron and started to curl my hair. After she braided small twines of hair and pinned them into a messy low bun and then went to work on my makeup. She put dark makeup on my eyes then bright red on my lips, she knew me too well. She handed me a mirror and I just looked awe struck at my reflection.
"I could do so much more in 12 hours, but we have 3," she sighed then stood me up and told me to sit on my bed. I sat obediently, she rushed out. I looked around my room, she came back with the dress and a pair of shoes. She told me to strip then handed me the dress. Shimmied in then looked at her, Trish cocked her head to the side, and shook her head. The Latina then went into my closet and pulled out a skinny red belt, which I have never even seen before. Then put in on me. She nodded approvingly then handed me a pair of red platforms.
"Oh chica, you're so beautiful," she sighs, and admires her work, "Now go brush your teeth in the kitchen."
She went into my bathroom making as much noise as she did before, cleaning up. I went into the kitchen and brushed my teeth as I was told to, then went into my living room and stared at the hole in my wall. I found some red nail polish and painted them, then blew on them until they dried. Something about painted nails makes everything more dramatic. I smile lazily at them.
"I really need to get that fixed," I muttered to empty air.
"Ally!" Trish yells from the bathroom, "You have like ten minutes so get your purse!"
Ten minutes! Where did the tie go? I quickly got up and got the red clutch that Trish had also magically pulled from the abyss of my closet. I grabbed Austin's phone gently tucked it in the clutch and then nervously paced the length of my living room. Trish came out wiping her hands; she crossed her arms and smirked at me.
"Calm down chica, you're going to roll your ankle, the last time I checked you are wearing five inch platforms," she informed, I stopped and looked down at my feet.
I groan, and walk over to the bar, "What if I'm not dressed up enough? What if Au-Lara doesn't think I look good? I mean I look great thanks to you but what if I'm not pretty enough? I mean you did fantastic-."
The doorbell stopped me mid-sentence, and my stomach irrupted with butterflies and I looked at Trish, wide-eyed.
She chuckled and shook her head, "Too late to think about."
She walked over and dragged me to the door, I opened it. Austin was standing there, trying not to ogle because he was wearing a suit, his hair was messy. He looked like he wasn't trying to ogle as well. A sudden burst of confidence ran through me.
"Like what you see?" I smirk.
"Can't say I don't," he shoots back. I laugh; Trish shoves me through the door. Making me fall into his chest, nice move Trish. I look up at him, he just looks at me with a smile on his lips, like he's the luckiest guy in the world. He wrapped his arms around my waist.
"Have her back by 11," she informs.
"I'll see what I can do," he says never breaking eye contact, "Your hair looks good, did you get it done?"
"No, Trish did it."
"You guys are too much," Trish laughs then slams the door breaking our gaze. I jumped, his grip tightens. I blush heavily and look down to examine my very interesting plain red shoes.
"Did Trish just lock you out of your house?" he asked.
"Ya and I don't have a key," I sigh, he shrugs.
I turn but his one hand never leaves my waist. I can't help but smile.
Austin acts like a perfect gentleman, opened my door, Held my hand the whole ride.
"Where is this place?" he asks, glancing quickly over to look at me.
"Tresdon," I answer.
"Oh god, really?" he says in disgust.
"Yes? Why?" I ask, curious to find out.
"I already hate her, you'll see. All I'm saying is afterwards we are going to McDonald's," he says, I can't help but laugh.
"You're really something else Austin," I say through giggles, I could see him trying and failing to suppress the giggles.
"Am I? Because I believe you are out of this world Ms. Dawson," he laughs, squeezing my hand.
I stop giggling and blush, he looks over at my and gives me a crooked smile that he is perfect at.
We arrive at Tresdon at 5:50; Austin opens my door and offers his arm. We walk into this "High-end restaurant" and already being judged. The usher has his noise in the air and has his eyes closed, I tempted to trip him but I resist it, for now. We come into a private dining hall. Once we walk in, I was greeted with air-kisses and lots of hugging. Every woman comes running up in a floor length dress, all the same color of the bride's maid dress they had picked. I gag, and I hear Austin groan in annoyance. There is some live classical music playing in the corner. Each one of them looks like the rather have their heads beaten their head against a wall. Lara comes running up in a floor length dress, a silver floor length dress. I sigh, "Here we go, and put on you fake smile and talk like you belong in the fifties."
Austin laughs but does I as instructed, "Oh Ally and Austin, I'm so glad you made it! I do not believe we've meet Austin. My name is Lara and Lester is over there," she informs dramatically.
