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Sooo, before anything I would like to do my disclaimer:
Disclaimer: *Coughs, clears throat* IF I owned Austin and Ally, it would have a whole lot more romance and people would be having nosebleeds by the opening theme song. AND I would make them the Doctor's companions. I so want to see what would happen if a Dalek tried to kill Trish. Word to everyone, don't mess with the girl. She's a jaguar. RAWR! Lol. Moving on to the story.
Disclaimer 2: There is only a bit of profanity in this story so please, bare with me and if you find it displeasing...don't read this story. :)
Me and Trish jump into my car quickly. Determined to get there on time Trish decided to drive. She knew well enough that I would drive as far as Canada to get away from the auditions so that's out of the question. I buckled my seat belt and sighed, pushing a strand of dark hair behind my small ear. My leg starts to bounce in a hasty way of getting jitters out of my stomach. It's better than eating my hair. It used to be a reflex when something bad happened or I was just nervous or scared. Trish would just laugh and ask me if I would like some guacamole with that. I stopped when my last boyfriend said it was gross and he would break up with me if I did it again. I stopped, but he still went and broke up with me.
Funny, huh?
"What are you thinking about?"
I look at Trish and find we are already long gone from the apartment complex. I don't hesitate to tell her, it just spits out of my mouth. Like word vomit. "Paul..." I say quietly.
"Hair Threatener?" She asks surprisingly, her tone more concerned than angry. "Why the hell are you thinking about him! Your going to meet the love of your life today!"
Hair Threatener was the nickname we gave him, Paul, after he dumped me. Along with douche bag, scum and a few other things. Again the words spilled out like word vomit from my mouth before I could swallow it. "I know! I know! I was just thinking about when I used to bite my hair when I get nervous but now I bounce my leg."
Trish pushed the brakes on the car way too hard and I flew up in my seat. Stupid seatbelts. I need to get those fixed. "What the freak was that for!" I yell out.
"Did you register in your mind what you had just said?" She asks me, hands on the wheel calmly but her eyes as big as saucers.
I blink in confusion. "What the freak was that for?" I try.
She puts her hands on my shoulders and shakes me violently. "You admitted your love for Austin! Ally! This is great!" She exclaims with a humongous smile.
"I what now?" I ask. I never said I liked him! Let alone, love him! I should seriously think before I say anything from now on. "I don't love him...!" I exclaim. "I was just agreeing with why I was thinking about Hair Threatener!"
"Come on! No one is going to take a lame excuse like that!" She answers back and starts the car, driving out of the empty parking lot we stopped in and into the free way.
"I don't like him! I barely know the guy!" I tightened my seatbelt angrily, in case she misunderstands any more of my language. How does this not get through her thick skull? I am trying so hard to convince her! "Look! Just be happy I'm even going to the auditions!"
"I am, grateful even! Your love life sucks! You need to get out there! Show those boys just how you move those hips!" She moves her hips in her seat while I face palm.
"Can we not talk about this now?" I groan, my cheeks glow a bright red. I can't move these hips. I can't dance. I never could, not even dance lessons helped. I swear I have two left feet. I giggle a little bit though at the crazy antics of my best friend.
"Ally." Trish voice softens. "You know I'm only doing this cause I love you right."
We go quiet.
"I don't want you to end up like that lonely clingy cat lady upstairs at the apartments. You need a guy. And auntie Trish wants some nieces and nephews. Preferably, 10 so I can spoil them rotten and give them ice cream for breakfast." She explains.
It was only a matter of time until we started to crack up at the names of the children and their personalities. 10 children went up to 20 and the names would just get funnier and funnier.
"Alright, alright!" Trish gasps from laughter, trying to regain some lost air in her lungs from all the laughing. I myself was out of breath and my stomach hurt like hell. "How about..."
While she was regaining air I looked outside, only to find we were in a completely different city. In a state of fret, I looked at the clock finding we have been driving for 2 hours. "Trish, where are we?" I ask, though I don't even want the answer to that question.
To no surprise, it took her a long time to answer. All that came from her big Latina mouth was an oh shit, chuckle and a very high and long well.
"Trish." I say in panic as she continues to drive in this foreign city. Well, to me it's foreign.
"I guess this is the right time to tell you we are driving to Orlando, Florida."
It only took me seconds to register this in my brain. "Trish!"
"And the auditions are at 3:00 p.m not 10:30 a.m..." She winces before hand.
"Trish!" I scold this time but more in despair than anger. "You know I don't appreciate this do you?"
"I know, I was hoping you wouldn't find out..." She says, displeased that her plan had failed miserably. The laughter was out of the car like a drain, it was bone dry.
After five minutes of silence I decided to brake the ice.
"You should have told me before hand, so I could get my season pass and we could go to an amusement park or something." I comfort her. Trying to show her I'm more disappointed than mad. I've always loved Orlando, trust me and I used to go here all the time when I was a little girl. I guess it feels like it has changed some how. I smile at Trish, whose eyes are lit up with delight of knowing I'm not that mad.
"Your fine with it then?" She asks, enlivened once again. I always knew Trish was a softie, on the inside, she is pretty tough and confident though. I would love to have her confidence.
I hold up my pinkie, thumb and wedding finger, shaking it around. "You already dragged me all the way out here, theres not really a point in being mad is there?" I ask and she waves the sign back.
"True." She replies.
With a sigh I sunk back down on my seat, a new wave of awkwardness floating freely in the car. There's nothing better than that awkward pause at the end of the conversation.
Suddenly the car starts to sputter, slowing down fast. Shit. The gas. I hit Trish's arm rapidly and repeatedly. "Stop the car! Stop the car!" I call out.
Trish loses the control of the wheel for a bit. "I was TRYING to drive but SOMEONE decided to hit my arm!"
"Don't drive! Stop the freaking car!" I scream and the car swerves to the left, quickly. "TRISH!" I say as she loses control of the wheel and it drives straight into a tree. I swing upwards and back down, my neck slamming against the head rest.
"Oh my God..." Trish mutters. Smoke clears out of the car. And the air bags decide to come now. They make that squeaky noise like in movies and I realize my car is dead.
I feel my body falter. My...car. My precious...blue baby car...
So I dunno if its a filler chapter or not...you tell me but I liked it. I just watched my first concert last night. I saw Train...Gavin Degraw and The Script. God it was amazing. There was so much energy and music you could just lose yourself in it. Plus in our lawn seats I got a seriously good view. So look out for chapter four!
Muchos Love!
Going Mexican here...
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