Cliiiiiff Hanger, hanging from a cliiiiiff. And that's why he's called Cliff Hangerrrrrrr
Alright, guys, so beginning in this chapter, there's going to be some drama and scenes in a hospital. I apologize for the end of this chapter since it's a bit freaky.
We are getting close to knowing the boys' secrets but when we do know, THE STORY IS NOT OVER! I still have 2 more story arks to write before it's over. From this point, I can GUARANTEE 10 more chapters.
13 reviews for the next chapter, please? I've already started writing it.
CHAPTER 20: Conspiracies
So, another morning at Sonic Boom...as always... Trish and I were talking about who knows what (we're girls, we don't make sense) when a (very) familiar voice comes up.
"Gooooood morning, Doll-face."
Ahhh, 'Nathan'.
He stands beside Trish on the outside of the counter. Alright, interesting appearance... Not the hand behind his back, no, but the red cotton windbreaker jacket, white v-neck muscle cut shirt, slightly worn but mostly new blue jeans, very simple black engineer boots {1}, and a brown fedora. I don't even know how I noticed all those thing, let alone identified them, let alone in that detail.
"Um... Hello, 'Nathan'."
He smiles wider, "Here," his hand comes out from hiding, revealing a flower, "I picked this for you."
"Oh," I take it from his hand, "Thankyou!"
He blushes lightly, "Don't sweat it."
I study the flower. It's purple, possibly in the asteraceae family, but the petals turn in on themselves lengthwise and that's throwing me off.
'Nathan' rubs the back of his neck, "It's a purple spoon cape daisy. They're native to Africa but I guess they like the Miami heat {2} since I picked it from a patch outside."
"Oh!" 'So I was right!' "You know, these look really cool!"
"Umm...Oh! Oh yeah! Cool! You know, I could show you where I found them..." he takes off his fedora to set it on the counter and comb the side of his hair. His BROWN and GREEN hair.
Obviously, I stare at him a little shocked.
"Ally, what's wrong?"
"Uhhhh..."
"Ally, baby {3a}, what's wrong?"
"Yo...Your h...h-h-hair..."
"Whaaat's wrong with it?"
"W-W-W-Well, first off all, it's brown!"
"Ally, it's always brown. I'm a brunette. Like you."
"It is?! Is it always green?!"
"WHAT?!" his eyes widen and finally he gets it!
He looks around like he's trying to find something. I point towards the bathroom and he goes racing. Trish and I follow and catch up with him staring horrified in the mirror.
"Gee, what happened? It wasn't green this morning..."
"'This morning'?"
He looks at me through the mirror, "Well, yes. I used a mirror to gel my hair."
"'Gel...your hair'?" Austin doesn't gel his hair.
I don't know how I know that...
He likes to tell me things.
Un...necessary things.
"Well, yes. How else would I get it to look like this?"
"Umm...I honestly don't know how to answer that."
He turns back to examining his hair, "How did this even happen? I know that they've been experimenting with hair dye but I didn't know you could get the colors this bright. This is almost neon green..."
"Uhhh…"
"Hey guys-ohhhhh…" Dez walks up to us but stops as he sees 'Nathan'. "Dude, your hair is green."
'Nathan' turns to face him, "Thankyou, Dez, I noticed."
Wow, 'Nathan's sarcastic.
Wow, I weirdly like that.
Like, very weirdly.
What…?
That made absolutely no sense, I take that back.
'Nathan's voice snaps me out of my confusing thoughts and to reality. He's looking back at the mirror, "Uh, cat {3b} and chicks {3c}, do you know if there's a way to get this out? My old lady's {3d} gonna kill me if she finds out I dyed my hair," he winces and swallows with his next sentence, "Even if this costs anywhere around how much I think it did. Gee, I'm in so much trouble…"
Awwww, poor guy…
"Uh, yeah, there is," I tell him.
He faces me, "Really?"
"Yeah, it's pretty easy. And doesn't cost too much."
He looks at me thankfully, "Oh, doll, you're a life-saver."
Before I know it, I'm in a hug.
"Wow, you're really worried about this, aren't you?" I ask him, slightly hushed.
He nods. He pulls away and I see the fear, concern, and, of course, worry on his brow and in his eyes. It's gone quickly, though, allowing only me to see how he's truly feeling.