"Well how lovely to meet you Lara, and if you are too unaware to notice but I've known Lester, for what Ally? Since I was 15 and now I'm 21 so I do believe I know him," he says, clearly annoyed with her.
She pursued her lips and turned to me, "Oh Ally, you look so lovely. I just love your dress, but maybe you should go back to brown."
I laugh and shake my head, "I'll do it when you do Lara."
She breathes through her noise and turns swiftly and heads back to my father. I roll my eyes, Austin leans over and whisper, "I think you look amazing Alls."
I smile up at him, he kisses my forehead. "Thank you, Austin. You're not so shabby yourself."
He laughs; a waiter comes up with a platter filled with bubbling champagne. We both take one and sip it. We sit down at the long dining table where most of the drunken couples had resigned to. We had little name placks to show our seat. I was seated at the very end of the table so I was seated next to Lara, great. Austin sat next to Lester, who didn't even do as much as glance over at us. I shake my head and place my neatly folded napkin in my lap. We keep sipping our crappy champagne, a waiter come over and air kisses Lara, then hands her a microphone.
"Hello everyone!" she booms into the microphone.
Austin leans over and whispers, "Isn't it a bit extreme to use a microphone when she's sitting at a table?"
"She's a bit extreme," I scoff.
"Just a bit?"
I giggle and wave over a waiter, "Hello madam, how may I help you."
"Can I have a glass of whiskey, in a glass about this big?" I ask, making about an L shape with my fingers.
"Oh, can I get one too?" Austin asks.
The waiter sighs and goes off to get our drinks, Austin looks at me funny.
"What?"
"We can't both get drunk."
"Well, then you have to drive very carefully don't you?"
He laughs, the waiter comes back with our drinks. We both take a drink, my throat burns and I bite back a gag and take another drink.
"So much better than champagne," I say, my voice rough.
"Yup," he says in a strained voice.
The dinner began with a long drawn out speech about 'good hearts' or whatever. Then afterwards Lara launches into the horseradish story. I sigh and rest my cheek on my hand and play around with my drink. Austin nudges me,
"What?" I whisper, looking over at him.
"Wanna play a game?"
I smile deviously, "What kind of game?"
"Who can make the most commotion and attract the most attention. Also whoever makes the most wins?"
"I love that you thought of this."
"Okay, so you start."
I nod and look around I spot the lady across the table wearing all orange. I find my target, I wave over the waiter and ask him to deliver an orange martini and a whole orange to the lady wearing orange. He nods and fills the order, then delivers it. She turns bright red, she rolls the orange away then downs the drink before anyone can realize.
"Weak start Dawson," he says.
"Oh like you could do much better."
He raises his eyebrows at me then takes his fork and drops it behind his chair. He pulls out to get it and in the process slams into the waiter behind him, holding a tray of filled wine glasses. The waiter goes flying, dropping every one of the wine glasses. I stifle a laugh and look down. Austin pulls back in like nothing happened, wipes off his fork on his napkin and places it neatly back in place. All the while everyone is staring at him in pure horror. I have my forehead on the table, laughing harder then I have in the past three months.
"What? Do I have food in my teeth?" he asks.
They all slowly turn back to their conversations. I finally compose myself and take a few deep breaths and sit back up.
"Oh Lara I just love your fake tan it so postmodern!" Austin exclaims loud enough for only me to hear. We start laughing, causing a few unkind looks.
"Horseradish," I say back, he starts laughing causing lots more annoyed glances.
This goes on for dinner, we just make fun of each lady and there equally interesting husbands. At one point I yell out "THIS IS WHAT YOU CALL A MEAL! I KNOW YOU'VE ALL WORK DONE BUT REALLY YOU STILL HAVE TO EAT PORTIONS OF A MOUSE!" causing Austin to explode into a fit of giggles. Austin informed everyone that he had random muscle spasms then proceeded to kick the man across of him quite harshly and nearly stab the man's hand next to him.
Desert rolled around and Austin and I were too far gone in laughter to even carry on any conversations. We ate a piece of cake that was about the size of my palm. I practically ate it in two bites.
I leaned over and whispered, "I see what you meet by 'you'll see' this place sucks."
"Ya I know but if you'll ever see a bill it's like 200 dollars for two people," he says, accepting a glass of champagne for the final toast. I take one as well and then I find the perfect plan.
"Austin, are we still playing?"
"Yes."
I smirk in response, Lara gives another speech the cheers Lester then leans over to cheers me, I slam my glass into hers so they both shatter and soak both our arms. Austin laughs out loud while everyone else gaps at me in horror.
