Hey! Sorry I took so long just to produce a bad chapter. I'm just not feeling this story right now, and it's probably been because I've gone on a Percy Jackson rampage. Sorry. I don't know how soon I can update again, but it probably won't be for a while. I'm gonna go yell into my pillow right now about stupid Nico, so please enjoy this chapter!
Ally's P.O.V.
Ally woke up to blinding sunlight, and 57 new texts from Austin.
She deleted all of them.
She rubbed her eyes, and looked around her messy room. Trish was gone, and instead there was a note. Apparently Trish had to go to work, so she could get fired. Typical.
After picking up the clothes in her room, and sliding into some sweats and a tank, she put her hair into a messy bun, and went downstairs for breakfast. She opened the pantry doors to see flour, sugar and some other snack food. She could make pancakes... but that reminded her too much of Austin. Oh Austin...
She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. No more Austin. Her Austin was gone, replaced with that bratty jerk with a large ego. She pulled the milk out of the fridge, and poured herself a glass as she decided to make a phone call.
She sat on the counter as it rang once. Twice. Three times. The caller on the other end finally picked up.
"'Ello?"
"Mary?" Ally smiled at hearing the woman's voice. "It's Ally. I just wanted to apologize. I'm not feeling well, and I can't come in today."
"Oh, no problem dearie. I'll get Mardy to cover your shift."
"What about Austin?" She tried not to stumble over his name.
"Oh, he got badly burnt at the beach yesterday. He came back all red. I told him to have the day off."
"How... sweet," Ally said through gritted teeth. "I have to go. See you Monday."
"Bye Ally."
She had to bite her tongue in order not to scream at the blond. Why was he so... ugh! She couldn't even describe it. Luckily, her phone rang before she did anything that she might have regretted.
"Hey Ally!"
Her face flushed with relief at her father's voice. "Hey daddy! How are you?"
"Excellent. What have you been up too?"
"Nothing much," Ally shrugged even though her father couldn't see her. She walked over to her pantry, and got out the jar of peanut butter, as well as a rather large spoon. She went back to her seat on the counter. "Work as usual."
Her father scoffed. "Figures. Which is why I talked to some old friends of mine, and they agreed to have you come for dinner tonight. And Sunday. They offered for Saturday too, but I figured that you'd probably have plans to some party or something."
"Oh yeah dad," Ally rolled her eyes, scooping out a gracious hunk of peanut butter and putting it into her mouth. "I'm totally going to a party this Saturday."
Not catching her sarcasm, he said, "That's great honey! Just what I wanted to hear." Ally rolled her eyes.
"Anyhoo, who is it?" Ally licked the spoon before grabbing another scoop. She ate that one just as fast.
"My old High School buddy Mike and his family. I think they have a kid around your age."
"Woo-hoo." She said unthusiastically in to the phone.
"The dinner's at six, but they said to come around as early as four. I hope you have FUN this weekend," Her father said. "Love you."
"Love you too dad. And thanks."
"Anytime," Her father sang into the phone, believeing that he had just solved his daughter's social problems. Ally hung up and looked at the clock. Her eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. It was two in the afternoon already!
She sighed and walked into her father's den. She went to his contact book, and flipped through till she saw the name Mike. She quickly jotted down his address, before running upstairs to th shower.
The water rushed over her body, and before she realized it, she started singing.
This is a state of grace
This is the worthwhile fight
Love is a ruthless game
Unless you play it good and right
These are the hands of fate
You're my Achilles heel
This is the golden age of something good and right and real
She shut off the water with alot more force than necessary. Stupid, stupid Austin. She grabbed her towel and started to wring out her hair. Yeah, he was her achilles heel, until her sliced it. And now she couldn't walk again. Love definitely was a ruthless game. It took your heart, tortured it, and then squashed all it's hopes.
She went to her closet to pick out an appropiate outfit for dinner. Not knowing the family, she was going to have to guess as to what she needed to wear. After half an hour of holding dresses up to her body, and not finding anything suitable, she settled for comfy pants. She pulled on her dark purple skinny jeans and a big, some-what ratty, but really comfy, black sweater. It hung off one of her shoulders because it was so big, but she was wearing a purple bra, so it looked like an appropiate outfit.
She walked to her vanity, and stared at her reflection. Black bags rimmed her eyes. She sighed and pulled out her foreign make up kit. She applied some concealor and blush, making her look at least a little bit more lively than the dead. Deciding that she might as well make a good impression on the family, she caved in and took out her eyeliner. After several futile attempts, she had perfect cat eyes, and the mascara lengthed her eyelashes. She finished with a touch of gloss.
She curled her hair into tight ringlets, then pulled the front back. Satisfied with her reflection, she went to her bed. It was only three thirty, so she pulled out her journal.
Dear Diary,
I'm an idiot. Actually, I don't think that there's an adjective that can describe me. He back stabbed me. He backstabbed the Littles. I just don't know what to do. I want to hate him, and do, don't get me wrong, but I can't stop thinking about him. It hurts alot more than I thought it would have. Like, I''ve been preparing myself for this forever, yet now that it's here, I feel so lost.
She sighed and shut her diary, unable to convey how she felt through words. She picked up her old acoustic, and strummed a couple of chords.
Fool that I am
For falling in love with you
And fool that I am
For thinking you loved me too
You took my heart
Then played the part of little coquette
And my dreams just disappeared
Like the smoke from a cigarette
Fool that I am
For hoping you'd understand
And thinking you would listen to all of the things
The things I had planned
But we couldn't see eye to eye
So darling Darling
Darling this is goodbye
Oh I still care
Fool that I am
Ooh I still care
Fool that I am
It was more jazzy than her usual style, but she still loved it nonetheless. She put down her guitar, and grabbed her bag and her book when she saw the time. The address was just a few streets down, so she slipped into some old converse and made her way down the streets.
She found the right number, and walked slowly up the steps. She paused, then knocked loudly on the door. She could hear the sound of little kids running - boy, did she know that sound well - And the sound of a lady hushing them. She smiled ever so slightly. A woman opened the door, in her mid-forties, with long blonde curls and warm brown eyes. She smiled at Ally.
"You must be Ally! Come in, come in! I'm Mimi. I was good friends with your father back in the day."
Ally stepped inside. Stwo little girls came running up to their mother. One seemed to be about six, the other no more than two. They both had blonde hair and brown eyes.
"This is Annalei," She gestured to the older girl, "And this is Annabeth."
"Hello girls!" Ally hugged them. "My name's Ally."
"Come on. Dinner's at five. My husband took my son out around town because he was feeling a bit down today. They should be back around five, just in time for supper."
"Sounds good," Ally follwed the preppy lady into the living room. The scent of homemade pizza reached her nose, and her mouth watered.
"Smells delectable," Ally sighed. Mim laughed.
"Good. I wasn't sure what you liked, so I went with the classic American dinner."
They chatted for a bit, and Ally found that she really liked Mimi and the girls. She laughed for the first time in what felt like ages. She heard the front door open, and assumed that it was Mike and their son. Ally turned around, a smile on her face to greet them. Mike came around the corner first. He had gray hair but warm brown eyes like the rest of his family. He smiled at Ally, but her smile died as the last person she expected walked around the corner. He stared at her in shock.
Her veins buzzed as he got over his shock first.
"Ally?" Austin asked.
