Hey guys! I'm sure these Author's notes are going to become a frequent thing, and I will probably annoy the living piss out of you guys with these. But, I have so much I need to say, and I think you all deserve to hear it. I'd like to thank everyone for all the love they've shown my story, and for leaving me bloody amazing and perfect comments and pm's.
You guys are seriously the most amazing people on the entire face of this planet, and I can't thank you enough for being so patient while I've gotten the hang of this writing thing, and for putting up with my lack of consistency in updating and Ally's unexplained and irrational mood swings.. There are so many more things to say, if I could ever think of a more efficient way to write them all down. But, there are a million thoughts swarming my concentration right now.
When I began writing, I didn't really think this story was going to get anywhere. I figured, there are writers out there who have a million times the talent I'll ever have. Who's ever going to want to read my rubbish stories? But, imagine my astonishment when people actually began reading it, and leaving me so much positive feedback.
I want to thank every one of you for being here, with me. There are a few people in particular that I would really love to shower in compliments right now.
sweetlovegirl101: "This story is so interesting and exciting. One part was so funny i fell of my couch laughing lol so excited to read more!"
You are the definition of amazing. Your comment made me smile so much. I was grinning like a sodding idiot, and my grandpa was wondering why I was smiling like I was on drugs or something. I was having sort of a crap day, but your comment made me feel so honored, and made me feel like maybe my humor isn't quite as dry as sandpaper.
Sweets: "Ohhhhh, Ally D fucking wooped you ass, bitches!
Seriously tho, i HATE it when girls are like that. Too bad there are too many of them. *sigh* So this chapter was cool. Ally got dragged into a plane by Trish, SLAYED some bimbo's (still so proud *wipes tear*) Aaand is off to an trip where she has no freakin' clue is gonna be.
I'd say Trish works with Austin. There's definitely gotta be a good reason why you'd put this trip in the story. Especially with chapter 9, where Austin was oh so determined to woo her over.
Well, can't wait! :D x"
Haha, oh my. I was laughing at your comment, and I love your spunk. I was so grateful that I wasn't the only one who enjoyed the scene where Ally rip's into their assholes. That was one of my favorite chapters to write. I really adore the feedback, and I love your observations. All is about to be revealed! Xx.
Bolero127: "Yay! I want to just gobble this story up all at once, but I know the hard work that goes into writing each chapter. Anyone who doesn't understand has never tried to write. Thanks for another awesome chapter!"
Thank you so much dude! I love that you didn't demand a new chapter from me! (Not that I mind when people do that, in the least. In fact, it makes me squeal with joy when people want an update very quickly. I love you all!) And you're very welcome. It's because of everyone who puts up with me that I am inspired to do something like this. And, I love our conversations! You are a very insightful person, and I love hearing your opinions. Thank you for acknowledging that I exist, and having even a small desire to actually have conversations with me.
I want to thank everyone who has ever commented, followed the story, or even just skimmed my story. If I had the room, I would thank every single last one of you down to the last person in a long letter. (But, I don't have the room for that, and you guys don't have that kind of patience!) If you are following me, and I have not followed you back, please just let me know in a pm, and I will fix that problem immediately!
For a while, I doubted my dedication for this story, or that I'd ever find the words or motivation to follow through with the story. At one point, I really considered giving up, and moving on to another idea. But, you guys are the reason that I continued. Through all your opinions and adornment over one story, I found the courage to trust myself as a writer, and to venture where I have never really explored. There is no way to express my gratitude for you! There are literally not even enough words in the entire human language to express how grateful I am to have each and everyone of you putting up with my writing.
Well, there is one way I can think of it... How does another chapter in Austin's point of view sound? No? Too bad, because I'm giving you a chapter in his perspective whether you want it, or not. I am a ruthless chick, who enjoys nothing more than doing things my way. C; I love every freaking single one of you!
Xoxo,
Enlightening Tale Brethren.
Austin's POV:
I checked the clock, drumming my hands against the arm of my couch in boredom. In about 15 minutes the rest of my bandmates were coming over to hang out, and for us to have a band meeting. I felt like I hadn't seen them in a while, and a night full of mischief and tomfoolery was just what I needed to get out of the slumps.