He takes a deep breath before speaking, "Righto {3e}, wanna show me, doll?"
"Yeah, come on," I hold a hand out to him.
He looks down at it, then at me, hesitant, scared. Something. I give him a small smile of comfort to match my hand. He smiles wider, truly looking happy again instead of faking it, and sets his hand in mine, making them dip.
I smile bigger and pull him out of Sonic Boom.
"W-W-Where am—m IIIIII?!" he just suddenly asked. We were all on our way to the salon to get Austin's hair back to blond when…it happened. He looks over at me, "Al-l-l-l-l-ly. Wh-h-haaa—t h-haaaappen—ed?" he looks us over, "A-a-and w-whyyy ar-re y-y-youuuu all-l-l-l i-i-in dif-f-fere—ent c-c-cloth-th-thes? Di-i-i-i-id IIIIIIIIIIIII ha-a-avvvve an-notherrrr bla-a-ac—k ouuut—t? {4a}"
"'A…black out'?" 'Did I hear him right?'
He looks at me again, "Al-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-ly, wh-h-h-haaaat-t hap-p-p-pen—ed? Laaaaaa—st I-I-I-I-I reeeeemem—ber IIIIIIIII wa-a-a-as puuuuun—ched un-un-unc-c-c-conscioussssss. {4b}"
"Wait, 'Mi—'?"
"Oh, that was my mom," Dez interrupts, holding his cell phone, "She said I need to come back home and get the frogs out of the house. Help me?" he looks and points directly at 'Mika'.
It has to be him.
"Bu-u-ut-t— {4c}"
Dez mutters something that I couldn't quite make out but sounded like 'We'll come back later'.
'Mika' silently gives in and starts to walk forward when his hand pulls on mine.
Yes, they're still interlocked.
He slowly looks down at his, our, hands and his eyes widen and intensely stare.
I slowly and carefully remove my hand since he's pretty much petrified.
I'm getting there, too.
"Alright," Dez leads 'Mika' out carefully.
"Well, I guess we're heading back to Sonic Boom," I tell Trish.
"Eh, just as well, I guess. I didn't tell your dad we were leaving."
"Wha—Trish!"
She shrugs and I find myself mentally agreeing with her.
"Alright, I can't be the only one who's noticed how strange Austin has been acting," Trish starts up. We went to lunch after I had apologized to my dad and worked a couple hours. "I mean, switching personalities so suddenly like that."
"It's called acting, Trish," I tell her, sitting down in my metal food court chair and taking a sip of my soda.
Mmmm…Sprite.
"No, but really suddenly and the memory blanks..."
"…It's called really good acting?" I try, taking another sip.
"Ally, come on. What's happened these past few days?"
I take a sip.
She continues, "Well, you had a study date with Austin—"
"It was not a date!"
"Suurrreee…"
"It wasn't!"
"Whatever. Anyway, you two watched that nerdy travel show with a telephone booth you keep going on about—"
"It's called Doctor Who, it's space-and-time travel, and it's a police box, not a telephone booth!"
"What's the difference?"
"One makes calls wherever, another only calls the police and other officials."
"…OK, then we all went to do something, which he suggested because you asked him to—"
"No, I didn't! I asked everyone and he was the only one that listened and didn't argue with everything I said."
"Like you're doing now?"
I take a sip of my soda.
"Would you like to tell the story?"
Another sip.
"I thought so. Now tell me you didn't catch the part about you two doing something in his second idea."
He did…?
"…And he would have finished what he had mind for you and him if he hadn't got punched."
I wince around my straw.
"Then 'Drake' only stopped pounding on that jerk when you told him to stop. He only responded to you. We were talking to him before that and nothing. But you talk, he can suddenly hear. And then when you mentioned your past relations with the jerk, 'Drake' started acting like an attack dog: protective, growling…He even tried to get a go at him again. And that speech on why the jerk's a jerk didn't feel like just a duty to a friend. I don't think he wanted that jerk near you. I think you're important to him."
I want to make on a comment on how she keeps referring to Biff as 'jerk' but I just drink my soda.
"And he way he crumbled. And that hug…I couldn't see his face, but he was enjoying it."
