Chapter Three – Memories
"And I can take the words they throw at me for none of them could know that we had something very few will ever find their whole life through. I wouldn't change a single day." – 'Loneliness' by Laura Pausini
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Summary: Twenty-seven times she's been down that aisle. And not a single once was it her wedding. But, maybe just this one time, it's okay to not marry Prince Charming. Austin&Ally. Auslly. AU.
Inspiration: Isn't it obvious? TA-DA! It's the movie 27 Dresses! I legit love that movie. & I think, with Ally's uptight personality, it would be so perfect for Auslly! Of course, there's a few differences to fit the show, & to fit my liking. But I hope I did the movie justice! & my dear God, there's a playlist of songs that would be so perfect for Auslly & those songs, too, inspired me! Yay for inspiration! :)
A/N: I re-watched 27 Dresses again & there's a part I missed at the very start where it shows why she loved weddings. I decided to add that bit in this chapter but, it's a whole lot different from the original. I hope you guys don't mind that :) & of course, I hope you enjoy this & please review!
Disclaimer: I don't own neither Austin & Ally or 27 Dresses.
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I've always had a fascination for the beautiful makings of a wedding. I've always wondered about how those so very lovely dresses had been made, and how the decorations looked too damn pretty, with the lights, the flowers, the laces, and the perfectly shaped paper-cuttings. I've always thought, and probably always will, see weddings as magical.
But not until I was eleven, did I realize, it was my call. My call to see people, on the most important day of their lives — a day that will change mostly everything that they have been living for — be so happy. And to have me to thank for it.
It was fourteen years ago, and my dad had his white suit on, all ready and smiling, awaiting for his bride to come on along down that red carpeted path. People stood, eyes gazed upon the back of the church, and the wedding march played loud and clear. There were whispers, there were tears, and the smiles on everyone's faces said nothing but approval. And that was when, they all thought, happily-ever-after could finally begin.
But the bride did not show. And neither did her daughter. And it got me wondering, and curious, of where they had been at. Because the fallen smile, and the look of streaked sadness clouding my father's once happy eyes, fazed me. And I wanted to make everything better.
So I ran away, out of the church building, to the back of it. The rain was starting to pour, and my little red dress was soaked, with my hair a complete mess. But I did nothing but run, run to the very back garden, until I saw, those two figures. Those two girls, two ladies, that I was suppose to soon welcome into the Dawson family.
"Please don't hurt my father." I called out, my voice small and croaked, but they heard me still.
"Allyster." The older lady said, a little smile tugging at her lips, and a fragile look in her eyes. "I would never."
"But you are." I almost screamed, had I not been raised to be respectful to those older than me. "You aren't marrying him. You're not at the altar."
Her eyes dropped down to the ground, and I followed where her gaze had lay. And there it was, the problem that stood between my father's happiness, and this lady's dreams. Still shining a little, the golden ring sat broken and deformed, victimized by the hard drops of the rain.
"The wedding ring broke." The younger girl said. "I did not want mom to marry your father. He's not my dad."
"And your mom's not my mother." I told her simply, averting the focus of me eyes, from the ring, to her. "But that's just how it should go."
"Why should I listen to you?!" She screamed, an accusing finger pointed directly at me. But, unfortunately for her, I felt no threat.
"You don't have to listen to me." My voice came calm, and a little light. My cheeks hot, and tears started to form by the rim of my eyes. "My father just wants to be happy. And so does your mother. I think we owe it to them both."
"Owe what?! Mom was perfectly happy waiting for my dad to come back!" She screams again, and this time, I winced; the high-pitched shrill of her voice a little hard on my ears.
"He's not coming back Tilly!" The lady interferes, and her eyes were sad, broken, and lonely. "He's never coming back."
"Mom I—"
"He doesn't want us." She whispers, cutting the girl, Tilly, off. "He doesn't want you, and he doesn't want me. He doesn't want our family."
"I still—"
"But Lester does. He wants me, and loves me, and he wants to love you too!" She turns to look down on her daughter, her eyes glistening with hopeful tears — hope that Tilly may understand. "And Allyster is willing to let us into the family."
I nod my head, smiling a little, as Tilly's eyes dropped down on me. Her lips still curled into a frown, and her arms folded in protest against her chest.
"I love him Tilly. And he makes me happy. And I wish you'd realize this." The smile on the lady's face was bittersweet. And the look on her eyes sparked with hopelessness.
"I will never see you as a sister." Tilly talks through gritted teeth, eyes staring intensely at me. "And I will never see that man as my father." She takes a step forward, and I take a step back. "But for mom, I will go through with this hell."
And with that, she ran off, her stomps against the flooded ground splashing dirty water onto my dress. But I couldn't care less right now.
"I'm sorry." The lady whispers, eyes looking down in shame.
"It's okay." I say, a sad smile plastered on my face. My hands, freezing and shaking, took hold of the chain around my neck.
She looks directly at me, for the first time since we met. She sees what I'm doing, as I removed the silver ring dangling from my chain. Balling my hand around it, I kissed it, whispering a sweet prayer to my mom, before offering it to her. She does nothing but accept, and raise her eyebrow.
"My mother told me, if I ever get married, this is the ring I should use for my wedding." I say, voice soft, and I almost choke in tears. "But I'm too young for that, and you...well, you need it more than me."
She takes the ring out of my hand, and then threw at me a nod of thanks. No words were spoken after, as she ran off and left.
And even though I may have given her the one and only sentimental thing my mother has left me, it felt good. It felt wonderful, to be able to help someone, on their supposed happiest day. And that's when I realized, that's what I want to always do.
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Bright rays of sunlight beat against my closed eyelids, making me flutter them open. A groan escapes my mouth, as my vision came clear, letting me see sight of my dull and white-painted bedroom ceiling. My blanket carelessly lay sprawled over me, and my big teddy bear acted as a pillow, beneath my throbbing head.