I was under a lot of pressure right now, and it was starting to piss me off. Ever since I had mentioned Ally Dawson at my concert, the press had been going berzerk. I hadn't considered the consequences when I did it, and now I was paying the price. I couldn't take a piss without someone questioning me about the mysterious girl I had named.
No one could figure out who she was, exactly, and I was grateful for that. All I needed was for someone to dig deeper into things and begin hassling her too. I was used to this, she most certainly wouldn't be. I hear my name mentioned, and as if coming out of a trance, I fix my attention on the television.
"Good evening. I'm Amber Sailor, and I am here to bring you the latest gossip that has been swarming Hollywood lately. Austin Moon and his mystery girl. During a concert in Miami, Austin dedicated a song to someone named Ally Dawson. Specifically, a Beatles song, which implies he really like this girl. He insisted this girl was obsessed with them. So, what Hollywood and the rest of the world want to know is, who exactly is Ally Dawson? A dedicated fan? Possible lover? Is the world about to be heartbroken now that the teenage sensation may possibly have a girlfriend? I don't know about you, but I am dying to know who this strange woman is, and what her relationship with Austin Moon is. Stay tuned, Hollywood, because this is going to be a head turner. Things are about to get interesting. Stay tuned, as we dive deeper into the rivalry between The Great Escape and One Direction. Tom has all the latest feud updates."
I roll my eyes in annoyance. It just figured the paparazzi was obsessing and over-analyzing things, once again. Ally and I weren't even friends, much less potential lovers. I hated all the attention I was receiving from everyone who had any way to get on the internet. I was already at the end of the rope with all the questions and demands I had been receiving.
My fans were desperately tweeting me, begging me to tell them who Ally was. Actually, scratch that; They were demanding I tell them. I loved my fans, but sometimes they went just a little overboard, and became a slight nuisance. Still, they were the only reason I was pursuing my dreams, and that I had even a fraction of the fame I had achieved. Without them, I'd be nothing.
My phone chimes, and I glance down at it, noting the unfamiliar number underneath the message. I always got a little worried when unknown numbers contacted me. I didn't like the possibility of anyone getting my personal number. Weird things tended to happen in situations like that, and I wasn't really in the mood to try it out for myself.
I open the text message and sigh in relief when I realize it's just Trish. Trish is Ally's best friend, and the only reason that this plan is going to be even half as successful as I hoped it was. She had helped set the entire thing up, and I was hoping that my cards were looking good.
We've settled in at our hotel, which is freaking sweet, by the way! You have good taste, Austin. But, we might have a slight problem... Ally just saw that episode of Hollywood Unloaded, and she's livid about it. I hope everything will go as we planned. -T
I groaned, again. It just figures that something was bound to happen, but I figured that it would've happened later, and not 4 hours into the plan. Why was the universe so against me? It was stupid. If Amber Sailor ruined my chance at winning Ally over, I was going to find a way to end her breathing. Ok, ok, maybe not quite that extreme, but I'd get revenge.
There is a knock at my door, and I sigh in relief. The band is here, which means that I can just chill out and be at easy. "Come in!" I yell, propping myself up into a more casual position, and relaxing my already tensing muscles. I wasn't going to fool anyone if I looked annoyed. The door bursts open, and in walks my five brothers. Ok, not literally. But, they were practically my family, since we spent so much time together.
First, there was Rixion Elizabeth Violet, who was our lead guitarist. Despite her delicate sounding name, Rixion was the complete opposite. Rixion was a party girl who was known for being crazy wild and for being notorious at entertaining parties. She was popular both for her fire, and because she kicked ass at guitar. Rixion was one of the most talented musicians I had ever heard, and she would kick anyone's ass if they told her otherwise.
Rixion was definitely a feminist, and she would yank off the genitals of any man who dared try to tell her that she sucked because she was a girl. Rixion hated when people took it easy on her just because she had a vagina. Sometimes people thought that Rixion and I were in a relationship, but that thought kind of sickened me. We'd thought about dating, certainly. But, we were too close, and after one drunken kiss, we decided that we felt more like siblings than anything. End of that relationship.
Rixion was definitely hot, there was no denying that. I mean, I didn't lust after her or anything, but I could understand part of the reason our band was so popular. She had long, jet black hair that was frequently being streaked with wild colors. She was a tall girl, standing at about 5'9. She had long legs, and a permanent slight tan due to her italian heritage. She had one blue eye and one violet eye. It was the coolest thing I'd ever seen. She had a decent rack, and she had a really sweet tattoo that began at the base of her spine and ended at the very end of her fingers. It was two dragons, one black, and one white that wrapped around each other and ended at the end of her right middle finger. It was a fine piece of art.