'How do you know if you couldn't see his face?'
"And I know because he did that thing where he puts his head on top of yours."
'Woah…It's like she read my mind…'
"H-H-How'd you know he does that?" I ask her. The only times he's done it is when we're alone (by 'alone' I mean without Trish, Dez, my dad, or his parents. He doesn't do it around them but it's still public a lot of times. No less than 85% of the time, I'd say).
"Ally, when that happens, you both sorta zone out."
'We do?'
"Yes, you do. And when he does that, he looks like he's on Cloud 9. Cloud 9, Ally. You take him to Cloud 9. So, yes, he enjoyed it. Then when you said that we should head to his house to get the bloody nose cleaned up, he waved you off saying he was fine. He didn't want you to worry and/or he didn't want to seem weak in front of you. He wanted to seem strong and manly and macho to you. 'I have a bloody nose and I don't care! What else you got, world?' That sort of thing."
'I don't think that's how guys think...'
"Then you guided him the entire walk to his house. Other girls came up and asked if he was OK, all flirty and everything, girls in tank tops and daisy dukes, all over him, and he waved off each and every one without so much as a glance. You might think, 'Maybe he doesn't like girls who dress so revealing' but some of those girls dressed just as modestly as you and still, you were the only girl on his mind. He never let you leave his side... Only let you lead him, and pretty much touch him, and I know since I tried to help and he moved. Then you got the house...and you two went up to the bathroom alone... Now, considering the circumstances and who we're dealing with, I'd say there was some flirting, some blushing, a weirdly sincere moment, 'Drake' winking, maybe he softly yet breathily whispered in your ear, he pushed your comfort zone a bit. Actually, that one I'm positive about since you ran out of the house, grabbed me, and wouldn't tell me what happened until I agreed to a sleepover, got my stuff, and was settled at your house. And what about that moment with 'Leroy' later that night. If that stupid guy wouldn't have interrupted you and you would've gotten two more minutes, you two would've been locking lips."
'Nuh-uh! So not true!'
"Then when we got back to your house..." she trails off, her eyebrows raised, "Ally, he was all over you. I don't think he stopped flirting with you for half an hour. And, oh man, that comment on your PJ's... 'If I'm a boy who loves music, then do you love me?' Girl, his feelings for you were screaming you in the face right then. I don't know if he could be any more obvious, minus just saying 'I love you'. The next day, 'Drake' sought you out because he was upset you didn't kiss. A guy like that wouldn't care that much about one little kiss when he has dozens of other girls to kiss. Yeah, maybe he was worried about his record and couldn't bear to let one girl get away, and I suppose that could go for him freaking out about you two being just friends but Ally…" her voice turns desperate, "The night before, a few measly hours before, he flirted with you for half an hour! I bet he stayed up that night, thinking about you. Probably even dreamed about you… Which leads me to today, since I don't think that was just a fluke, let's start with the obvious first: The hair. The brown hair, the green hair was probably to just stand out and direct your attention up there, but the brown. A little desperate, if you ask me, but then again, you're very oblivious to his affections, I could understand him having to do something drastic —"
I make myself put down my soda (which is already half gone) to interrupt her, "Wait, why is just the brown desperate? Why not both? If we follow your theory on why he dyed his hair, both are super drastic from his usual blond hair, I'd notice both."
"Well, yes, but the brown has meaning with it. The streak would, too, if it was red since that's your favorite color, but the brown...Ally, he made himself a brunette for you."
"I'm still not getting the significance."
"You have a thing for brunettes! Look at your past crushes: Elliot, Dallas, Ethan... {5}" she counts them off on her fingers.
"Well, studies show that you're more attracted to people of your same hair color."
"Yes, but Ally, you've never liked anyone who didn't have brown hair. None in your big crushes, your small crushes, the boys you liked when you were a kid, your celebrity crushes, your character crushes, your book crushes. You stop being attracted to a guy once he doesn't have brown hair. I know, 'cause that happened. You won't admit it but I know you're more attracted to those guys that play Fred and George in Harry Potter—"
"James and Oliver Phelps," I offer, since that is their names.
"You're lucky I got the characters. You're more attracted to them with their natural brown hair, but if you ask me, they look a lot cuter with the ginger hair."
