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Ally's POV:
I suppose that right now is the right time to start to panic. Austin is going to pick me up in the morning, and that's when my life will change.
I'm staring at my still empty suitcase, trying to remember what I was supposed to bring. I don't know how much of anything to pack. How long are we going to be gone anyway, days, weeks, or months? I sigh and throw in as much clothes as possible, along with everything else I could think of. I suddenly am feeling, nervous, and anxious. I'm nervous about everything, like what to wear for pajamas around Austin, and this and that. And I'm just anxious to get there, to run away with him.
I know that sleep isn't an option tonight. We're leaving around 3 A.M, since we have to leave extra early before our father's wake up for work. I wonder how long it's going to take for them to figure out I'm gone. I did the whole pillow's under the blanket thing that's supposed to be my body lying there, but I'm pretty sure that really only works in the movies. But it's worth a shot.
I walk around my room, stopping sometimes to look out the window. Thinking that Austin's car might be out there, waiting. But that isn't going to happen for another hour. I just can't help myself.
I wonder what this place looks like, the cabin and all. It's near a lake, which is pretty neat. But I can't help thinking of all these questions; like, how many bedrooms are there, and are we going to have to sleep next to each other? But I have a feeling if I were to ask Austin that, it'd come out, "Am I going to have to sleep with you?" And then he'll think that I think he's just bringing me there to take advantage of me and then it'd be awkward. I'm just not good at talking at all when I'm nervous. So I guess I'll just stick with no questions.
Austin's POV:
It's almost time to pick Ally up. I make sure I have everything; suitcase, food, condoms… just kidding. And mentally slap myself in the face. Okay, so suitcase, food, and pillows and blankets, since there is none there.
I search around my room one more time and then head downstairs. I get into my car quietly and start it. I'm actually pretty happy that my car doesn't make much noise. I keep the lights off until I pull out onto the road. And now I head towards Ally's house. I'm pretty tired, I haven't gotten much sleep and I'm kind of regretting that now. The ride isn't going to be too well.
When I pick Ally up, she gets in the front seat and throws her luggage in the back, a better idea than to open more doors and make more unnecessary noise. We don't say much for the first few hours, until we stop at a gas station and grab some snacks.
She starts talking and acting like herself, which I am thankful for. I love the bright and happy Ally, it's the best. It makes me really happy to see her happy. And that's all I want for her. I hope that she's happy with this decision, and not just pretending.
We're about an hour away when I decide, maybe I should ask her. I mean I could still turn around, even though it'd be five hours of more driving, and I probably wouldn't be able to handle that. So I'm going to hope for a good answer.
"Ally, you're not having second thoughts are you?" I ask her. I'm too busy focusing on the road to see her face, her reaction to my question. I can feel her looking at me and she says, "None."
I can tell she's being truthful, and a small smile comes across my face. I'm glad that she is happy about this, and that she wants to be with me. I have to tell her I love her, I have to. But it has to be at the right moment. And that moment hasn't happened yet.
Ally's POV:
After a ride that seemed like it went on for a century, we're finally here. The place is breathtaking; a beautiful cabin and the lake not far behind it. Flower's everywhere, and beautiful pine trees. I could just stand in the driveway and stare at it for the rest of my life, breathe in all the smells. It's almost like a picture you'd see on a postcard.
When I get out of the car, I don't take my eyes off of the lake. I can hear Austin getting our suitcases out of the trunk, and the back seat. He walks over to me and I turn to him. He sets down our stuff and reaches his arms out and I walk into his embrace. It's warm, and comforting. He also smells so good; I can't help but inhale his scent, and make it pretty obvious.
When we pull away, he leans in and kisses me. We stand there, kissing for a few minutes, and then I'm too out of breath to continue. He smiles at me while I take in a deep breath, "Let's go into our new home." He says, and winks at me.
My heart feels weird when he says new home. A part of me likes it, the feeling of being alone with him, and a part of me feels weird about what could be going on at my real home. What's going to happen if we get caught? I shake off the feelings quick. I should just enjoy the time we have together.
The place is very plain and dusty inside. I know that I'll be outside most of the time for sure. I look around the house and go towards the bedrooms… I mean bedroom. Yeah, that's right, one bedroom. But hey, I'm not complaining.
"There's only one bed." He sighs.
Why is he sighing? Is it a terrible thing that he'll have to share a bed with me? Do I smell bad or something? "Why do you sound disappointed?" I ask.
His face turns to panic, "Oh, I'm not. I just didn't know if you'd be upset about it. Like think I planned this on purpose. I don't want you to be uncomfortable."
"I don't mind." I say with a smile.
He smiles too, and runs up to me and picks me up, "Want a replay of the pool?" And I don't understand what he means, but now I do. He's going to throw me in the lake. But this time I don't fight back, because I've been aching to go in since I got here.
He runs with me outside but then he puts me down on the deck. He looks at me oddly, and I raise my eyebrow, "What?" I ask.
"Well, I mean we're already rebels, running away and all. Want to do something else crazy?" He asks.
"Like what?" I say. He smiles, "Skinny dipping." My mouth drops open.