Hi Hi! The Third installment of New York Dreams! And again, thanks for reviewing guys, I really appreciate it. I had lost inspiration for this, but then I got some more favourites on my other stories, and saw this one had some more reviews... I love you all! R&R!
I apologize for any typos.
A&A isn't mine.
A short, spunky Latina pulled into the parking lot of a large grey and white building, ignoring her brown haired best friend's protests."No way. I hate skating!" "C'mon Ally! It'll be fun!" "No it won't." "Sure it will!" "I'm not going." "Come on!"
"All skating means is embarrassing myself, and I do that often enough!" "How would you embarrass yourself?" "Uh, Falling on my face? Tripping?! Last week I randomly fell off the piano bench. I have skills when it comes to embarrassing myself." "You will not! Just.. hold onto the wall." Ally sighed.
"You don't like it either, what's going on?"
"I got a job at the Rock n' Roll Diner, you know, where they always wear rollerskates?" "Wait, Why did you get a job there if you can't skate?" "Well, It miight be on my resume." "Might?" Ally asked.
"Okay- it is. C'mon, it'll be fun," Trish pleaded, giving Ally a look. The petite girl sighed, giving in. "You suck."
"Hey Trish!" "Huh? Oh, Hey Red." "Hi Ally." "Hey Dez." "What's up?" "Trish has a death wish." "Ally won't skate with me!" "Want help?" "Sure!" "NO!" "Come on, Ally, I'll help you."
Ally hesitantly stepped out onto the ice after Dez, immediately grabbing hold of the side to stay steady. She inched along the wall slowly, pulling herself along. She let go for a moment and pushed, the skate gliding. "I'm doing it! I'm doing it!" Ally cried happily. Suddenly a shriek pierced the air, as Ally slipped and slid- rather ungracefully- to the centre of the rink. As Trish and Dez watched, the girl slowly pulled herself to one of the benches, sitting down.
She noticed Dez join a few boys who were playing hockey on a closed off end of the rink. She watched them a while, and was about to leave until a tall boy with a persuasive smile and very familiar blond hair noticed her. "Ally!"
"Hi Austin," "Come skate with me!" "I'm good." "Pl-eaaase!" "Hi Ally!" "Hi Dez. And no." "Come on, We'll help you!"
"Why do you hate skating so much?" Austin asked. "It's hard! And cold, and it involves balance and coordination, both of which I have little of." "For me?"
"No."
"Al-ly," Austin groaned. "Don't make me come get you,"
"No. Austin Moon, Don't you dare, I don't-" Austin cut her off by jumping the barrier, and taking her hands.
"Please come skate with me, Ally?" He asked, using puppy dog eyes.
"You aren't allowed to pull that face, Come on!" Ally groaned, looking anywhere but at the teenager in front of her.
"Pleaasseee Alls?" Austin said, moving closer to her and exaggerating the sad look. "Fine," The brunette sighed, stepping out in front of the blonde.
"Hi Ally!" Dez exclaimed as he helped her steady herself, then took her hand. "Come with me. It's simple."
"I'd really rather n-"
"Don't make me get the bacon!" Ally didn't want to know what that meant, so she sighed and watched Dez.
After watching for a while, she was trying on her own. Ally involuntarily made a noise as she slipped backwards.
"Woah!" Austin quickly moved and grabbed her waist to stop her from falling, then pushed her up. Dez took her hands again, and moved along beside her. "Okay- steady... And move your feet like me." He demonstrated.
"Okay..." Ally looked at her feet and tried moving them like Dez's.
"I'm doing it!"
"Yay Ally!" He let go of her hand, and she kept going.
"No-No- Why did you let go!? Dez! Dez-Woah!"
Austin and Dez quickly skated over to her, helping her up. "You okay?" That was humiliating. She managed a weak smile and a thumbs up. Use your words, Allyson!
Dez and Trish began skating in the other direction. Austin took her hand again and she ignored how comforting it was. She sighed and pushed her feet again, keeping a tight grip on her best-friend's steady hand.
After 20 minutes and 4 shaky laps around the rink, Ally felt she was finally getting the hang of it. She had fallen numerous times but Austin had always helped her up, and she was without a doubt the slowest skater there, but she was sort of getting the hang of it. She still couldn't stop. She was skating around again, and could see Dez and Trish up ahead of her. She decided to try and catch up to them, forgetting to tell Austin, who's fingers were still intertwined with hers. As she pulled forward, Austin stumbled, as he hadn't been paying attention.
