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Chapter five:
"What do you mean he couldn't give you a record deal?" Mitchell blasted.
Ally had returned from her meeting with Charlie just a few moments ago. She had come into her dorm room with tear stained cheeks, which Mitchell had mistaken for tears of joy. It took her a few tries before she could stop him from celebrating, and tell him the real news, leaving out the small detail about her unexpected pregnancy.
"Mitch I-" She began, but he wasn't finished and cut her off before she could explain.
"I can't believe this! Mr. Reel wouldn't know talent even if it punched him in his splotchy face!" He shouted. He was pacing through the room nearly pulling his hair out. Ally sure didn't expect for him to get so worked up about this. And she hasn't even told him the bigger news yet.
"Mitchell!" She attempted to yell over his rampage.
He stopped and looked at her with his wide blue eyes. "What?"
She let out the breath she was holding, feeling enormous pressure release from her body.
"He wanted to give me the record deal," She said slowly. "But he couldn't."
His eyebrows scrunched up together in confusion. "Why not?"
She subconsciously placed a hand over her stomach. There was a slight bulge that she hadn't noticed before today. She licked her lips. "Remember how I had to take a drug test before my audition?"
The curious boy nodded, eyeing her hand suspiciously.
"Well when he got the results back it sa-" She stopped at the cue of Mitchell's voice.
"Your on drugs?! Allyson how could you be so stupid!"
She glared at him for jumping to conclusions. "No I'm not on drugs you idiot!" She said slapping his chest.
She sighed, building up the nerve to continue speaking. "The tests said I was pregnant…" She muttered, choking up at the end as she started to cry.
His jaw hit the floor. "Pregnant?" He whispered in disbelief. He instinctively wrapped his arms around Ally and let her sob into his shirt.
Once the air seemed to be calm again, he began stroking his hand through her hair.
"So I'm guessing Austin's the baby daddy?" He murmured at the small girl.
She let him go a little and shrugged. "I guess so. But it doesn't make sense we used protection!" She exasperated.
Mitchell gave a little shrug of his own. "Yeah well, condoms are only like 97% effective you know."
This was brand new information to her. She jumped back. "What?" She shrieked. "You're telling me that even with protection I still have a 3% chance of getting pregnant?"
He stifled a laugh. "I guess the odds weren't so much in your favor."
She groaned and started to repeatedly swatting him across his chest. "This isn't funny! I'm going to be having a child in 6 months!"
His smirked dropped instantly. "You're already 3 months along?"
She nodded shakily. He whistled.
"Are you going to tell Austin?" He asked softly.
Her eyes were as big as saucers. "I don't think I can!" She cried. "Jimmy thought I was a distraction and practically banned Austin from speaking to me! Imagine what he would do if he found out his newest recording artist was about to become a father!" She hyperventilated.
Mitchell quickly gripped her shoulders. "Breathe, Allyson, breathe." He said trying to calm her.
He looked into her frantic brown eyes. "I think you should at least try to call him."
She looked at him, feeling unsure. She hesitantly picked up her phone and called him. She listened to it ring multiple times, in fear that he wouldn't pick up, but instead of hearing Austin's voice, she heard a recording.
"We're sorry; you have reached a number that has been disconnected or is no longer in service. If you feel you have reached this recording in error, please check the number and try your call again."*
Ally felt her eyes begin to prick. "He changed his number! Or Jimmy changed it, I don't know! The line has been disconnected, but now I can't even get a hold of him!" She rambled; feeling like the world was sitting on her shoulders.
Mitchell began to hush her through her random outburst of tears, figuring they were mood swings. He got her to calm down enough before he decided to offer something else.
"What about on video chat? Do you think you can still reach him through that?"
She softly shrugged her shoulders, before grabbing her laptop and turning it on. She bit her lip harshly, as the video chat program booted up. When it opened, she began scrolling through her contact list, but Austin's screen name was missing.
"It's gone, his account is gone! What do you propose I do next Mitch?" She dragged. Nothing was going right for her, so she had to count on her brunette best friend to make the next move.
To her dismay he shook his head and plopped down next to her. He put one arm around her and squeezed her shoulder. "I don't know. But even though you can't get a hold of Austin, you should at least think about setting up a doctors appointment to get your baby checked out."
She nodded meekly. "Will you go with me?" Her brown eyes met his blue ones as she looked at him pleadingly.
