Yellow Cello! I know, it's been a LONG time, but I'm done with the story I was focusing on, ("Will You Smile For Me?" YOU GUYS SHOULD TOTALLYREVIEW ON THAT) so I'm going to completely focus on this until I can call it completed.
First things first, should I rewrite the previous chapters? 'Cause when I re-read them, they absolutely sucked.
You know what? I'm just gonna redo them. You guys deserve SO much better than what they were.
Also, I wrote a smutty two-shot, with the help of shipper727, it's called, "You Ordered a Large Cheese, Not Me." It's pretty much your average porno movie, except it's a fanfic. Basically, Austin's the pizza delivery guy, Ally's drunk 'cause she's heartbroken by Dallas, and she ropes Austin into having sex with her. YOU GUYS SHOULD TOTALLYREVIEW ON THAT, by the way.
Anyways, LET'S BEGIN!
Ally
The baby's now a couple months old. I bought a special pregnancy test that told you the age of the fetus, and it's been more than helpful. I've read pregnancy magazines on the internet, then cleared my history. I started buying baby items in secret and stashing them away in a secret room that I had found in my closet a few years back. No one knows about it except for me, which is great. Also, no one knows that I'm carrying a child except for my diary and me. I've decided on wearing baggy sweatshirts for the time being, then, when the baby starts to show, which will be after my eighteenth birthday, I'm going to go to Orlando and have the baby there, renting a small apartment there. I have no idea how I'm going to tell anyone, even if I do, so I may just end up cleaning out my bank account and running away. It's going to be hard, definitely, but I feel that I have to do this on my own for some reason. I don't want Austin to have to give up everything he's worked for to have someone that he didn't want to appear in life until after he's married. I don't want to leave him, but I feel like I have to do it, because it's the best for him.
I wonder what our child looks like right now. Is it a boy, or is it a girl? I haven't felt him/her kick yet, so I only know the stages by looking them up online.
I bit my lip, giving Austin big, doe eyes and batted my eyelashes at him. There was no way in hell that he wasn't going to give me some of his sandwich. Besides, I'm carrying another person in my stomach, so I need it more than he does.
Growing boy, my ass. He's at least six feet tall and he's built like a football player. He's been that way since our Junior year.
I wonder if our baby―that he doesn't know about―will have his body, if he's a boy. There's no way that we would have a girl that would be bigger than me.
"Please?" I begged him in a seductive tone. He purposely paid no attention to me, and he just kept on eating, taking big bites out of the bread that had ham, tomatoes, lettuce, pickles, mustard, relish, spinach, cheese, and onions on it.
Oh, good God, my mouth's watering.
I leaned over to him from where I was on his bed, pushing aside the textbooks and papers, and placed my hand on the inside of his upper thigh, massaging it lightly. His eyes slid from the food to look at me, and I could tell that he was trying to not give in.
"No," he said, mouth full of food. I cringed at his manners. I hope our child doesn't inherit that. Little food flew out of his mouth and landed on his lap.
Perfect, I thought.
My hand reached down to his region and began to palm for the pieces of food, my mouth agape. I started to breath through my mouth and plumped my lips as I did so.
His eyes widened slightly, and I maintained eye contact with him, leaning in a little closer to his mouth.
Once his eyes shut and he did the same, I smirked, my teeth snatching a bite out of the sandwich.
"Wha―hey!" He said when he caught glimpse of my actions. His voice squeaked a little, and I nearly laughed as I took another big chomp of the delicious food.
To silence him, I placed my hand on his genital again, pressing on it soundly. He groaned, and I swallowed, licking my lips as I faced him.
I whispered, "whoops, too late now," applying even more pressure to his area as I used it to push myself up to him. My legs hooked around his waist and I fisted his hair in my hands. He dropped the sandwich on the floor, his hands finding their way to my hips as I began to rock on him. As I did so, I pushed my breasts to where they were closing in on his face. Thank God I was wearing a soft shirt that's from Eddie Bauer.
