Except for I woke up the next morning, sick. Not your regular cough, cough, sneeze sick. Your headache,
stuffy-nose, throwing up sick. I picked up my phone, and dialed Ally's number. She answered on the first ring.
"Morning, Austin, what's up?" she greeted, brightly.
"Hey, Ally. Sorry, I'm sick, I can't go dress shopping with you," I told her.
"Aw, I really wanted you to go! Do you want me to go next weekend to get it?" she asked, sadly.
"No, go. Get your dress before all the good ones are gone," I tried to smile.
"Okay, Austin, your choice. I'll come over after I get a dress, okay?"
"Okay, sounds good,"
"Okay, bye, feel better soon,"
"Bye, and I will. I promise,"
We hung up. I trudged downstairs to get some juice. After that, I fell asleep. The next thing I know, Ally's
shaking me saying 'Wake up, Sleepy-Head.' I sat up, and smiled at her.
"Hey, Ally, what time is it?"
"It's 4,"
"P.M?"
"Yeah,"
"Whoa! I've been sleeping sicne 10:30,"
"Well, then you shouldn't fall asleep on me now,"
She smiled, which made me smile.
"I won't,"
"Do you wanna' hear about my dress?"
"No, I don't want to spoil it. I want to see it Homecoming night,"
"Okay, but that's more suspense on you,"
"I know,"
"O-kay,"
"What do you want to do?"
"We can listen to music?"
"Okay, what song?"
"Oh! I got a good one,"
She ran over to my computer. She went on YouTube and started typing. After a minute, 'If It Means A Lot To
You' by A Day To Remember started playing. This was our favorite song to sing. Even though I was sick, I sang
the guy part, and she sang the girl part, like we always do. We laughed after the song was over.
"Now it's your pick," she said.
"'Grace Looks Back' by The Scene Aesthetic," I requested.
"Nice one, you got it, Chief,"
"Alright,"
We sang to that one, too. We did this for the next hour. Then my mom came up and told us dinner was ready.
I was feeling a little better, so we went down to the kitchen. My mom and Ally had steak salad, while my dad
and I had steak. We talked; we laughed. Then Ally and I went back up to my room.
"You seem to be feeling better," she pointed out.
"Yeah, I am," I agreed.
"Good. Well, it's 6, I better get going. Call me later, and I'll see you tomorrow bye,"
"See ya', bye,"
I got up and hugged her, and left. So, today didn't turn out as bad as I thought. At 6:30, I called Ally.
"Hey, Austy,"
"Hi, Ally,"
"What's up?"
"Just sitting here, you?"
"Same. I'm a little nervous, though,"
"Why?"
"Because my dad wants Dallas to come over to tomorrow, for dinner. He wants to meet him before
Homecoming,"
"Why does that make you nervous?"
"Dallas isn't exactly the kind of guy my dad would approve of,"
"Oh,"
"Yeah, like he's a 'bad boy' in my dad's view,"
"But your dad likes me,"
"Yeah, but because you know if you screw up, you're done. Plus, we've known eachother forever,"
"True, well, everything will be fine. Don't worry,"
"I'll try,"
"Good,"
"Well, I my dad's calling me. I'll see you Monday, I'll call you later. Bye,"
"Bye, Alls, good luck,"
"Thanks,"
We hung up. I don't know why I was telling Ally that her dad will approve of Dallas. We both know he won't,
and I don't want him to. But if she's happy is all that matters, I guess. In the middle of all my thinking, I fell
asleep. Well, now I just have to wait and see what happens tomorrow with Ally, Dallas, and Mr. Dawson.
Sorry it took forever to update. I have writer's block. This is the best I could do. Hope you like :)