Our drummer was Jace Armon "Casanova" Langdon. Jace was the most sought out member of the group, right under me. He had shaggy blonde hair, which he was constantly flipping out of his eyes. I didn't understand why he didn't just chop the damn locks off. But, he was stubborn, and that's why we were constantly butting heads. But, we were like brothers, so I kept him around. He had amber eyes, which was an interesting contrast to his practically snow tinted hair. His hair was white. Jace was the most mischievous, and was ultimately known for his pranks. He was a hilarious guy, but sometimes he forgot that some people actually have feelings.
Some women said that it gave him the appearance of a vampire, which he gladly took to heart. He had has hair cut into an extremely shaggy and choppy mess. He was naturally pale, and he deeply enjoyed dressing in black shirts, and tight pants. He had his left ear pierced, as well as snake bites, which most of our fans were attracted too, for some strange reason. But, I had to admit, If I wasn't straight, even I'd do him. He was a man with quite the reputation for attracting women, and for almost never going home alone. I was surprised he wasn't crawling in diseases right now. But, luckily for him, he wasn't a complete ass. He was smarter than people took for granted, and he never ceased to amaze me with his cleverness. He was one man not to be trifled with.
Our bassist was Sid Alexander Wesley. He was the most reserved out of all of us, and easily the most responsible. He was the practical glue that kept us from getting arrested, or sued. And he kicked ass as a bassist. I could never even ask for a better bassist then Sid. Sid was the most shy out of all of us, which made him pretty popular among the opposite sex. They found his timid and shy nature endearing and clung to him like bees to a flower. And he definitely wasn't bad in the looks department. At least, not anymore.
When Sid had first joined the band, he was this lanky, pale, white boy with short brown hair and glasses. He even had braces, and wore nerdy apparel. We had always teased him for his nerdy appearance. But, eventually he got laser eye surgery, his teeth straightened, and we had found him a more... Normal style. He dressed more like an average teenager now, which was just fine by everyone. He had allowed his brown hair to grow out to a decent length, which made him fit the outcast kid perfectly. He had electric blue eyes and a thoughtful and considerate smile. He was a nice guy, and he was absolutely the reason we didn't slit each other's throats. Hey, even family members want to do this sometimes.
Our Rhythm Guitarist was Connor Blake Richardson. Connor was the most... Interesting of the bunch. He came from a really tough past, and yet, he managed to be the strongest person I had ever met. He was a bit moody, and sometimes he was a hassle to deal with, but he was also a really emotional guy. He was a great listener, and he was good at giving advice.
But, he could also be hard to approach, and he was the most disapproving of our... Lifestyle. He had flings occasionally, but it was nowhere close to the rest of us. Even Rixion was known to have the occasional one night stand. He didn't lecture us, but he didn't agree with our careless flings. But, usually, we kept the flings low key anyway, so as long as he didn't hear about it, he didn't necessarily care.
And finally, though he wasn't actually in the band, was my best friend and brother from another mother, Dez Wade. Dez was our assistant manager, even though he acted more like a friend than a responsible adult. Dez was a child at heart, and we had been best friends for close to 15 years now. I had met him one fateful day in preschool, when I had offered to share my Gushers with him. That's when he became my friend, and followed me around. I hated it at first, but he proved himself to be a loyal and amazing friend. I trusted him with my life, and I loved that he was open-minded about everything. He was easy to talk to, and we even had a bromance going on.
Dez had bright red hair, and we constantly bagged on him because of it. His nickname was "Fire Crotch", and we constantly called him a "soulless ginger." But, Dez took it with great amusement, and he gave as good as he got. Sometimes he had "blonde" moments, but he was a pretty clever guy, and there was more depth to him than some people realized. He had blue eyes, and freckles, which made him appear kind of goofy at times. He also dressed in some pretty crazy clothing, which only added to his reputation as a clown.
He was always smiling, and I admired his carefree outlook on life. He was my light when I was trapped in darkness. He was always there for me when I needed somone to vent to, and he wouldn't tell a soul, because he didn't have one to share. I know, I know, I'm horrible. But, Dez found it funny, and he made fun of me for being a blonde all the time, so I figured it was only fair.