One of Austin's hands travelled up to the back of my head, where he pulled me down for a feverish kiss. I sucked in a sharp breath through my nose, my head tilting for better access.
Suddenly, I felt a warm liquid trickle up my throat, causing me to choke a little. I pulled away, my face flushing its color, as I looked at Austin with scared eyes.
"What's wrong?" He asked me, leaning in to kiss my neck. My eyes squeezed shut and I grimaced, not because of Austin, but because of the spinning sensation that made my head pound.
Reluctant, I stood up, but I did so a little too quickly, for I stumbled a little once my feet touched the carpeted floor.
I held my stomach as I headed towards his bathroom that was connected to his room, praying that this baby doesn't give me sickness right after school lets out.
That's just not cool.
I crouched at the toilet, my legs shaking beneath me as I raised the toilet lid. My breaths came out jagged and I held my stomach lightly, trying not to influence the sickness. This will probably just pass over anyway.
That, or I could've caught a virus.
"Ally? Are you okay?"
I felt it arise again, and my body jerked up. Even when Austin's hand came into contact with my back, the feeling of contact bothered me. It felt unpleasant, somewhat.
It even hurt to open my mouth and talk. Every fiber of my clothing on my body felt too tight.
My body jerked forward once again, repeatedly, this time, and I found no reason to ignore or deny it.
Suddenly, it all came out. Every food I've had today, and I could even make out bits of Austin's sandwich that I just had.
Graphic, I know.
Austin patted my back and held my hair back as I continued. "Oh my God, okay, I'll go get you, um…stuff," he said, quickly standing up and wetting a washcloth with cold water, along with checking the cabinets for a thermometer and some Ibuprofen.
Once he had gotten back with the said items, I had just finished spitting out the last of the nasty, thick liquid that had poured out of her.
"Thank you, Austin," I had whispered, my body quivering with fear and misery.
It was then that it hit me. I was…I was going to have a baby. I have a living child inside of me, and it's my responsibility to make sure that they're all right at all times..
God, I was pregnant at 17… Me, the girl that had barely touched herself before her had sex for the first time. I barely broke the rules, I was saving myself until marriage.
And, somehow, I ended up having sex with my best friend.
How could I have been so stupid? I had straight A's, I never flunked a test, I had near-perfect attendance, and I had barely kissed anyone before Austin.
Why did it have to happen to me? It may sound selfish, but I always thought that I was better than that. But, here I was, having sex with my secret boyfriend at times.
What went wrong?
Austin
I stroked my finger across Ally's warm forehead, admiring how peaceful she looked while she slept. How her lips naturally puckered, how she smiled every once in a while, and how she looked beautiful, even without her trying.
"Austin, can I talk to you for a second?" My dad said, opening my door and walking up to me, where I was making sure Ally was comfortable in my bed.
Hey, I know she is. My parent's own a mattress store, so of course we're going to have the best beds!
And, boy, it has come in handy sometimes.
I stood up, turning to face him. I hope he didn't notice how I was staring at her. I grimaced, trying my best to suppress it as I walked out into the hall with my dad.
"What's up?" I asked him, closing my door all the way. Once I did so, I crossed my arms casually.
He took a deep breath. "Listen, son, I know you like Ally and all―" I stopped him short.
"Wait, what?" I did my best to lie, and I guess that's where the acting I did for Dez's short film comes in handy. I scrunched my eyebrows and looked taken back.
Dad looked like he was tired of me and my lying. "Austin, I know you're dating Ally." I looked at him in astonishment, and then he continued. "Your mother talks in her sleep," he said. "That's how I found out that she was pregnant with you, actually." Whoa, Dad. I did not need to know that.
I don't want to know about pregnancy stuff! I'm barely eighteen, I really need to focus on my career right now. I want to build a future for myself. I can hardly manage my time to be with Ally on its own. Yeah, I want kids someday, but not until I'm in my mid-twenties to my thirties.
