[A/N] Hey! I'm back with a new chap I hope this chapter is a bit more exciting. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Austin & Ally.
Ally's POV
It was Friday. Today was the day that the girls and I were going on the yacht. We all stood up at six am, ready to go home and start the day packing. Well, some of us were.
"Can't we just leave later," Carrie groaned as she hid her head under her pillow. Kira snatched the cotton pillow out of her grip and held it above her head, blocking out Carrie's arguments and she slapped the blonde's hand away as said girl tried to reach out to the soft object.
"Nope, we have stuff to do. Get up lazy," Trish nudged Carrie with her foot. Carrie shrunk into a ball under the sheets. I saw Piper rolling her eyes across the room as she jumped into her jeans. She clasped the belt then walked over to her sister's bed and shook her thoroughly.
"Get up Carrie! We seriously need to get going. I have a whole closet of cute tank tops waiting for me and so do you, so either you stand up and get dressed, or I make you," Piper threatened. Carrie's head popped up from under the sheets, her eyes as big as saucers.
"Coming right up, ma'am," the blonde quickly stood up, her pink pajama's coming in vision. Kira put her hair in a ponytail as me and Trish finished our makeup.
"Thank God," Piper did a little prayer before she returned to her sleeping bag. It didn't take long for Carrie to be back into her shorts and shirt again.
A few hours later, we met again, this time at my apartment, since it was the closet to the bay. The girls and I were just prepping our appearance for on the boat at the moment.
I smiled as I saw the five of us standing together in front of the mirror. Kira catches my eye and she smiles back at me. I grin as I adjust my shoulder bag.
"Look at us. On our way to Trish's bachelors party."
"More like bachelors weekend," Piper commented.
"I wouldn't have had it any other way," Trish smiled wide.
"Let's go party people!" Kira cheered and we all did as we made our way out of the door.
It was fifteen minutes of walking, but we finally arrived at the bay. I quickly made my way to the assigned place that was given on the leaflet, the girls following close behind.
I looked down at the leaflet to see we were close as it was next stop. I stopped on my place, and I heard the girls squealing next to me. I looked up from the paper, and grinned as I saw the glorious white yacht, bigger than ever, standing in all its pride in front of us.
I turned my head to Trish and raised my eyebrows. "What did I tell you?"
She clapped her hands. "Well done, Allygator. Guess I underestimated you."
"I don't take it personal. Now, let's go!" I shouted as we all ran up the red carpet that was spread out over the gangway.
As soon as we entered, I could smell a citrus like scent in the lobby. The lobby was big, but not too big, and there were white leather chairs and couches everywhere. The reception desk was a light oaken color, and totally high- tech. There were LED lights hanging everywhere, and exotic plants were in every corner. We all gasped.
"Oh my God," I heard Kira whisper.
"I'm taking the bubble bath!" Carrie exclaimed as she run onto the deck. Piper tried to stop her, but failed as the curly blonde was easy to escape soon. She then sighed, and made a run after her. Kira was too busy taking pictures of everything to be bothered and Trish was rummaging through her beach bag, so I took it upon myself to check us in.
"Hello," I greeted the receptionist with a smile. The woman standing behind the reception desk was in her early thirties and sported a pair of black rimmed glasses with her lips painted a vibrant red. Her black hair was secured with a hair clip, a few locks falling in front of her eyes. She turned her gaze from the computer to me and smiled briefly.
"Good evening Miss, how can I help you?" She spoke with a friendly voice.
"I came here to check in, please?" I held up the five tickets I've been keeping in my bag for a long time.
"Right," She took the tickets from me and scanned them. "You guys are all good," she smiled and slid the tickets back to me over the counter before she returned to her computer, typing away. I knotted my eyebrows.
"Uhm, Miss?" I called her attention. She turned to me. "Can I get our room keys?" She cocked her head and looked at me over her glasses.
"I'm sorry Miss, but only long time visitors get a room. In your situation, three hours shouldn't be that long of a time to need a room. We have a bathroom down the hall, and the cafeteria is just around the corner," she pointed to the right to make her point.
I zoned out. What was she talking about? I bought tickets for three days, not three hours. I did, right? I grabbed the tickets that were still laying on the counter glass. I searched to find the times, and found out that I was indeed right, it said three days very clearly. I scraped my throat, getting the receptionist to look at me.
"Yes, ma'am?" I showed her the tickets.
"It says three days." She sighed and took of her glasses.
"Listen, ma'am, I need you to move out of the way, there is a line waiting," she gestured behind me. I turned around to see she was right, there were quite some people standing behind me. Looking impatient, may I add. However, I wasn't going to let this go. I turned back to the lady.
"But it says three days here, clearly! I booked a three days vacation on this yacht!" I uttered in pure frustration as I practically shoved the ticket in her face. She raised an eyebrow.
"No, you didn't." I looked at her incredulously. "It says here you booked a three days vacation on another ship, with this one as the ship getting you to the destination where the other ship is waiting," she concluded. I gaped. She rolled her eyes at me and flipped the ticket over on the back. And there it was, printed in black ink. My eyes scanned over the words numerous times before someone groaned behind me.
"Lady, hurry up will ya? We've been standing here for long enough now!" I turned around to see a Mexican dad about my height glaring at me, a few other passengers agreeing with him as they mumbled out something similar. I quickly went out of the way and I heard a string of cheers coming, but that didn't matter as my biggest worry was far more important than that. How the hell was I supposed to tell Trish? And the girls?
I looked around the lobby to see Trish and Kira nowhere in sight. I sighed. Then, I turned around to kick a chair. I yelped though, as I hurt my toe. I winced.
"Son of a bitch," I cursed. I held my foot in pain in waited for the it to stop.
I sat on the chair for a while before I went off to find Trish. When I turned a corner, I finally saw her and Piper leaning against the railing, their hair flipping in all directions as the wind hit them. I gulped, and then reached out for the door handle. As I gripped it, a million different scenario's shit through my head, all of them including Trish yelling at me or Trish being disappointed with me. I let go of the door handle, and hid behind the wall next to the door before Trish or Piper could catch me.
I took a long breath. How the hell was I supposed to tell Trish?
[A/N] Sorry to end it here, I needed to stop before dinner. Catch me up in the reviews, okay? Cool ;] Love you all!