'Does she realize Dez is a ginger, too…?'
"I-I-I-I don't like dyed hair, that's all."
"Then why did you dye yours?"
I look down at my hair and see the dip-dyed color.
"W-W-Well, now I sound really shallow."
"In this case, you kinda are."
"You're a great best friend, you know that?"
"Hey, I call it like it is. And that's how it is. I mean, it's subconscious, so not nearly as bad, but your subconscious is shallow. You should work on that," he pops a fry into her mouth.
"I'll try…" I tell her, sarcastically. How would I do that? It's my subconscious. It's sub-conscious! Below my conscious!
"Anyway, maybe he just got fed up with it and decided to see if you really didn't like him or just didn't like his hair color and dyed his hair. On the bright side, he picked a nice color. You would think that it would clash with his complexion, but it actually looks pretty good."
She's right, it does look good… It's kinda a chocolate color. I love chocolate. Oh my gosh, those brownies Austin made me… I never knew he was such a good cook! Well, baker, but still!
Oh no, I'm associating Austin with chocolate. That's not good.
And it started with the hair...
"...Am I really that shallow?"
"Oh my gosh, Ally, stop living in the past! You weren't even listening to me?"
"Whaaaaaat? Yes, I was…" 'She was talking?'
"Really? What was I talking about?"
'Oh crap! Context, Ally, context!' "You were talking about Austin liking me…" I start slowly and cautiously, "and were continuing to analyze our encounter this morning…"
"Ally, while that may be right, I know you weren't listening. And your price for not listening is to tell me what you were thinking about…"
"You just want to know. And wipe that smirk off your face, it wasn't what you're thinking."
"Really, it wasn't about how attractive a used-to-be-blond-now-brunette looks?"
"No!"
"But it was about him and his brown hair, huh?"
"...No."
"Ally…" her tone is warning.
I stay quiet for a few seconds, "Fine! It was!"
"I knew it!"
"But it wasn't about how attractive he is!"
"But you admit he's attractive!"
"I'm not admitting anything but must be to some woman out there since he's not gonna be single his whole life!"
"No, he won't, because you'll be with him."
"Trish!"
"What?"
I give her a look.
"Alright, a little over the line," she admits and we were fine until she continued with, "Don't want to jinx anything."
I give her a look again.
She ignores it, "So, what were thinking about?"
"I'm not telling you now."
"Ah, come on, pleeeaasse? I'll be your best friend…"
"You're already my best friend!"
"So I held up my end of the bargain, now you need to follow through."
"Wha—"
"What were you thinking about?" she presses.
"No, you're being mean and making me realize things, I don't want to invite you into my conscious."
"I don't even want to be in your mind, anyway. It's boring."
"Is not!"
"Yes, it is! Full of math, and smart things. And crafts! Who on Earth likes crafts beside scrap-bookers {6}?"
"I do!"
"Beside you!"
"Elliot!"
"Yes, and he's a dork."
"Is not! I precisely remember you thinking he was cute."
"That doesn't mean he's not a dork!"
"Well, I know you don't like 'dorks', though I have no clue who goes in your category, and you don't like crafts so made him cute?"
"His face, Ally! And his smile! Adorable!"
I blush, "Well…can't argue with that…"
"I've seen a cuter smile, though."
"Really, who?"
"Dallas…"
"Yeah…"
"And Ethan…"
"Mm-hm…"
"And the Weasley twins…"
"Oh yeah…"
"And Austin…"
"Totally!"
"Ah-ha!" she screams, making me snap to her.
"'Ah-ha' what?"
"You admitted you thought Austin was cute. His smile, at least."
"Did not!"
"Yes, you did! You said, and I quote, 'Totally!'" she repeats my voice, and though I have a vague memory of me saying that, it did not sound that dreamy! "And my prize is you tell me what you were thinking of when you weren't listening to me. That's the third time I've earned it, Ally, you gotta tell me!"
"Fine! So you'll stop making me say stuff!" I snap, exasperated. I take a deep breath to calm down, "I was thinking about what you said about the shade of brown being good for his skin color, then how it looked like chocolate—"
"Oh my gosh, it totally does!" she interrupts, "Sorry, sorry, continue."
