Kay so right now I am feeling particularly lazy...(Just mowed my grandma's lawn) so nothing except disclaimer.
Disclaimer: you know what I own and don't own...I seriously need to change my emails. (Gmail)
"So, I'm Dez, this is Austin and that's Jim, our limo driver. Temporarily." Dez introduces everyone in the limousine to me. I silently nod, putting another sour cream and onion chip in my mouth. I bite down in a loud crunch and I cringe. With a hard gulp, I swallow.
"So where were you guys headed to in Orlando?" Austin asks.
I avoid his gaze and stare down at my lap, plopping two more chips in my mouth.
Technically my stomach hurts from all the chips and the sight of Austin's face, but I needed a reason to stay quiet so I just ate more chips.
"Um, Ally would you like to tell Austin where we were headed? After all, you were the one driving and you didn't tell me anything about where we were going." Trish asks me. I look up, the permant scowl on my face, to see her giving me a message in her eyes.
Answer please? It said.
Lies.
She was the one who was driving! Why do I always have to fix and answer everything!
A beat of silence passed, waiting for me to answer.
"Universal Studios..." I say through gritted teeth.
"That's so cool! I haven't been there since I was a kid! I would love to go again! Right Dez?" Austin exclaims excitedly. His eyes are twinkling like a small child getting their first chocolate bar. If you just looked at him now for the first time, you wouldn't notice he is just a grown man. Or Austin Moon, the man-child/pop star.
I personally see no difference though.
But, to say the truth I haven't been there since I was a kid either. And hopefully, if we go, it would be just as fun as before.
"That's right buddy!" Dez replies back with as much enthusiasum. They do a little weird handshake and say a really high 'what up'. Who does that?
I sigh heavily and roll up my bag of chips closed. Austin checks his phone real quick and puts it back in his pocket nervously. My eyes wander from his pocket back to his face. I wonder what he has to hide...
"So, this is getting quite awkward, and it will probably get more awkward but who are you girls again?" Dez asks.
Trish gives him a death look that could kill thousands. "Were not girls, we're women. Unlike you, your a bozo."
I roll my eyes. "Sorry, she doesn't have nice table manners either, well I'm Ally Dawson and she is Trish Delarosa." I introduce us simply.
"Well it's nice to you meet you, and bad-table-manners." Austin greets. I laugh a little but it dies down and suddenly it's quiet.
I stare at Austin, quizzically. He starts tapping his foot rapidly, like he is waiting for something.
That's stupid, what is he waiting for? A swooning 14 year old? Yup, nope, not I. Not in a million years
Austin and I stare at each other, waiting for someone to spark out a conversation. My lips purse. I can already start to see him braking, for to much silence can give you stress. I know, I did a science project over it. Like five years ago. Or was it too much noise?
I don't care.
Anyway, when I look at the difference from Austin then and Austin now, there is one. No more easy moveable shirts, but polos, and jackets. Its quite strange. He is even wearing slacks...other than shorts.
After a while in deep thought I hear a groan of defeat.
"I give up!"
I look up and smile, seeing Austin throw his head back to the seat. "Be careful, Mr. Moon, your neck might brake. And then where would you be?" I warn, and an evident smirk dancing on my face.
"Then where would you be? Probably mourning about me somewhere and crying about not being able to see my face again?" Austin replies.
I snort. "Don't be quixotic, I won't be lamenting about you any time soon. Not very dulcet is it?" I reply back. I shot him with words! That's how I do it, the Ally Way.
"What does quixotic and lament mean?" Trish asks.
"Stupid, unbelievable, dumb. Lament is also to mourn or cry over." Dez replies.
"Oh." Trish goes back to quiet.
"I may not know many words Miss Dawson but I do know you just want a bite of this." Austin gives me a smile and takes of his jacket. I see his arms. Ripped and muscular, but not to much. He flexes and of course, my knees start to go weak.
No. No. No. He is fighting you back Ally! Hit him back with your sparkling cleverness with words!
"Oh, Mr. Moon, put those back before you hurt someone. I really am quite full, but unless you want me to throw up my lunch, right here, it would help if you put those away. And you are right, you don't know many words but I could say you don't have many to describe you. I could think of two right now. Look at me, aren't I being...cerebral?"
"Dez, what does cerebral mean?" Trish asks again.
"To relate to the brain. To be smart and other stuff."
"Oh, ok!"
"Well, Miss Dawson you quite are but, you aren't famous honey. Not even a slightest pinch to being rich, or powerful or...of course, you wouldn't know this, hot."
I'm about ready to punch him, and pounce on him, and claw his eyes out. His stupid, damn hazel eyes. Damn. Damn. Damn.
I take a deep breath and smile. Letting the bad vibe out will help me win such a battle.
"Mr. Moon. I would love to be some snotty, bratty little rich kid. But, I am frugal with my money. Unlike you. You probably spend...what? 50..60...thousand? Not me. So mister! Go ahead and party your life away! I'm to busy being the next president. I have priorities, goals, achievements. And whats yours? How many beers can I drink until I get sick?" I let it out with words. I have been wanting to say these since Trish started to fangirl about him when we were in high school.
"What does frugal mean?"
"To be cheap.." Dez replies. Then he starts to chirp, "Cheap cheap cheap cheap cheap cheap. Cheap."
I growl at him. "I am NOT cheap!" I cry.
"Says you! Look who is talking! When you worked at Sonic Boom, your dad paid your freaking animal crackers! Ally! Come on! We never even really went shopping together!" Trish exclaims.
I feel the tension and the anger in the room risen. Its like a dark heavy fog clouding us. I, especially.
"I do NOT drink my life. I don't party all the time either! I am a grown man with responsibilities to!" Austin yells back.
"Oh really? Prove it, you prick!" I yell back. Every moral or rule I ever had has just been broken.
"Ally! Save it! This is fucking Austin Moon!" Trish hits my shoulder.
"Yeah! And I'm fucking Queen Victoria!" I spit in her face. I don't even apologize for yelling.
"You WANT me to PROVE IT? What the hell do I have to do? Tell ME Queen Victoria! I will abide to every one of your fucking whim!" Austin grabs a hold of my shoulders and shakes me.
"Guys! Stop using the word FUCK!" Dez exclaims and we all go quiet.
Then someone whispers. (well not someone, more like me.)
"You said it too."
We all collapse down onto the seats, no longer angry. God, Im such a baby.
Everyone is quite quiet for the rest of the drive, as to which Dez pulls out his DSI and we all just lay down.
I don't even say sorry.
BUT I WILL! GOMENSAI GOMENSAI GOMENSAI GOMENSAI!
I know this is nothing but i really can't say how sorry I am, school sucks, I barely have time on the weekends, AND I'm grounded from my phone for a week so I can't write there for privacy, Im really sorry, and please excuse the language, but you know what don't excuse anything I am a horrible human being and the next update will probably be exactly the same, gomansai, gomensai.
~RECKEDSMILES