"Whoa! Alls-" Austin started. Ally's skate caught on a rough patch of ice and she swerved and tripped, pulling Austin with her again.
"No! Hey-!" Ally cried helplessly.
They went down in a crash of ice and skates.
"So, Do you come here often?" Austin grinned goofily, looking at his best friend. Ally smiled slightly.
"Shut it." The girl replied.
Austin chuckled; "I can't believe we just.."
"Why are you laughing?" Ally demanded, her face tainted with mortification and annoyance.
"Because that was funny." They were sprawled on the ice, legs and arms entangled in a messy heap.
"It was not. It was embarrassing!"
"It could have been worse, Alls. You shouldn't care what people think."
"Well it's hard, when you're the worst skater here! I hate this! People keep looking at me like I'm doing something wrong, and it's stupid! This is all stupid, Austin! How can you like this?! There's nothing that makes me lesser than them! And I know its ridiculous but its working and I really wish that this would've never happened, or that I was someone else and this- this- never happened," The girl finished.
"Hey," Austin said softly, tilting her head to look at him. He knew her well enough to understand that even though this seemed so trivial to him, it was a big thing to her. And as her best friend, he had to fix that adorable upset look on her face.
"Alls, you should never care what other people think. You're Ally Dawson. You're an awesome singer, and your piano playing is the best I have ever seen. The way that you can hear a song once and then play it perfectly, Alls? That's amazing. You are the absolute best friend I have ever had and your songs are the bomb! I love the way you always wear the necklace I got you. You're my number one, Alls, and I love you. So what if you're just learning how to skate now? Ignore all those looks, No one should be able to make you feel like that. No one else matters." The girl's face lights up as the blonde recites his mini-speech. She grins at her best friend.
"C'mon, let's do this."
I'm Cara, and your listening to Radio Miami! I'm here with my co-host for the hour, Austin Moon!"
"Hey everybody!"
"So Austin, this next song was one of your first, right?"
"Yep. I wrote this with my songwriter, Ally Dawson, when we were 16."
"What's the story behind this song?"
"Basically, it's about having someone that you couldn't be without. They're super important to you, and a big part of your life."
"This song was the fifth Austin Moon Song uploaded to MeTube, and it currently has over 2 million views. Did you have fun recording this song, Austin?"
"I always have tons of fun recording, but yeah, it was awesome to record this. All my friends came to the studio, and we were all dancing to it when I finished."
"Is there any chance this was a love song?"
"Nah. Ally and I aren't dating, we're just friends."
"Straight from the source, Guys! Alright, Austin want to introduce this next song?" "Sure. Hey guys, I'm Austin Moon, and here's a song from my latest album, Can't do it Without You!"
"Hey guys! If you just tuned in, I'm Cara, hanging out here at Radio Miami with pop sensation Austin Moon! So Austin, I heard you recently got back from a nationwide tour? Why don't you tell us a bit about that?"
"Sure, The tour was awesome! It was really busy, but tons of fun! One of my favourite things about being a singer is the tours."
"Sounds amazing! How long were you on the road?"
"About a month and a half, We started in New York, and about 15 shows later we ended in Miami."
"Wow! I have a question here from Gigi in Toronto; If you could only bring one person on tour, who would you want it to be?"
The blonde immediately replies, "Ally," As if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Ally Dawson? Wow! No hesitation! Why is that?" Austin looks through the glass at the brunette who grins at him and waves. He pulls a soft lopsided smile,
"She's my best friend, and my partner. She's amazing. With your best friend, there shouldn't be any hesitation. You shouldn't have to think."
Cara cues up a song and hits the off air button.
She loved being in California with Team Austin. Sure, She missed Miami sometimes. LA was sort of like home, though. Sun, Beach, Just a lot more famous stars. And yes, She missed her Dad, and Sonic Boom. And Nelson. But living with Austin was awesome, even if he couldn't really cook and was really messy. He was still the sweetest guy, and he was always singing and dancing around their apartment, which she loved.
If there was one thing she still wasn't used to, it was the paparazzi. Going to award shows she could handle. Autographs she could handle- although she was still a little weirded out. (She could understand wanting Austin's autograph, but hers?) Then there were these photographers that follow celebrities around. Scrounging for a slip-up, a scandalous story, a picture they can twist into something it wasn't. She hated them. They were entirely too in-your-face for her liking.