"Anyway, then I thought of those brownies Austin made me and how delicious they were."
"He made you brownies? Why didn't I know about this? Ally, you've got to inform me of all chocolate. That's what best friends do."
"Sorry, and I kinda, uh, hoarded them, they tasted so good. You should really have him make some for you."
"Nah, he'd never make me brownies. He's trying to impress you. He's not trying to impress me. Anyway! Back on subject, to what I was saying—Actually, you do realize you're starting to associate him with chocolate, right? Something you love? …Just thought I'd point it out. Anyway! He gave you a flower today, offered to show you where it was, and I think he knows that that could've led to a possible sweet moment between you two...and I think he liked that idea. He called you 'baby', even if you don't like the pet name, it's still a term of endearment. He hugged you, pretty sweetly. You two held hands for, like, an hour—"
"It was 10 minutes, at most."
"But neither of you pulled away. 'Mika' asked you what happened, don't know how he didn't know but whatever. Austin's just going crazy. He wanted to stay...with you."
"You have no proof of that."
"True...but it makes sense… He was staring at your hands and I don't think he wanted to let go."
"Trish, he's extremely shy! He was freaked someone was touching him! Probably let alone a girl!"
"Maybe it was because it was your hand he was holding! I mean, for him, touching someone, bad. Touching a girl, worse. Touching the girl he has feelings for, worst. I mean, imagine the sparks... That'd be too much for his little socially awkward body to handle. He couldn't believe how good it felt, the rush, how perfectly your hand fits in his—"
"How would you even know that?"
"Because of course it would. What are we even talking about anymore? How'd we even start on this?"
"Well, first, right now we're talking about how you and Austin are made for each other and you're arguing with me. Second, we're talking about Austin's weird behavior. Freckles has taken this movie thing too far! I mean, the last one was pushing it but it was OK because I was in it. But this one... It's official, Freckles' lost it! Not that he had much before. And he's dragged your boyfriend down with him."
"He's no—" I shout , then lower my voice to lower volume as I realize people are around, "He's not my boyfriend, Trish. I don't even know if I want him to be."
"Oh, believe me, you do."
"You don't know that."
"Yes, I do."
"Oh, whatever. I'm tired of arguing. And you're right, Dez has gone a little crazy with the characters. Do you think he's gone crazy with power or is just really indecisive?"
"I think he's just gone crazy."
"He was crazy before."
"But not clinically crazy."
"Still, no. He would've showed signs of deteriorating."
"Hello! Where have you been these last two months?! Oh, that's right. Making googly eyes with your boyfriend."
"I was not and he's not my boyfriend!" I'm really getting upset now. We're not dating! Never have! And before two months ago when Dez started manipulating him, he had showed no sign of interest! We're just friends! Get that through your thick heads, people!
"Gosh, Ally, I'm just messing with you... No reason to get so upset... I'll stop..."
"Thankyou..." I breathe, relieved, "and sorry."
"It's OK, I just now know where your limits are. Anyway, if the problem's not Dez, maybe it's Austin."
"Austin?"
"Yeah. I mean, Dez has problems, a lot of them, but maybe this one, possibly, isn't him. He's just helping Austin cope."
"Maybe...but with what?"
"I don't know... Maybe he's going insane."
"Really?"
"I don't know. I'm not an expert on him. You know more about him than I do," She suddenly gasps, excited, then looks over at me, "Alright, you're not gonna like me saying this but I'm gonna say it anyway," she pauses and takes a deep breath, as if readying herself for what she's gonna say.
I have a bad feeling now.
"What if the reason he's been acting like he has is because he's trying to see what kind of guy you like {7a}. Awwww, that's so sweet! A little sad, but mostly sweet."
She goes on while I sit there, blushing so hard I can't talk. I finally get over it in a few seconds, "...T-Trish, tha-tha-that's..." I shake my head, "th-th-that's not it. Aus-Aus-Austin doesn't like me nearly enough for that. I'm not sure if he does, but...not that much."
She stares at me, silently, before speaking, "Boy, do I wanna smack you right now."
"Owww..."
