Ally's POV
"Trish? Dez? What did you want to see me and Austin for?" I ask. In the room, Trent is sitting in a wooden chair, while Trish and Dez are standing up, having pretty livid looks on their faces.
"Hey Austin. Hey Ally," Trent greets us.
"Don't you 'hey' them T-Lame." Dez snaps at him. Wow, I've never really seen Dez snap at anyone before.
"What do you mean?" questions Austin.
"T-Lame here," Trish starts. "Needs to be taught a lesson."
"Hey!" Trent reacts. "It's T-Fame!"
"Shut it!" Trish yells. Okay, something is seriously wrong. And obviously, has to do with Trent. What did her do? "Let me tell them the story!"
"That doesn't mean they'll believe it," 'T-Lame' retorts.
Dez scoffs. "Puh-lease. Austin and Ally will believe us. And they'll agree with us on your little punishment." Whoa…punishment?
"Whatever." He tries brushing it off. "Not like I care."
My best friend sighs. "Alright, this is how it all went down. Dez and I were walking down the hallway to grab a bite to eat when we overheard Trent on the phone…"
One Hour Earlier
"Come on, you want to get something to eat Dez?" Trish asks.
"Yeah, sure!" Dez exclaims.
Trish and Dez walk through the hotel hallways pass their rooms.
Then, a voice was heard from Trent's room. "Trust me; this plan is totally going to work!" This had captured both Trish's and Dez's attention.
"Who's that?" Dez whispers.
Trish whispers back, "I don't know. Wanna find out?"
The two put on evil grins and press their ears against the door.
"This plan is full proof," the speaker says. "I'll finally be able to get my revenge."
Silence settles in the air for a few seconds. The person is talking to someone on the phone.
"Don't worry Dex; I won't hurt Dez. It's Austin I'm mostly after."
Trish and Dez share confused looks at the mention of the names. But the realization soon comes to them from the indication of Dex.
The caller is Trent.
"Once Austin and Ally are out of the way, I will fully have the spotlight. There's no stopping me." Trent happens to sing the next part. "Because I got it too."
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Trish put on a smile for show. "Hey Trent," she says. "You mind if we come in?"
"Um yeah, sure." Trent moves aside politely to let Dez and Trish in.
Dez closes the door, and Trish removes her kind smile.
"Alright Trent," she began. "We heard your little phone call with Dex. What exactly is this plan of yours?"
"Plan? What plan?" Trent is also an amazing actor, but neither the tall redhead nor short Latina buys it. They knew he was up to something.
"Oh don't try to pull anything on us. We know you're after Austin and Ally. Now tell us!"
"No!" Trent yells. "Never! You will know nothing."
"Oh, really," Dez tells.
"How about we call Dex right now?" Trish grabs the phone from Trent, tossing it to Dez. He holds it up high, and being taller than Trent, it is out of reach for him.
"Here," Dez runs to the window and opens it. Trish grabs a hold of their foe and holds him down in a wooden chair. "If you don't tell us what it is, I'll drop your phone out the window."
"I'm not telling you anything," T-Lame says through his teeth.
"Okay, fine by me." Making it look like he's about to drop it, Trent's eyes widen.
"No, wait! Stop!" demands T-Lame.
"You going to tell us now?" Trish makes her grip even harder on his shoulders.
"Fine! Just, just give me my phone!"
"No," protests Dez. "Tell us first."
Trent mutters a curse to himself, in defeat. He looks down and starts to speak, but softly. "The plan is to…to…"
"To what!" the Latina screams at him.
"To ruin the concerts! That's what!" T-Lame yells back. But, he's not finished with his outrage yet, to the surprise of the duo. "That's right! I messed up the lighting system! I messed up the sound system! I made Austin lose his voice! I made him lose fans!"
The pair standing in front of the boy in the wooden chair gave horrified looks of shock, almost looking in disbelief.
"It all makes sense now," Dez realizes.
"Yeah, so go ahead. Rat me out to my uncle." Trent sneers. "Decide my fate."
"No." Trish speaks.
"Trish, what do you mean 'no'?" Dez asks confused.
"We have to tell Austin and Ally first."
"Oh, yeah. Bringing the whole gang now, huh?" intrudes T-Lame.
"Shut up!" shouts Trish and Dez.
"Wow, touchy aren't we now?" Dez and Trish ignore his insults and annoyance.
"Austin and Ally need to know first Dez." Trish decides. "Here, I'll call Ally right now." She pulls out her cell phone and goes onto speed dial to call Ally.
Trent glares at the two watching him on the chair, giving both the 'evil eye'.
"Hey, Ally?" says Trish on the phone. "You need to come back to the hotel right now." Silence passes for a couple quick seconds. "Just come back. It's important." She then hangs up the phone.
"They're on their way right now," the Latina announces. "And now that they're coming, let's decide on your 'little' punishment."
"You're not the boss of me!" protests Trent.
"Oh, really? And you are?" the redheaded boy gets into his face. Trish was surprised to see this side of Dez, a side that not many people get to see. "I think he should go home."
"Sure, I'll go home alright," Trent retorts sarcastically. "Don't forget to send me the postcards!" Dez still looks pretty furious, but pulls away, letting it go.
"Trish? Dez? What did you want to see me and Austin for?" a voice opening the door said.
Present
I wasn't exactly sure how to react, to all of the news. In memory, we gave Trent a second, and even a third chance. And now, he's blown off all three. There's no reversing his mistakes. Personally, I agree with what could be Trent's punishment for all of this. He needs to go home. Who knows what he'll do if he stays?