"Erg." I moaned out, sitting up, my eyes shutting close from the sudden blind of the light. "What the hell."
I lay my head back down again, my thoughts raising miles and miles per hour, trying to find any memory of the night before. But all that I could recall, was the dancing, a little bit of singing, maybe some kissing, and then the going back and forth between them two weddings.
Wait. Kissing?!
I sat up — probably way too quick for my own good — with my eyes wide open, my mouth the shape of a perfect 'o', and realization dawning upon my mess of a mind.
"ALLYSTER MARIE FUCKING DAWSON." There came a booming screech, from a voice I knew all-too-well. "GET YOUR FUCKING BUBBLE ASS DOWN HERE NOW."
I groaned once more, before grabbing a nearby pillow, and then shoving it into my face. I screamed — a very muffled and pitchy scream — as I shook my head from side to side, mentally kicking myself for being so wreckless.
"ALLY, I'M NOT FUCKING JOKING." My door slammed open, and the angry tone of my dearest, best friend Trish — note the sarcasm — came filling the whole room. "WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED LAST NIGHT?!"
"I don't know." I said, my sentence probably coming out incoherent to her, as the pillow still covered my face. "I can hardly remember."
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T KNOW?!." She said, grabbing a handful of my hair, before using it to pull me out of hiding.
"I mean, I don't know." I bit back at her, my tone stubborn and irritated, and my brown eyes rolling in obvious annoyance — with maybe just a little bit of shame.
"God Ally." She mutters, her hold still tight on my hair, as she sat down beside me. "Don't start this again."
"What?" I turned to look at her, confusion written all over my face, and her giving me a very knowing look. "What are you talking about?"
"You got drunk last night, Ally. So drunk some stranger had to take you back home." She says, a comically pitiful look plastered on that face of hers, with her eyes glowing in obvious sarcasm.
"I don't know if I should take you seriously Trish." I said, raising an eyebrow. "The look you're giving me is kind of a mixed signal."
"Gah." She grunts, standing up, yanking my hair along with her.
"Ow." I muttered, glaring up at her.
And all of a sudden, something came back to me, and my eyes once again grew wide. I quickly turned to her, my curiosity getting the better of me, as I tried to shake her tight hold off my hair.
"What stranger?" I asked, my breathing heavy, and my muscles all going tense.
"I don't know. Some hot blonde dude." She muttered, letting go of my hair, leaving my head to drop back down on the pillow. She then turned around and started to stalk off the room. "All I know is, he came in and brought you up here, then left without a word."
"Hot blonde dude?" My voice came out croaked, and my throat ran dry, as the grip I had on the sheets of my bed went super tight.
"Yep." She pops out the 'p', her tone completely changed, from being so previously enraged, to carefree. And then she struts out of my room, her hips shaking back and forth.
"Fuck."
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"You fucking dickhead." I screamed over at the phone, only to hear mocking snickers and uncontrollable laughter.
"Darling, that hurts." An amusing tone came in reply, and the probable smirk on Austin's lips proved to be more evident, with every word he says.
"Don't you 'darling' me you asshole!" I continued on to scream at him, my whole body shaking in fury. "YOU PROBABLY TOOK ADVANTAGE OF ME."
"Pft." He scoffs, and it just ticked me off even more. "You wish I did."
"Oh, I bet you did." I rolled my eyes, my voice dripping in venomous sarcasm.
"I'll let you think what you want." He says, and I swear I can almost see him winking at me with those stupid, obnoxious brown eyes of his.
"Why do you even have my number?" I grunted, taking a short glance at my watch, for the time. "And how'd you know where I live?"
"I'll give you a clue." He suddenly sounded way too happy, and at this I got confused.
"What are you even—"
"You can be the peanut butter to my jelly." He suddenly sings out, cutting me off, as I recognized that exact tune, and those exact lyrics. "You can be butterflies I feel in my belly."
"You fucking—"
"You can be the captain and I can be your first mate." He cuts me off again, completely ignoring everything I'm trying to say. "You can be the chills that I feel on our first date."
"Austin fucking—"
"You can be the hero and I could be your sidekick." I can feel that same old smirk through the song, and it makes me feel so sick to my stomach. Because he's singing song.
"That's my song." I choked out, tears building up my eyes, and a lump forming in my throat.
"Yes." He says, and I'm a little surprised he stopped singing.
We stayed silent for a little while, and I couldn't be more thankful. Because right now, all I did was cry, and cry, and cry — for a reason I don't even fucking know. And this loud silence was not awkward at all. In fact, I hope he realizes just how pissed I am. And I hope that's why he's so quiet too.
"Ally." He says, his voice suddenly all husky and breathy. "Are you oka—"
"I'm fine." I said, a little too quickly. "Just give me back my fucking book."
And with that I hung up, not bothering to hear what else he had to say. And I don't even know why this was affecting me so much. Because he's a stranger. And I shouldn't even care.
"Airport 2069 has finally arrived. Those waiting for the passengers to be out may now move to gate six." I heard the caller lady say.
And sighing deeply, I wiped those stupid tears away, before putting on my best possible genuine smile; ready to welcome my step-sister back into New York
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A/N: Okay, I'll make this short & sweet. I just want to ensure that you guys understand the fact that in 27 Dresses, Jane lost her Filofax (an organizer book or something) & it turns out Kevin had it. So, instead of the Filofax, Ally lost her song book & Austin has it. Okay? Okay. & the song I've used is 'Perfect Two' by Auburn & let me tell you, it's the cutest song ever :) Okay, that is all! I'll hopefully update next week but I can't be too sure 'coz I have exams but I'll try! Please review bye :)