"Alright, I'm not getting into this again since you asked me to stop, but when are you ever going to believe he has a thing for you? When he's proposing? Your wedding? Your first child is born? Seriously, girl, have some confidence. Stop rejecting the idea or think that we're messing with you. You're a beautiful, smart, funny, passionate girl. It's not absurd for a guy to like you. And a guy that spends that much time with you? Even more likely to have some sort of attraction. Come on."
We're both silent. I-I-It's just...well...
This has not been a good conversation for me.
I try to change the subject, "W-W-Well, remember how Dez hypnotized Austin into acting like a cat anytime Austin heard 'kitty cat'? M-May-Maybe Dez hypnotized him into acting like these different people {7b}."
"Maybe... But what would his trigger words be?"
"I don't know. Maybe Dez gives them to him when we're not listening."
"Maybe..."
"Well, actually..." I say before I can stop myself.
"What?"
"Nothing."
"No, you said something."
"Well, it's just... Um..." I blush but push my words out. I'm blushing a lot recently. "There was one time...at 'Travis's game that I hugged him...then he was suddenly...um..." I cough, "'Myles'."
"Oh...alright. You know, maybe it's something medical. Like maybe he's Schizophrenic {7c} or something."
"NO!" I shout. She said it joking and offhanded but no, "He's not Schizophrenic, alright?!"
"Ally—"
"He's not! Austin's fine! It's not medical! Something's just going on with him! Nothing's wrong with him! He's fine! And will be fine! It's just a phase!"
"All—"
"No! He's OK! I refuse to believe that Austin M. Moon is Schizophrenic! I know it in my soul, in my heart, and in my gut, that's not what it is!" my voice goes shrill at the end. I'm silent, wondering what just came over me. Wh...Why...?
I glance around me and notice people staring, making me shrink in my seat. Ah man... Austin's gonna kill me... And Jimmy, too. Once it gets out that I used the word 'Schizophrenic' and 'Austin Moon' in the same sentence, and that the one word was in reference to the two words... I'm dead!
Trish speaks cautiously, "Ally... I was joking."
"I know...but that's not a thing to joke about."
"You're right, I'm sorry. But Alls-ly," she changes the name in the middle of the word. That's weird. "That was an odd reaction. Do you, like, have some history with it?"
"No, not as far as I know... Believe me...it was weird to me, too."
"Alright... Then what do you think it is?"
"I don...I don't know."
"Alright... But do we both agree that it's not what Dez told us, 'cause come on, seriously?"
"Yeah, Dez was lying to us. But why?"
"Don't know."
"But that means that this is something Austin's going through and we need to be there for him. I mean... W-W-We need to support him... Or..."
"Yeah... I know."
"We should do something to support him. You know, show him we care."
"Yeah, but like what?"
"Umm... We could make him cookies! Everyone loves cookies! They just make you feel good. And there's this family recipe that I've been wanting to try out."
"That's true, cookies are good... Alright, I'm on board!" she smiles as she hits a hand on the table.
"Great!" I smile, then stand up, "Let's head over to my house and get started right away!"
"Oooooh," Trish winces.
"Don't worry, it's not too much work."
"Yeeaahh, buuuuuut—"
"Oh, just come on!"
"When will he be here?" Trish asks me, always patient. We're up in the Practice Room, waiting for Austin to show up.
"Soon enough. I texted him a few minutes ago."
Suddenly, as if reading a script {8}, he walks through the door.
"Hey!" I greet, smiling at him.
"Y-Y-Y-Y-You s-s-s-sai-id y-y-youuuu want-ed tooo seeeee me-e? {4d}"
"Yeah, Trish and I have something for you."
He looks surprised, "O-O-O-Ohhh {4e}."
I get up and walk over to our mini-fridge (which really isn't a very good name since it doesn't refrigerate anything…) and grab the cookies out.
"Yeah, Trish and I made them earlier for you," I start as I walk back to him and Trish stands and follows, "We just wanted to say we're sorry about how we've been acting, whether you know or not, and that we're here for you. No matter what."
He looks at confused, "Alllllllri-i-i-i-ight... {4f}"
I find myself continuing, "No matter what... We're here for you... Nothing will change that... No matter how har—"
"Oh, this is taking too long!" Trish shouts, grabbing a cookie and stuffing it in his mouth.