"Sorry I was expecting it to more gentle than that," I answer, but she just stares at me with a shocked expression. My glass gets replaced, I turn to Austin.
"You have to look my in the eyes when we cheer, otherwise ten years of bad sex," I say, he smiles and cheers with me. We have a gentle clink, and then we link arms and sip the horrible drink then place in on the table.
"You win Dawson."
"I know."
"How much longer is this dinner?" I turn and ask Lara.
"You can leave whenever you like," she spats.
I shrug and stand. Austin gets up and stands next to me, "It's been a pleasure but I rather shoot myself in the mouth than spend more time with any of you."
Austin arm snakes around my waist and I wrap my arms around his middle and I lean my head against his arm, we turn and walk out with tons of stress burning into our backs as we walk out. We pass the usher and I stick my leg out so he trips. He falls face first into the path. We rush out after that and make it to the car breathless from laughing. We lean against the side of the car, Austin faces me. We start to calm down when I notice our position. He notices too and then leans down and rests our foreheads against each others. I smile up at him, he smiles back then looks from my eyes to my noise to my lips. I feel a blush crawl up my neck and to my cheeks. He notices this, and leans forward just far enough so that our lips are hovering over one another's. He looks back up at my eyes for a few seconds for permission, then dips down and kisses me. If anything sparks flew, I wound my hands into his hair and his moved down to grip my waist. He suckled on my bottom lip before pulling away and resting our foreheads together.
"Whoa," he said, breathless.
I nodded in agreement then pecked him on the lips. It took me every ounce of willpower to let him unlock the car and get in, but I let him. He still opened my door and acted like a complete gentleman. We held hands again, I turned on the radio to be hit with some rap song. I shook my head and changed it to a country station. At the light he looked over at me, shooting a curios glance.
"What it's my guilty pleasure," I say and turn it up.
"Heading down south to the land of the pines
I'm thumbing my way into North Caroline
Staring up the road and pray to God I see headlights
I made it down the coast in seventeen hours
Picking me a bouquet of dogwood flowers
And I'm a-hoping' for Raleigh, I can see my baby tonight," I sing, looking at Austin.
"So rock me momma like a wagon wheel
Rock me, momma, any way you feel
Hey momma rock me
Rock me momma like the wind and the rain
Rock me momma like a south bound train
Hey, momma rock me," I continue.
"Running from the cold up in New England
I was born to be a fiddler in an old time string band
My baby plays a guitar, I pick a banjo now
Oh, north country winters keep a-getting me down
I lost my money playing poker so I had to up and leave
But I ain't turning back to living that old life no more," he sings, I've missed this.
"So rock me momma like a wagon wheel
Rock me momma any way you feel
Hey momma rock me
Rock me momma like the wind and the rain
Rock me momma like a south bound train
Hey momma rock me," we sing, he smiles.
"Walkin' to the south out of Roanoke
I caught a trucker out of Philly had a nice long toke
But he's a heading west from the Cumberland gap
To Johnson City, Tennessee
And I gotta get a move on before the sun
I hear my baby calling my name and I know that she's the only one
And if I died in Raleigh at least I will die free," he sings.
"So rock me momma like a wagon wheel
Rock me momma any way you feel
Hey momma rock me
Rock me momma like the wind and the rain
Rock me momma like a south bound train
Hey momma rock me," we sing.
The sound fades, we are both breathless. He smiles at me, the light turns red and he leans over and kisses me softly. A horn honks at us and he pulls away and drives.
I end up singing Not My Momma's Broken Heart, to him and he just laughs and shakes his head at me.
We stop and get McDonald's as promised, we get to his house and slowly make our way to the front door. We make out for awhile outside the front door then go in. He takes me to his room and offers me to take a shower, I gladly accept. I take my time, let the water run cold before I get out and dry off. He put one of his shirts on the counter I put it on and a pair of his boxers. I brush my teeth and comb my hair and pin it back.
He is shirtless when I come out, and I can't help but stare. He smirks then puts on a wife beater. I go over and hug him.
"I'm tired," I say, and snuggle into his chest.
He picks me up and I wrap my legs around his midsection and rest my head on his shoulder, he puts me in bed then gets in next to me. I snuggle into his chest and mumble, "Does this make us official?"
"Of course," he mumbles into my hair. I smile and drift into sleep.
You and me.
Me and you.
Like two puzzle pieces.
We fit together.
We are stuck together like glue.
And I know that I love you.
OKay I finally wrote Auslly
So Sorry about not updating earlier I had a slight writes block.
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