He grinned his perfect smile of his that she adored, and pulled her too him, hugging her protectively. "Of course."
She had scheduled an appointment the next day. She didn't know exactly what to wear to this kind of appointment, but Mitchell informed her that she was being ridiculous and to just wear whatever. She ended up wearing a dark gray long sleeve one-shoulder shirt, with light pink shorts and gray sandals. She accessorized with rhinestone bow earrings, and a light pink bow she put in her hair after braiding one side and throwing it up in a messy ponytail. She did her makeup lightly with just a little mascara and Chap Stick. She took her pink coach handbag, and went to meet up with Mitchell.
He complemented her on her appearance, and she smiled and told him he looked good too. Mitchell was wearing a red striped shirt with a gray hoodie on top of it. He had dark jeans with red chuck taylors, and a gray beanie.
Her and Mitchell were now sitting in the waiting room. She was required to fill out a medical form before she could see the doctor. After she turned it in she went back to impatiently waiting next to her completely calm friend. Her knees were anxiously bouncing up and down, and she was chewing on her thumb.
"Mitch what time is?" She asked suddenly.
He glanced at his white wristwatch. "It's almost 2:30, you should be called in any minute."
She continued to squirm in her chair, until a lady with a clipboard came out and called her name. She stood up abruptly and followed the nurse, Mitchell trailing closely behind.
The nurse informed Ally that the doctor would be with her shortly. They waited in the clean white room for about ten minutes before the doctor came in. During that whole time, she was basically rambling to Mitchell about everything she was afraid of happening, all being worst-case scenarios. He let her vent it all out to him, not saying a word, like the good friend he was. He knew she just needed to talk.
The doctor sat down and read over Ally's paperwork. She set it down and stood next to her. "Why don't we take a look at what's going on?" She said in a sickly sweet voice. She ordered her to lie down on the paper cover chair, and lift up her shirt.
The doctor rubbed the special ultrasound gel on her belly before she took the transducer and roamed it over her stomach. "Are you ready to see your baby?"
Ally nodded and reached out her hand. "Mitchell, hold my hand." She ordered. He stood from his chair and went over to her and gripped her hand in his.
She loved Mitchell; she truly did, he was so great to her. But she couldn't help when a few tears leaked from her eyes, thinking that it should have been Austin with her holding her hand, seeing their baby for the first time. She felt Mitchell squeeze her hand.
The image appeared on the monitor. At first Ally couldn't see her baby. But then she could make out a peanut shaped figure. Her eyes welled up, and she smiled through her tears. Feeling overwhelmed with joy. This baby might have been unexpected, and she might of thought she was too young, and wasn't ready to be a mother; but the sight of her baby on the screen made everything else disappear.
"Yes, Miss Dawson, both of your babies are doing just fine." The doctor spoke up.
Ally's widened, and both her and Mitchell's head snapped to look at her.
"Babies?" They said in unison.
The doctor nodded and pointed at the screen. "Yes here's one," She traced out the one Ally had seen. "And here's two." She pointed to another peanut shaped figure that Ally had not noticed. "Congratulations, you are pregnant with twins!"
Twins
The thought echoed through Ally's mind. She had just found out yesterday that she was pregnant and now she's pregnant with twins? She thought of Austin and how he was back in Miami, living his life, working on his music career, thinking Ally was getting a record deal and attending her dream school, when in reality he had no clue that she had just discovered that she had two babies on the way and he was the father.
"Would you like to know the genders of the babies?"
They were in the cab on the ride home. Ally watched the city outside her window go by. She had a slight smile graced on her lips. She gripped her ultrasound between her fingers. They were both silent until Mitchell piped up.
"You should totally name the boy one after me."
She laughed at him, and playfully hit his chest. She was feeling a little more light-hearted about the situation. But still a little terrified on the inside.
"I already have names picked out." She replied giggling. She couldn't help it, she was surprisingly very happy at the moment.
Mitchell raised his eyebrows in shock. "Already?"
She traced out her babies with her finger. "I've had names picked out ever since I ten." She informed him. "If I had a girl, Aliya. And if I had a boy, Aiden."
Mitchell smirked at her sincerity. He knew that most girls have their whole wedding planned out before they turn thirteen. He shouldn't have been surprised that Ally knew her first babies names.
She chuckled. "But I'm having both so…"
He nodded. "I like them. But you know what would make it better?" He asked eyeing her and biting his lip.