"Hey dude." Dez greets, plopping down next to me while the rest of my mates rummage through my fridge for food. This was normal; I just hoped they didn't clean me out like last time. Sometimes our gatherings could get a little rowdy, and they always cleaned out my kitchen. Literally.
"Hey bro." I greet back, leaning my back against the couch, and finally feeling a little relaxed. Dez looks like he's in a slightly beat up state. He seems a little worried, which was making me feel concerned, because Dez was the most upbeat guy I knew, and it took a lot to upset Dez. He was a trooper.
"How are you doing? Any luck in luring in that girl?" He asks, slightly amused. This was one of the reasons I loved Dez. He was good at making things seem like sunshine and rainbows.
"Girl? Ooh! You mean someone has finally caught Austin's fancy? I was starting to wonder when you were going to finally become a man." An amused voice calls from the kitchen as Rixion appears with a beer in hand, and cheetos in the other. She is dressed in pajama shorts and a mickey mouse tank top. On anyone else it would look stupid and childish, but with Rixion, it worked.
She gives me a smug smirk as she plops down next to me, sliding me a beer. I was a party man myself, but I tried not to drink excessively. I was a role model, whether I liked it or not, and I didn't think constantly getting busted for drinking was the way in which to maintain a possitive rep. My rep wasn't squeaky clean, but I did a fairly decent job of staying out of the negative side of news. I took pride in that.
"There's no girl, Rix."
"Oh bullshit Austin. I know something is going on with you. You called out her name at the concert, and I know there had to be a reason for it, because you've never done it before. So, I want details, and I want them now. Otherwise, I will give you the worst 'purple nurple' you've ever seen, and you will regret crossing me. Now, tell me all about this Ally girl."
"Look, I'm telling you, there's nothing going on between us. She doesn't even want to be friends right now. We accidentally swapped phones in Miami when I went to the carnival-"
"Carnival? You mean to tell me you snuck out without inviting me? I am wounded. I really thought we had something special bro." Jace says, feigning a hurt expression. I can tell he's trying not to crack up.
Dez scoots close to me, and slides an arm around me, faking being possessive. "Like hell you do! Austin is mine. Understand, you scummy buttsniffer? It is Austez forever, not Jaustin. So, stop trying to steal my man, before I rip out your weave." Dez says, his voice riddled with amusement.
Jace pouts before settling on the other couch, and opening his can of beer. I take a sip of mine just as Connor and Sid emerge from the kitchen, candy crammed in their pockets, and beers. Jeez, where did we manage to get so much beer from? Sometimes I still wasn't used to all the perks that came with being a celebrity.
"So, continue, Austin. You were just about to tell us all about the famous Ally Dawson. Don't be shy now." Rixion teases, knowing full well that because she mentioned it again, the rest of my band is not going to quit harassing me until I fessed up.
"Yeah, Austy, I wanna hear all about this dirty little secret of yours." Sid adds, giving me a lopsided grin.
I sigh, and run a hand through my blonde locks, before glancing up and meeting five sets of staring eyes. God, Rixion had definitely put me on the spot. Stupid brat. "Ok, you guys remember our four day vacation in Miami, right?"
Everyone nods, and their silence makes me even more nervous. Usually, it was impossible to hold a successful meeting with the band, because we all loved hearing the sound of our own voice, and we were always interrupting each other. But for once, everyone is silent, and that makes me want to squirm in my seat, even though I haven't done anything wrong.
"Well, I kind of ignored Kota's order that we stay inside and lay low for the duration of our stay. Well...The night before we left to resume our tour, I kind of snuck out, and I went to the carnival there. It was their last night, and I just wanted to have a few hours of feeling normal. Well, while I was there, I accidentally dropped my phone, and picked up a complete stranger's phone. That stranger's name is Ally Dawson. At first, I called her to find a way to exchange our phones, but she... Captivated me. She was quirky, snarky, and sarcastic. And, she didn't fall for my regular antics, which was making the chase that much more fun. I failed to mention to her when she asked for my name, that I was Austin Moon. She doesn't even like our music, which made her that much more interesting. She found out I omitted information from her, and now she's ignoring my existence."