The door creaks open slowly to reveal the one and only, Jimmy Starr. "Oh, you're all in here," he says. "I just need to grab something in my suitcase." Jimmy casually walks over to his suitcase grabbing whatever it is he needs.
Looking over to Trish, Dez, Austin, and Trent, I think to myself, "Should we tell Jimmy about this now?" No one speaks up of the topic we just talked about, so I decide to take that stand.
"Jimmy?" I ask just before he puts his hand on the door knob. Glancing back at my friends, I see a somewhat shocked look on Austin, a bit of a blank stare from Dez, and an unsure expression on Trish's face. Trent just stares as if he's about to receive the death penalty from the judge.
"Yes?" Jimmy responds.
"Can we talk to you about something?"
Mr. Starr checks his watch and says, "Yeah, let's try to make it quick though."
So, all of us told him the story of what had happened. Except for Trent of course; he stayed silent the entire time. The guilt though, is obviously seen in his eyes. During the explanation, Jimmy gives pressuring looks of both disappointment and disbelief. Sitting in a chair, he switches positions every now and then, checks his watch, and at one point, fixes his glasses.
When we're all done with the story, Jimmy stands up, and all he says, "I believe you."
"What?" Trent replies in shock.
"I know they're not lying," Mr. Starr answers.
"How?" questions Trent again.
"Well, I was originally going to be a lawyer, and was trained to be able to tell if someone was lying or not, but then I realized that I wanted to instead be what I am now. But Trent, I know none of them are lying; I can easily tell they're not. I'm sorry, but I think you need to go home." He looks at us, basically saying that we could go now.
I, Austin, Dez, and Trish exit the room, going separate ways. Trish and I head to our room, while Austin and Dez head to theirs. None of us say a word to each other as we go inside. I guess I'm a little surprised by Jimmy's reaction; I thought he'd be more supportive of Trent, and not us.
Getting out of my blue dress, and into a pair of pajamas, I slip into my bed and the pull the covers over my head. A lot has happened tonight and I suppose I must be really tired. I've explored London, went out to dinner with Austin, kissed him, heard about Trent, and now there's the chance of him going home. Not that I would regret his punishment or anything though.
Closing my eyes, I attempt at being able to fall asleep, and it's not Trent who's on my mind, it's Austin. I know, not much of a surprise. But I can't seem to get him off of mind now. Things are different now that we've kissed. Does this mean he could like me? Ugh, why must love be so complicated? Unable to take it anymore, even though it's a little past midnight; I call out, "Trish? Are you awake?"
"Ally? Yeah, I'm awake. Why are you still up?" I uncover the bed sheets to see Trish in the other bed in the room, texting away on her phone.
"We need to talk."
"What about? Trish locks her phone and puts it on the brown nightstand next to the alarm clock.
"About Austin," I let out. Biting my bottom lip, I'm not exactly sure to how my best friend will react of what I'll tell her.
"Oh, right. How was your uh, date?"
I feel myself blush bright red, glad that Trish isn't able to see my face. "It-it wasn't a d-date," I try to brush off, but my voice comes out high pitched.
"Oh, please, Ally. You're not fooling me. But, tell me anyway."
I give in, unsure of what else to say or do. I tell Trish of how Austin picked me up to go on the tour bus. I tell her of the exploration around London. I tell her of how that waitress mistook Austin and me as a couple. I tell Trish of how we both enjoyed our Gourmet Burgers together. I tell her of how it Austin took off his coat and put it on me, how it started to rain, and how we kissed. That sweet and romantic kiss of ours. Something so magical, that I'm almost unable to describe in words.
"Aw," Trish finally says.
"Yeah," I say back.
"Well, what now? Are you and Austin dating?"
"Well, no," I reveal. It kind of disappoints me that Austin and I are still just friends at the moment, but then again, we didn't have much time to talk about our relationship because of the whole Trent incident. "We haven't really been able to talk about it since you called me earlier."
"Oh, sorry," she apologizes.
"Don't worry about it. Trent was more important to worry about anyway."
"Alright, but what do you think is going to happen now?"
"I don't know," I answer honestly. "But I guess we'll find out tomorrow. It's just that I can't sleep. And it's all because of Austin."
"Austin," Trish repeats.
"Yeah, that's what I said."
"I know," goofs Trish. "Can I ask you a few questions?"
"Um, sure?" I somewhat accept.
"Okay, you and Austin have been partners for a couple years now, right?"
"Yeah."
"And you've become super close friends, right?"
"Yeah?" I start to get a little suspicious, and start getting curious of what Trish is up to.
"Austin's said before that you're more important than his career, right?"
"Oh, uh, yeah…"
"Just tonight, you and Austin went out to dinner in London, right?"
"Yeah."
"And you and Austin kissed tonight, right?"
"Yeah…" Seriously, what's the point of all this?
"So, you and Austin are not dating, right?"
"Yeah," I snap. "But I'm pretty sure you already knew that though." Now I am getting really annoyed.
"But you love Austin, right?"
"Yes! Okay?! Are you done with the questions now?" Trish doesn't answer me, but instead in the faintest of light, she smiles. Then, I realize what she made me say. "Wait a minute…"
"Yup! I knew all along, you know. I just wanted you to admit it yourself."
"Oh," is all I say. I start to stare at the floor, thinking about what I've said.g
I love Austin.
The question now is would Austin love me back? The answer right now, remains a mystery.
"Hey Trish," I say. "Do you think that –" I look up at Trish, but see that she's fallen asleep. "I'll just ask her some other time," I tell myself.
This tour has really been something.
So...how about that? Trent's been caught, and Trish has made Ally admit that she loves Austin. :) It sure is something, isn't it?