She scoffed. "What?" She already had a feeling on what he was going to say.
"Aiden Mitchell." He stated rather than suggested.
She bobbed her head in consideration. "I like it. So maybe."
He fist bumped the roof of the cab, "Yes!" He celebrated doing a quick mini dance.
She laughed. "I said maybe Mr. Lombardi!"
The boy just shrugged nonchalantly.
The two enjoyed the rest of their ride to their school, before they arrived and went separate ways. Ally walked into her dorm to find her roommate, Katherine, sitting on the couch watching television. She was a little bewildered considering the fact that she almost never left her bedroom. So Ally rarely saw her, and knew little about her, except for the fact that her name was Katherine. And she only knew that because it was on her door.
"Um, hey." Ally greeted awkwardly. She almost forgot she even had a roommate.
Katherine turned her head and grinned. "Hey Ally! How was your doctors appointment?"
Ally halted from where she was standing in the kitchen. She wondered how she knew that, when it was only her and Mitchell that had discussed it.
"G-good?" She squeaked before clearing her throat. "Um, how did you know I was at a doctors a-appointment?" She stammered nervously.
Katherine stood up from the couch and shut the TV off; she walked over to the kitchen and leaned onto the counter. Ally subconsciously took a few steps back.
"You told me." She replied in a matter of fact tone.
The brunette shook her head vigorously. "Nope, no I didn't."
Katherine blinked a few times. "You didn't? Someone did…I think it was your friend."
Ally eyed the red head. She almost seemed sincere. But she wasn't buying it. Without getting further into it, she replied, "Oh." And then escaped into her room, feeling a little invaded.
To answer her suspicions she called up Mitchell, who had no idea what she was talking about, and swore he never told Katherine anything.
The whole thing frightened her. Not knowing if her roommate was a stalker or just a creep, she wondered how in the world she would have figured out she was at a doctor's appointment.
She had a bad feeling about her roommate, ever since she came to MUNY. She never left her room. Not even to get something from the kitchen. Seeing her out in the living room freaked her out a lot more than it should have. But honestly there was just something about her that didn't sit right with her.
She stayed up on her laptop for a few more hours before she decided to go to sleep. Granted it was only eight-thirty, she felt exhausted from her eventful day.
She grabbed some PJ's and headed to the bathroom. After stripping out of her day clothes, she stopped and stared at herself in the mirror. She turned to the side and placed her hands on her hips. Her bump was barley noticeable, but she thought of what it would look like in a few months. She was a small girl, and to be carrying twins, she knew her stomach was going to end up being as big as a watermelon, or two. She was hoping that because she was smaller than girls her age that maybe her stomach would tend to not be very large. But that hope was more for if she was only having one child.
After she was dressed she sauntered back into her quaint bedroom and flopped into her bed.
Her mind wandered to what the next few months would be like. How would she finish school? She wasn't sure she would be able to take the stress of school and her pregnancy all at once. Plus, how was she supposed to get a record deal now? No one wants to offer a pregnant teenager a recording contract. She thought. The only reason why she decided to go to MUNY was to get a record deal. But now what? Would she have to return home?
And go through your pregnancy and have your babies with Austin…
But then she remembered Jimmy, and his twisted ways. Was he really so desperate that he would change Austin's number so she couldn't contact him?
She found herself picking up her phone and calling Trish. But when she heard the same thing she heard when she called Austin, she groaned and hung up. She was appalled at how far Jimmy would go to get rid of her entirely. He even made it so she couldn't talk to her best friend! Yet, in the back of her mind, she expected it. She didn't even bother to call Dez, knowing his number was probably disconnected as well. She dialed her fathers' number next. Praying Jimmy didn't get to him.
"Hello?" Answered a somber voice.
"Dad?" She asked into her phone.
"Oh, hi sweetie! How's New York?" He asked.
She bit her lip, and wondered if she should tell her father she's pregnant. But immediately objected to it, knowing he would instantly think she got knocked up in New York. "Um, about that. Do you think I could come home?" She hesitantly asked, realizing that's what she really wanted after she said it. She knew it shouldn't have been that big of a deal that she wanted to leave, considering the school paid for her to come here, and her father didn't have to pay a dime.
She heard her father sigh. "Honey, I would love for you to come home."
"But?" She said feeling like something was keeping her here.