For several long moments, there is an uncomfortable silence emitting about the room. I'm starting to feel really awkward around people I spend months at a time in close proximity with. I don't want to be having this conversation with anyone, and I'm cursing Rixion's existence until we are all dragged down to hell.
"Right... Well, I suppose that does explain your odd behaviour lately. I was starting to worry that you'd dove straight off the deep end and we were going to have to look for a decent psych ward to ship you off to." Jace says, his gaze fixated on the tv which is, get this, airing another story about the 'Mysterious Ally Dawson.' God, I was already 500% done with people, and I was the social one.
"I just hope you don't further make an ass of yourself. You know, the press isn't going to stop stalking and demanding until you tell everyone who Ally is." Rixion says, giving me a hard glance. I can tell that she's a little annoyed with my antics with the press lately, and she wants me to come clean. But the problem is, it's not really my decision to make. It's Ally's choice. I can't force her into my lifestyle, and it's not fair to ruin her life, because that's what will happen.
The press tended to be ruthless, and they liked to build people up to tear them down. I was also concerned that my fans would... Overreact a little bit. We had the most amazing fanbase I could ask for, but they did tend to become a little possessive over the bandmates, and they weren't known for sharing. Most of them were cool, and I couldn't thank them more for all they've done. But, there were also people who were known for sending death threats to people that had just gotten pictures taken with the band.
I was tempted to call Ally and see how she was dealing with all of this, but my gut was telling me that it was not a very wise idea. I had seen Ally when she was angry, and I had a feeling tonight wouldn't be an exception. She was probably planning my murder down to the very last second right now. I knew she was mad at me, but I wasn't going to give up.
But, I didn't want people to get the wrong idea. I liked Ally, but I didn't necessarily like her. At least, not like that. I enjoyed flirting with her, and I'd never really went to such extreme measures to make friends, but Ally was worth it. I had less than two handfuls of people that I actually considered real friends. Sure, I was pretty good with most of the royalty in Hollywood, but that didn't mean I trusted them.
Aside from my bandmates, I had a couple other friends, and that was how I preferred it. Some people needed a lot of friends to be happy. I however, was not one of those people. I was the type of guy who would rather have 4 quarters instead of a 1000 pennies. But, Ally seemed like a wise choice. Sure, she was incredibly stubborn, and hypocritical, and she was a pain in the ass. But, she was also the first person outside my band who called things how she saw them, and wasn't caught up in the magic that surrounded my life.
Tomorrow night was when operation Win-Ally's-Friendship launched, and I just hoped she would accept my gesture. I had gone to great lengths with planning this, and if this didn't work, I don't know what would. I didn't want things to end between us on such a rough note. I wanted at least a small shot at redemption. I couldn't really explain what it was about Ally that was so different from everyone else I'd ever met. I was no stranger to pissing people off. In fact, it was a natural born talent of mine.
I think it was because for once, I had met someone who didn't worship me. Even my band members did at times. Now, they didn't let the fame go to my head, by any means. But, there had always been a slight awe about me (Not trying to sound cocky.) I had simply been a popular person since birth. I had always been surrounded by people who adored me, so meeting the odd person who didn't eventually come to like me sort of intrigued me.
She was a chase, and while Austin Moon rarely chased girls, maybe she was worth it. But, just for friendship. I didn't want or need an actual relationship with anyone right now. Both for safety of both parties involved, and because I didn't want to piss off our fans. I had a feeling they'd gradually come to accept it, but sometimes they were the most stubborn of all, and they enjoyed making a big deal out of nothing.
However, I also wasn't going to wait around forever for her. If she didn't forgive me soon, I'd leave her alone, if that was what she wanted. I wasn't going to try to force my way into her life, or change how she thought of me if she was going to be stubborn, which I was almost positive she would be. Ally, from what I had learned over the course of a week, was that she hated admitting when she was wrong, and she was quite possibly the most stubborn person I'd ever met, aside from myself.
You hear that, Ally? Austin ain't waiting around for yo ass, so you might want to hop to it. Otherwise, I'm worried this story won't make it very far! Sorry guys, I was bored, so I decided to write a.. Filler chapter? It's more for the purpose of giving you some insight into Austin's crazy mind, and also, to give you some information on The Great Escape. Like it or not, they are important in the story, give or take. Especially later. I love you all! The next chapter will be better, I promise.
What say you? Are you guys team Austin, or team Ally?