His eyes widen as he spits it out the second it makes contact with his tongue. "DEEEZ!" he screams at the top of his lungs without any stutter. I think that's the loudest I've ever heard him talk. 'Mika' or no. He runs out of there the next second. Trish and I follow in alarm and see him on the last flight of stairs. Again, we follow and are just close enough behind him that we hear him ask, more demand from, Dez, "Epi-pen!"
Dez jumps into action without a hesitation, not even much of a reaction. He pulls out a long yellow and white oval-ish stick like thing in a tube. He flips the top, pulls it out, pulls a blue cap out of the top and JAMS IT INTO HIS LEG?! WHAT?!
Things To Know:
{1} Think of James Dean in Rebel Without A Cause. That's actually where I got the clothes, except for the fedora. That's just Nathan. Actually, that's a bit like Nathan Detroit from Guys and Dolls.
{2} Yeah, there's no science behind this. I just know there's a patch in my Grandma's yard. But she doesn't live in Florida so...
{3} 1950's slang for {a} A Term of endearment {b} A guy {c} A girl {d} Mother {e} OK
{4} Mika said {a} "Where am I? Ally. What happened? And why are you in different clothes? Did I have another black out?" {b} "Ally, what happened? Last I remember I was punched conscious." {c} "But-" {d} "You said you wanted to see me?" {e} "Oh." {f} "Alright..."
{5} Anyone else notice this? Or is it just me?!
{6} I apologize that if I insulted you, scrapbookers and crafters, too. I have nothing against you and enjoy art quite a lot.
{7} These conspiracies (and calling them a "conspiracy" isn't saying they're wrong, just so we're clear) comes courtesy of readers.
{8} Haha... A (sort of) reference to The Muppet Movie. The first one, so to not confuse it with the recent The Muppets.
Disclaimer:
I do not own Austin & Ally, Nathan's clothing look, Sprite, Doctor Who, James and Oliver Phelps, Fred and George Weasley, Harry Potter, Epi-pens, anything I referenced, or anything belonging to anything I referenced.
Reviews:
-:- Reviewers who are members and should be expecting or have already gotten PMs from me -:- Randy's ViperGirl -:- K-Cat14 -:- ashuler -:- Call Moi Crazy -:- Ecuatoriana01 -:- TheDisneyGeek -:- ReAdErSfEvEr -:-
-:- Shannon -:- Haha, glad you thought so. :)8 Really? For real-sies? That makes me happy to hear that. :)8 Thankyou! Really? You think so? That means a lot to hear that! :D8 I've actually thought of that but I keep going back and forth between screenwriting and book writing. But writing definitely sounds fun! Thankyou for reading, and then for reviewing! :)8
-:- i -:- Well, I updated. That's more! Thankyou for reading and reviewing! :)8
-:- TheWeirdGuest -:- No, not really. They were different. Yes, both had a big part of it to do with romance, one was with Austin and Ally, the other with Drake and Ally. Plus, chapter 19 wasn't my best. I'm glad you liked chapter 18. Thankyou for reading and for your review! :)8
-:- Kandigirl335 -:- Thankyou! He is? What do you like most about him? Just curious... Well...Do you want me to tell you or wait to find out yourself? Yes, there is. Very soon. In a few chapters, in fact. Since I don't know how to delete reviews, I will not say if you're right or wrong. BUT you will know VERY soon. "Three Faces of Eve"? What's that? I assume some TV show or movie (or book). Oh, OK, good! :)8 Thankyou! The play is "Hello Dolly". I play Ernestina, and am Ermengarde's understudy. Well, I got the chance. :)8 Thankyou for reading and for reviewing! :)8
-:- Guest -:- Thankyou! And I did! Thankyou for reading this story and for reviewing! :)8
JoeyJar99's Message:
Hey peoples! So, I hope to post the next chapter of this very soon. Though, currently, I'm working on a Valentine's Day one-shot called "My Kind of Perfect", but as soon as I'm done, I will go back to writing chapter 21. I've started it, already. Also, I would like to let you know that someone who had entered my story title challenged just published their story. There's a link on my profile. Please go check it out! :)8 I hope you enjoyed the chapter and please let me know what you thought.
Later. Over-and-Out. Live long and prosper.