A/N:I'm sorry that it's taken me forever to update! I'll try to make up for it in this chapter. :) Enjoy, lovelies!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Austin & Ally, nor am I associated wih Disney in any way. None of the characters except Ian and Tenley and other occasional drop-ins belong to me. I also do not own "Already Gone" by Sugarland, nor am I associated with Sugarland.
Austin...
"Dinner was great, Als. Lets get everything cleaned up... Gotta be out of here early in the morning."
We wash the dishes together, covered in spaghetti sauce. I'm drowsier than I usually am this time of night, probably from all the packing we've done today.
Ally stretches her arms high above her head when we finish. She gives me a playful look. "Race you upstairs." She says, and then takes off.
I laugh, chasing her. Sh pads stealthily up the stairs and I follow her—a little too fast. I slip, and fall. A pain shoots through my ankle, and I yelp in pain.
She stops and covers her mouth with her hand, descending back down the stairs towards me. I'm sitting up now?
"Are you okay?" She breathes.
I'm almost afraid to try, but I move my ankle in a circle slowly. Nothings broken or sprained, just sore.
"I'm fine," I sigh, "that was a close call."
She raises an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
"Well, my tour is starting tomorrow, and if I had an injury I couldn't dance. Don't mess around any more, okay Als? Just to be safe."
I can instantly tell I've said the wrong thing.
"Well I'm sorry that I almost ruined the tour for you, Austin. I'll just steer clear of you for the next month, just to be safe."
I frown as she gets up and begins stomping up the stairs. I follow suit.
"I didn't mean it that way, Ally." I say as earnestly as possible when we get to the bedroom. She shoots me a mean look.
"Why would you even blame me for something like that?"
"Well, it was your idea..."
"Yeah, but we used to do stupid stuff like that all the time."
"Not nights before I perform, we didn't..."
"Well I'm sorry that I forgot that you preform tomorrow."
"How could you forget? We've been talking about it for weeks ad packing all day, you know how much this means to me Ally."
The conversation was getting heated, and if looks could kill, I'd say we'd both be dead by now.
"It obviously means a lot." She spits.
"Tours are my life, my everything. They're what keeps me going."
And her facial expression changes from angry to devastated in a matter of seconds.
"And all this time I thought I was your life and I was your everything... I guess I was wrong."
I choke up, because I realize that what I've just said has set off the ticking time bomb that was bound to explode sometime between us in these mere moments of tension. She turns on her heel and grabs her packed suitcase, and begins walking past me. I reach out and grab her arm, but she jerks away.
"Where are you going?" I breathe in a shaky voice.
"I'm leaving." She says, her voice breaks.
I want to follow her from where I stand, cemented to the floor, but I don't, and moments later I hear the front door slam.
I fall back on the bed and sigh. She'll be back when she cools off, I know it.
Ally...
I wipe angry tears off my face as I drive down the road, unsure of my destination. I reach for my phone with a shaky hand and dial Trish. I hope she's not asleep.
"Hello?" She answers in a groggy voice.
"Trish!" I sob, unsure where to start.
"Ally? Are you okay? Are you crying?"
"I left Austin!" I blurt out.
"You what? You're kidding?"
"No! Trish, I don't know what to do..."
"Get the first plane you can to Miami. You can stay here, Trent won't mind, and then go back whenever you need to—"
"I don't plan on going back." I interrupt her.
She takes a long moment before sighing. "We'll talk about it later, Ally. I'll see you when you get here tomorrow."
I keep crying after we hang up, I just can't stop until I realize I need to when I reach the airport. I'll contact one of the maids tomorrow to inform them where the car is parked.
An hour later, I'm sitting at a gate, waiting drowsily for a plane to arrive. I've been spoiled lately with the use of Austin's private jet, but now it's time to face reality once more.
I feel the tears welling up in my eyes again.
A/N:This was really painful to write! I'm sorry! Don't forget to review,favorite, and follow, and stay tuned!