HELLOOO! I want to thank you loves for reviewing and I won't stop until I think I have fulfilled my gratitude. lol...so I want to thank two authors who have got that Auslly butterflies in my stomach at a cute moment in their stories. They don't know me but you should check them out.
ExtremeSaucity: You should already know her...she is an AUSLLY LEGEND. Trust me...she messes with your emotions man...
Miss-Rainy-Skies: A close friend of ExtremeSaucity and has hilarious stories and another AUSLLY LEGEND..Damage Control... gosh that is such a good story.
Disclaimer: I said for now if I owned Austin and Ally...I would for one...kill the producer...and work with the other raura fans to get the feelings in those two actors. Raia is annoying the crap out of me. Raura will forever win...
"Your owing me way more than foam pillows and comforters..." I murmur as we stand outside of my smoking car. There is a crick in my neck that gave me the worst painful feeling. My hair no longer held my wind swept curly hair look, in fact it resembled Ernie's hair from Sesame Street...except on a bad hair day. My jumper was covered in oil stains while my legs were knee high in dry mud. We did crash into a tree and mud pit.
It just had to rain last night.
Trish was calling on her phone, trying to get someone to pick us up. No luck. She had no luck for a whole 45 minutes. We have been here for 45 minutes in hot boiling, steaming Maimi sun.
I have never been one to complain about things. If something was under its best condition...I would make it better and point out the good things in it. Cause complaining is selfish, rude and something only Trish does. But right now...right now...God knows...oh he knows...that I am straining to not complain.
I'm just sweating trying.
I dig through my purse, taking out my cell phone and a bottle of Germ-Ex. While I quickly dial my father's number, I take the bottle and squirt a generous amount on to my dirty hands. The phone starts to ring and my hands rub furiously together, trying to get rid of any piece of dirt from my finger nails to my wrist.
It rings once, twice, three times...voice mail.
Well, crap.
I know well enough that three rings and voice mail means he just dodged my call. Out of all the times I needed him, today just had to be the day when my father ignored my call. I mean what kind of father does that? Ignoring his ONLY daughter's call. Well isn't that just craptastic!
"Ally, look, I think that's a car..." Trish exclaims and runs to the side of the street. I snap my phone shut and tuck it away in my purse, scrambling after her.
"Trish! I don't think that's a car..." I reassure her as we watch a black blob driving on the street become clearer in our sight. My eyes widen as I realize what it is. "That's a limo!" I yell as it comes closer.
Trish jumps up and down, trying to get the driver's attention, while I cross my fingers and pray that it's help. Help in a gorgeous...shiny limo.
Only...it drives pass us...at full speed.
I think a little piece of me just died.
Trish yells in frustration as it drives by and I silently start to cry, crumbling onto the muddy grass. Until I am just sitting in mud, tears streaming down my face. Trish sits down next to me, sighing.
"I'm sorry..." She says.
I give her silence.
"You know what I feel like right now?"
I nod my head no while she cracks a tiny smile. "Crap. A big load of crap. Crap, crap, crap, crap." She chirps. I smile slightly as she uses a less aggressive swear word. Like I've always told her to.
"Did you call the towing services?" I ask quietly. Hopefully the towing service will be any of help.
"Yeah but they don't have anyone to pick the car up today before the shop closes." She replies.
"Well that isn't very cool." I comment and grab a stick from the ground, drawing hearts in the dirt. At least we have a little push. Yeah! Then maybe we could walk to Orlando and rent a hotel room to stay the night! Yeah! Forget about the auditions! Yeah! My health and dignity costs way more than some stupid show! Yeah!
I start to get up, my ego all pumped and ready, only to fall back down when a car horn beeps.
What?
Me and Trish look up seeing the limo we tried to catch earlier. Were saved! I guess my ego really didn't need anything did it? I help Trish up and we come to the window of the fancy car. It rolls down slowly, leaving that squeaky noise. The person was wearing heavily tinted sunglasses but had bleached blonde hair.