"But honestly I can't afford to buy you a plane ticket at the moment. Business has been really slow here at the store. You're going to have to buy your own ticket home." He said sadly.
Ally began to feel her eyes prick. She sniffed. "Okay. I'll start saving up I guess."
"I'm sorry honey. If it were my choice I'd have you home tomorrow." He replied being completely sincere.
"I know." Ally huffed. "I'll see you soon though, okay?"
"Okay sweetie. Goodnight, love you." He spoke slowly. She could tell he was tired.
"Love you too." She replied before she heard a click.
She set her phone down, and rubbed her eyes, letting out a huge yawn. She thought it wouldn't be too hard for her to save her money for a ticket. She already had some saved, so it wouldn't take that much more for one one-way ticket to Miami.
She rolled over and turned off her light, before shutting her eyes and falling asleep.
Austin was feeling the stress of his life at the moment. He was going over resumes of different songwriters; he didn't like any of them. None of them were Ally. He missed her more than anything right now, not being able to talk everyday like they used to, killed him. Jimmy thought talking to her was a distraction, he was dead wrong. Austin hadn't been able to focus on anything lately. And he was planning on telling Jimmy all about it the next day. As he settled with that idea, he threw the rest of the resume's away. Thinking that if he and Ally got a second chance to make the long-distance partnership work, than he was wasting his time looking for a new one.
The next day Austin walked into Jimmy's office with confidence.
"Jimmy, I don't think Ally was a distraction. If anything, not being able to talk to her is a bigger distraction than she ever was!" He said.
Jimmy didn't look up, from the papers he was looking at. He didn't even listen to him. He simply pointed to a box on his desk. "Take that Austin, it's for you, Trish, and Dez." He mumbled.
He picked up the box hesitantly. "But Jimmy, what about wh-" Austin tried to bring up, before he was rudely interrupted.
"Austin, look at this girl! She's experienced and her songs are absolutely amazing! I think we should hire her." He triumphed, handing Austin the paper he was holding, that happened to be the girl's resume. He shoved it back to him.
"You didn't listen to me! I honestly think that if you gave me and Ally's, partnership another chance, we could make it work!" He huffed.
Jimmy folded his arms. Not looking at all pleased. "Austin, I just so happen to be friends with Charlie Reel. I spoke to him the other day. He told me he had given Ally a recording contract and that he would have her booked for weeks. If she barley had time for you before, she definitely doesn't have any time for you now." He declared in his low voice.
Austin's shoulders slumped. He was honestly happy for Ally. He hadn't heard how her meeting had gone until now. But he was upset that Jimmy wouldn't change his mind. At least he should let him talk to her again. That's all he wanted.
"She's moving up with her career. And so should you. So I need you to forget about Ally, and focus on what really matters." Jimmy said strictly.
The blonde boys blood boiled. Forget Ally? It was a paralyzing thought. He could never do such a thing, not after everything she's done for him.
Jimmy instructed Austin to go home, after telling him he was going to give the songwriter a call. He arrived at home and went straight to his room. He held the box that he was given, and decided to open it.
Inside we're three new IPhones. Then he remembered Jimmy telling him they were for him Dez, and Trish. He looked for his actual phone. But couldn't seem to find it, or remember where he last had it. He picked up one of the boxes that said his name on the front. He took out the phone, to see it had already been programmed for him. He went through his pictures and contacts, which must have been transferred from his old phone. He wondered how Jimmy got a hold of it. He continued to explore it, figuring out what was missing.
Her name in his contact list wasn't there, and every single photo he had of Ally was gone.
Something told him that Jimmy was going to go to a whole new level, to make sure he would forget all about his partner.
A/N:
Gahhh I'm cringing at how terribly I ended this chapter.
*I actually looked up what recordings say when numbers are disconnected so..
**All outfits in this chapter can be looked at on my Polyvore (Link is in the bio)
***I do not own Iphones..
**They are 19 for this story I decided..
**Lombardi is Mitchell's last name, it's Italian I looked it up so Mitchell is Italian (:
So I have a new cycle! Since I have three stories out right now, it will be so much easier for me to do it this way. I will write new chapters and update in this order.
-Falling to Pieces
-My Kryptonite
-Love Bites
PLEASE TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK CAUSE IM GETTING SO LITTLE REVIEWS IT MAKES ME THINK NO ONE LIKES THIS STORY.
(Even though I am strangely obsessed with itt…)
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