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I know I supposed to update Love Bites before this one but the problem was, I have little inspiration for that one, BUT MY MIND WAS GOING TO IMPLODE FROM ALL THE IDEAS FOR THIS STORY. So I figured to start writing on this story, get all my ideas out there and then I could focus on being inspired with my other story.
Chapter Six:
Ally was feeling extra anxious to go out and get a paying job so she could earn some money. The day after Ally was told to save up a plane ticket to fly back home, she filled Mitchell in and told him she needed his help her find a job.
When she came to New York, she had only brought a little money for herself, because when she attended MUNY, they give all their students complementary student debit cards, that were strictly only to be used for essential things like school necessities, such as a musical instrument or anything their teachers required in class, and they could also use them to buy food. It was one of the little perks of going to MUNY. She had actually brought a reasonable amount of money from her job at Sonic Boom, but she had used a portion of it to go shopping before everything happened, and then most of it went towards the expensive medical bill from getting her ultrasound.
Mitchell was a little upset she was trying to leave, but he also understood completely why she couldn't stay. So he agreed to help her out.
They walked together through the big city stopping every now and then at places with help wanted signs on the windows. It wasn't until they came across a high-class fancy restaurant, with a need for some live music, when Ally knew that was exactly the job she could do.
They walked in, the cool air blasting them instantly. It was a gorgeous French inspired venue. The whole room was dark, with a chandelier hanging high above the room. Waiters dressed in tuxes escorted delicious smelling food around to the round clothed tables. There was a grand piano on a small stage in the middle of the room. Ally's eyes brightened.
A small man with a tie came up to them, looking appalled. "Um excuse me, may I help you? Do you have reservations? This is a high-class restaurant." He pinned eyeing Ally and Mitchell's standard clothing.
"Yes, I came to see about the open live music job?" Ally said nervously.
The pristine man looked her up and down once. "Not interested." He replied quickly before turning away.
Mitchell grabbed his arm to stop him and spun him around easily. Mitchell may have been skinny, but he did have some muscle on him.
"Just let her play for you." He pleaded. "You won't be disappointed."
He huffed, before rolling his eyes and glanced at Ally in annoyance. He was desperate to fill the job. So he reluctantly agreed. "You've got 5 minutes to impress me. But so help me god, if you cause any of my customers to run out…" He warned, his blood pressure rising.
Ally grinned in triumph before quickly realizing she had to think of a song to perform. She turned to Mitchell.
"What song do I do?" She asked frantically. Thinking she was seconds away from blowing her shot at this job.
She watched as he bit his lip, trying to think of something, suddenly his eyes lit up.
"Do that song you were working on the other day!" He offered.
Ally shook her head. "I never finished it, plus I think it's too upbeat for this place."
"Then just perform what you got so far and…slow it down!" He said hurriedly before turning her and pushing her towards the stage.
She sat down at the bench. Not knowing if she would be able to pull the song off, but her time was limited so she went with her gut and began playing, remembering to slow the melody down some. The man was standing at the end of the stage, watching her every move, but was looking slightly impressed as her fingers danced across the keys.
She brought her lips close to the microphone, before beginning to sing.
"I'd conjure the thought of being gone, but I'd probably even do that wrong."
Her voice was like silk. Mitchell sat back and watched in awe, as did most of the people in the restaurant.
She took in a breath before singing again. "I try to think about which way," She paused continuing to play the sweet swift melody. "Would I be able to and would I be afraid?"
"Cause oh I'm bleeding out inside. Oh I don't even mind."
The whole restaurant silenced while everybody tried to listen to the young girl play. Her talent, and the passion she held behind every note took them away. Leaving a number of them speechless.
She let the music build, getting ready to belt out the chorus.
"It's all your fault, you called me beautiful. You turned me out and now I can't turn back. I hold my breath, because you were perfect. But I'm running out of air and it's not fair."
From the back, Mitchell was thinking he knew exactly where the lyrics came from. They were obviously about her and Austin, he knew how much she hurt everyday from being away from him, but she would never admit it. She didn't have to anyways; her songs did that for her.