Bleach blonde hair...now when did that sound so familiar?
Bleach...blonde...hair...
...
OH MY GOD!
"Hello ladies, we saw you earlier and our driver was going a bit too fast-" he starts.
"Nuh uh! I was driving like a true professional! Just the brakes weren't working at the time!" Someone calls out interrupting him.
He rolls his eyes. "Anyways..." He takes his sunglasses off revealing those perfect hazel eyes. Crap. "I'm Austin Moon, and you two lovely ladies are?"
Trish squeals slightly and I growl. Taking her hand I answer Austin. "Leaving. We are leaving. Come on Trish-"
"What do you mean leaving! We finally have someone who can help! I'm staying and you should too!" She then lowers her voice to a whisper that I can only hear. "Plus, you might get to get a little closer to the love of your life. God is giving you some lemons! Make some sweet lemonade!" She lets go of my hand and smiles cheekily.
"Fuck lemonade! I'm making carrot juice!" I reply back not so quietly.
"Who said anything about lemonade?" Austin remarks. "Anyways I'll unlock the door if your willing to take our offer. Besides I'm guessing your heading towards Orlando? Where going there too. So hop in if willing to hang out with sexy me or walk on the sides of the roads in dry mud. Alone. Your choice." He says and unlocks the door, opening it.
"We also have chips!" That someone calls out again.
"And we have chips!" Austin says happily as if it's the best pro out of cons.
Trish smiles back, eyeing me a bit. "Well I don't know about you and your carrot juice, Ally, but I'm going!" Trish says and jumps into the limo.
"So what your just going to abandon me like that just cos' some guy comes and offers and ride with chips!?" I yell.
"Hey! I am not just some guy! I'm Austin Moon the celebrity and now the star of 'Matched'!" He deflects my comment.
I give him one of my most nastiest looks and bend down, putting my purse and shoes on the road. I then pick up a scoop of mud and proceed in throwing it in his face. "Is that a good enough answer for you!?" I ask and fling my arm, throwing the excess mud on the dry tar road. I grunt in an unladylike fashion and pick up my purse and shoes, walking off down the road...alone.
"I'm taking that as a no?" Austin calls out.
I stop and turn around looking him straight in the eyes. "Never." I growl and run off down the road, my feet scraping on the hot rough road.
Dare she say she just blew off her only transportation to Orlando?
Yeah, but she still has her dignity as a woman. No man is ever going to make my knees fall weak.
Unless you count Austin.
That man child?!
That 'man-child' as you call him...saved you from utter embarrassment at that time in the mall two years ago remember?
He didn't save me...I just kinda...sorta...bumped into him.
Whatever, you still like him.
No I don't! Just leave me alone alright? Stupid mind conscience.
I can hear you!
"Shut up!" I yell at myself. I stop and realize that the limousine has followed me that five minutes I was walking.
"You going to accept our offer yet?"
I look up at the question, finding a tall lanky man with red hair and freckles. I wave a little hi. "Hello." I say.
"Hello to you to. But right now introducing ourselves doesn't matter. Austin is on a time limit and it's either you except our offer or we leave you in the dust. i would you prefer you accept our offer cause you look like a nice woman...someone who would like to enjoy some chips in comfort." He says.
That does sound nice.
Shut it!
The red head gives me a hopeful look and I bite my lip. "So...would you like to dine on chips in style with the Austin Moon?"
I look around finding my self wanting to say yes...badly. I bite my lip. "What flavor of chips do you have?" I ask then mentally curse my self for asking such a stupid question. Chips can't change my decision to accept the offer!
"All kinda of flavors! What ever you like." He says smoothly.
YES! Take the offer! Chips can influence your decision for the offer! Yes yes yes!
"Um...sure..."
I swear it wasn't even me talking. It wasn't even me.
Hello my happy readers! So stay tuned for the next chapie! I can't believe school is going to start! Its going to SUCK! Lol
Adios!
Still going mexican...
-RS