I sighed, looking down as I ran my fingers through my hair.
"Yeah, I like her, a lot, actually." I smiled, knowing that I had finally gotten that off my chest. I can finally say that without worrying about the next thing that Ally would say back.
Looking up at my dad, I saw that he seemed…disappointed for some reason.
"Dad? You all right?" I asked him, my hands dropping to my sides. "Is there something wrong?" What if he didn't approve?
He stiffened. "I don't want you spending time with her, Austin. She's clearly a distraction, and she's going to drive you away from the career that you worked so hard for. Not to mention you'll be busy spending so much time with her, that you won't be able to focus on your education." Is he serious? We were just studying for our history exam until we started kissing, and then she threw up.
Oh, God, what if I did something wrong and made her throw up?
"Dad, relax. It's not like we're dating or anything," I lied. False. Falseroni and Cheese.
He said, while crossing his arms, "oh, I know, I just don't want it to happen. She may seem all innocent, but who knows what she could persuade you to do that's not right."
I breathed in angrily, trying my best to not blow in front of him.
"What do you mean by that?" I said with contempt.
Dad wiped his brows and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Austin," he said, "I'm not going to let you hang around a girl that ropes you into having sex with her."
I had argued with him for a while, keeping it a little quiet so Ally could keep on sleeping. There was no way he was going to talk about her like that, especially when I'm around. I just won't allow that, even if it's my own father that's talking.
Don't mess with my Ally.
Ally
My eyes remained open as I listened to their quarrel. And…it made me realize that, maybe, I should listen to his father and keep away from Austin. He obviously can't drop his entire career for a child that he wasn't expecting.
I have to do it.
I kissed back, running my fingers wildly through his platinum, blond hair. His hand roamed around my legs, and somehow ended up on my abdomen.
"Wait, Austin," I said, in between breaths. I began to push him away and took his face in my hands, barely able to stop when he began to kiss me deeply. "Austin, really, I need to tell you something."
He pulled away reluctantly, swallowing and closing his eyes for a second.
I laid down on my bed, him following my actions suit. He rested his hands behind his head, his elbows poking out, his armpits showing clearly, since he was wearing a tank top.
"What's up?" He asked, scooting closer towards me and draping an arm around my shoulders.
This was making everything harder. He was such a perfect boyfriend, and I didn't want to lose that.
I think that, one day, I want to wake up, wrapped inside his arms, and beg for five more minutes of cuddling before he went off to work once his alarm clock started ringing. He would be our only source of income for our family of five that consisted of Austin, three little kids, and myself.
I unwrapped his arm and sat up. He now knew that something was up, because I always took the opportunity to snuggle.
"I don't think things are going to work out," I had found myself saying, my eyes squeezing shut and my brain controlling what I said instead of the heart. My heart pounded against my chest as I feared what he was going to say next.
I felt Austin shift to face me, sitting up and trying to wrap his head around what I had just decided.
"What?" He asked. I sighed.
I bit my lip. Oh, how I wish that I could get this over with as soon as possible. I wanted time by myself to grieve, so I wouldn't have to do it in front of Austin and look week.
"I…I think that we shouldn't see each other anymore." Subconsciously, my hand lightly covered my stomach, just wanting to find some sort of comfort in the situation.
"Ally, is there something wrong? Did I do something wrong? Did I―" He stopped suddenly once he glanced down at my stomach, where my hand was rubbing the fabric-covered skin without even knowing. "Ally…" He trailed off, his hands covering his mouth immediately once he put the pieces of the puzzle together.
It was over. He now knew my biggest secret. He knows.
Tears welled up in my eyes, and I sloppily wiped them away before they cascaded down my face. "I'm sorry," I apologized.
Austin shook his head vigorously, one hand falling down to lace the fingers with mine, the other going towards my stomach.
It…it felt nice to have his hand there. I felt complete, for once in a while, and I never thought that I'd be able to feel this way ever since I found out.