One night, just after they had moved to L.A, Ally had been returning home late from Trish's house. A photographer had jumped out from behind her car, and Ally had shrieked as a photographer jumped out in front of her. The flashes blinding her, she had turned around and tried to run away. She had turned into an alley, her eyes still adjusting and tripped on the concrete, stumbling in her heels. She had tripped backwards and faintly heard a; "Miss! Are you okay?!" before slipping away.
She had woken up the next morning in a hospital, with Austin in a chair beside her.
He told her she had a pretty bad concussion, and the paparazzi had called and ambulance. The hospital had called Austin, because Lester was in Miami.
At least the guy had his story. After that, for a long time, She went everywhere with Austin. He became super overprotective. Not that she really minded, it was really quite endearing. For a while. She had eventually convinced him that they didn't have to go everywhere together. She kept going to all of his interviews though, mainly because he was one of those people who hated being alone.
When they had first moved from Miami, they had lived in a cramped apartment, which was very different from their apartment today. Now, they had a very modern, three bedroom, with a large room dedicated to music. She almost missed the days when their piano had taken up their living room...
The two young adults stepped out of the taxi cab, and the boy grabbed their luggage from the trunk. The girl handed the driver his money, and he sped away. There the couple paused, looking at the building in front of them.
It was an old, brown, brick building, with beautiful crimson ivy crawling up the side. There was a sign out front that read "" They could see what looked like a rooftop garden. To the side of the building there was a black metal staircase. Taking a deep breath, the girl took the boy's outstretched hand, and they started up the stairs.
Entering the apartment, they were greeted with a standard beige couch, and a dining room table set. To the left there was a small kitchen, where there was a stove element missing. Walking down the small hallway, they discovered a small bathroom between two bedrooms. It wasn't much, the boy thought, glancing at his companion.
She looked into his eyes and grinned, It was perfect.
"They mean well," Austin started.
"I know, Austin, it's just.. a little too small for this." The girl reasoned.
"C'mon Alls, This'll be fun. So what if the piano takes up the living room?" The tall teenager asked, standing behind her and wrapping his arms around the petite girl.
"We can't get through!" His roommate exclaimed.
"We just can't go through that way," Austin gestured to the far left of the apartment. "We'll walk through the kitchen."
"Austin, I know our parents tried to be supportive by sending us this, but honestly-" "Alllyyyy. We both know we would rather have that piano then your keyboard." "Someday! But-"
"But when we move into a bigger place, I know-" Ally interrupted again. "Wait- You want to move to a bigger place?"
"Yeah, eventually. We won't want to live here forever. Team Austin is picking up, We'll be able to move soon." Austin said.
"No, I mean- you want to move to a bigger place with me?"
"Who else would I live with?" The oblivious boy questioned.
"Dez?" Ally replied.
"He's living with Trish," Austin reminded her.
"I still don't understand how that happened," Ally wondered. "A girlfriend, then?"
"Alls, if you hadn't noticed, I'm not going out with anyone."
"But you could! I mean, eventually!"
"Ally, I don't have time in my life to date any girls right now, I want to focus on Team Austin."
"Alright, Guys then! Nobody's judging!" Ally persisted.
"Huh?"
"Well, how should I know who you're into?! You haven't dated anyone since we moved to California, and- Oh is that why?" Ally asked.
"I- Alls," Austin began.
"Cause it's totally cool!"
"Ally- I, Alls, I'm not gay. I'm not discriminating, but I'm not gay. I just don't have time for dating in my life right now."
"You're probably the first nineteen year old guy to ever say that.." Austin chuckled. There was a pause as the two observed the piano again, ignoring the cell phone faintly buzzing somewhere in the apartment.
"You won't want your own place?" Ally asked hesitantly, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear. The boy looked at her sideways and smiled affectionately at her nervous demeanor.
"If I did that, I wouldn't have anyone to make me pancakes at four am," He took one of her hands. "I couldn't come home to your dorky dancing," He placed her other hand on his shoulder, and wrapped his around her back. "And I would miss you singing with that beautiful voice too much." He pressed play on a remote, and soft music filled the room. He began to twirl her. "I'm postive. I don't want anybody but you."