I finally felt what true love feels like.
"We're going to do this together," he told me. "I don't care what I have to do, but I will be here with you and the baby through thick and thin. I've saved up enough for an apartment in Arizona, which is where you wanted to go to college. I was planning to move there with you to after graduation, but I guess that the time for this is now. I can go to a community college and get a job, so you can stay home with our child. Ally…I don't care what it is that I have to do. I will do whatever it takes as long as my new family is all right."
He…he really does care.
I knew I made the right decision by telling him.
My eyes kept open, staring at the rocky ceiling. My hands rested on my stomach and my hair fanned out from between my head and the sofa cushion that I was currently laying on.
His dad hates me, and I can't do anything about it.
Once Austin walked in, I quickly turned over to my side and closed my eyes, the back of my head facing him.
He soundly walked towards me. Then, he leant down and placed a light, feathery kiss on my forehead, stroking the spot he kissed with his large thumb.
It made me realize how fragile I was, and how I felt safe whenever he held me in his arms. Maybe it was because I was petite, and he was a lot taller. Maybe it was the way his rough, calloused hands held mine. Maybe it was the way that his shoulder held some sort of familiar comfort that I never seemed to find anywhere else.
Maybe it was his natural charisma that lit up the room whenever he smiled. Maybe it was his childish personality that kept the smile on my face at night.
All I knew was that I didn't want it to end, but I have to do what's best for him.
When Austin lightly cupped my small shoulder, I shuffled in a small motion, turning over to face him with my fake, sleepy eyes.
Austin's eyes widened a little. "Sorry," he said, "I didn't mean to wake you."
"It's okay," I replied, smiling lightly.
Gulping, obviously showing that he was nervous, he asked, "how are you feeling?"
Oh, you know, besides having afternoon sickness from our baby, I'm doing fabulous.
"I'm…I'm doing fine. Better now, actually," I responded, trying my best to not let the nerves overcome me. I mustn't let anything get in the way. I need to do what's right.
"I…" I started, but wasn't able to let the words out of my mouth for some reason.
Austin looked at me perplexed. He probably thought that I was going to pass out from exhaustion or something.
But that wouldn't be the reason that I would've passed out for.
"I think we should break up," I found myself saying.
The look on his face was of pure shock.
Yeah, I know, big shocker. But, I'm doing my best to incorporate everyone's suggestions in the story, and someone reviewed that, so it's in the story!
Has anyone else noticed how comma happy I am? It's either that, or I'm just using really professional grammar.
The latter reason makes me feel pretty awesome.
RESPONSES TO REVIEWS:
rauraauslly- Pretty awesome quote! That's what I do when I'm either embarrassed or nervous.
MusicAngel98- I would totally want to be Becca too! And ditto on finding love, I just broke up with my first boyfriend of six days. I guess I'm not really ready for relationships unless it's with the sweet guy on the football team or something!
I LOVE BOOKS AUSLLY- Ditto with Becca! And the same thing happened to me with my iPod. My friends and I tore my room apart, then I realized that it was in my back pocket the entire time!
Sibuna1023- Honey, I think everyone wants to be Hermione!
butterflysecrets- I was pretty proud of that line!
RayRayWife143- Thank you for the suggestion, and you are more than likely to see it in the story!
Abbey Bilotta- Thank you so much!
Yaiii- Thanks!
PercabethPrincess393- OKAY! I hope this update's good enough for you!
Anime-tv-manga-books- Done!
QUESTION: Biggest misunderstanding that you've ever had? For me, it would either be being mistaken for a 21-year-old and nearly given a beer (I'm 14), or being mistaken as my little cousin's mother (Again, I'm 14).
THAT ONE MOMENT:When you jump in on a conversation at the wrong time. I have never been more confused in my entire life…
QUOTE BY ME: "Quit being so hard on yourself, because, if you do it long enough, the compliments that you're looking for won't come any more. Just, embrace your beauty and give people something to love you about."
BYE-BYE!