"I'm trying to figure out what else to say, to make you turn around and come back this way."
She could feel the stares on her as she sung, even though her eyes were closed, she didn't mind the attention anymore though, thanks to him.
"I feel like we could be really awesome together. So make up your mind, cause it's now or never."
She played up to the chorus again, her whole body feeling numb from the rush. She thought of him as she sang, her heart panged in her chest.
"It's all your fault, you called me beautiful. You turned me out and now I can't turn back. I hold my breath, because you were perfect. But I'm running out of air and it's not fair."
Her voice held the last word, and started to slowly fade as she stopped playing.
Now this place wasn't like concerts, people weren't going to jump up, and start screaming and cheering. She knew that. But she didn't expect for the whole restaurant to erupt in a loud applause. She glanced at the pristine man, who was also clapping.
He walked over to her and gave her a firm handshake. "Congrats you got the job, be here Monday-Fridays at 6:30 pm sharp, to 8. You'll receive a decent pay by the end of every week, plus any tips you may encounter. Do you have any questions?"
She smiled but nodded quickly. "Yes, what songs can I perform?"
"Anything like what you just played, I'm guessing that was original, but play whatever you want as long as it's appropriate for this place. You can also just play instrumental music every now and then to get a break from singing. Which you are marvelous at by the way."
Ally beamed, grateful he wasn't stuck up all the time. "Thank you sir."
He offered a small grin back, but then eyed her clothing choice again. "Oh and be sure to dress more appropriately. Anything formal."
She nodded again, thinking of a few dresses that could already wear, without having to go out to buy anything. She would be home in no time.
Mitchell greeted her by the exit with a huge bear hug.
"That was so amazing!" He cheered. "I think that was my first Ally D. concert."
She laughed. "Well if you liked what you saw you can come see me live weekdays from 6:30 to 8!" She boasted.
"Yeah I don't know this place is a little out of my budget." He teased.
She was happy things were looking up for her. She was hoping to be flying home in 3 weeks tops.
She also knew that she couldn't stall with getting the ticket, because if she waited to long, she wouldn't be able to go on an airplane once she reached a certain stage in her pregnancy.
They took a cab back to the school; once they got there Mitchell offered to walk her to her dorm room. She declined, knowing it would be a much farther walk for him, since the boys and girls dorms were on opposite sides of the MUNY campus.
She got into her room and showered. Before having a small snack and heading off to bed.
She woke up the next morning with a groan, remembering she had classes today.
Ally straightened out her pink floral dress, before putting on a denim jacket, due to the chill weather outside. She had already pulled on her nude wedge heels, and fixed her hair and makeup, putting in some blue-rose earrings to finish up her outfit. She started to exit her room but was stopped by an unfamiliar box on her dresser with a note beside it. She picked up the note first.
A little gift to congratulate you on your new job, the pregnancy with the twins, and because of what a fabulous friend you are! Xx Mitchell
She read over the note slightly confused, wondering what compelled him to get her something even though he was with her when she found out about the twins. She shrugged thinking that Mitchell was always full of surprises. She eyed the black velvet box, hoping he didn't spend a fortune on whatever it was. When she opened it she was breathless to see an intercut golden locket. She traced its detail, admiring its beauty. It looked like a fortune to her disappointment. But decided against it thinking Mitchell wouldn't have spent that much on her, and he probably found it at a farmers market or something. She smiled as she clasped it around her neck.
She met with Mitchell at a small café by their school. He offered her a muffin, which she politely declined, not feeling so good that morning. He nodded, understanding. Before they went to separate classes she said a quick "Thank you," for his gift and gave him a quick kiss on his cheek. He looked at her confused. But she brushed it off, thinking he was just playing dumb.
She wasn't looking forward to her classes today. It was her official first day going to school knowing that she was pregnant. She wasn't planning on letting the entire student body know, but it made her slightly nervous and caused her to look at everything differently, perhaps more cautiously.
She had managed through her first few classes, until she got to her vocal class. It was going fine until her teacher received a phone call, telling Ally the principal wanted to see her in his office immediately.
The hallway's seemed a lot longer than unusual to Ally as she was making her way to the principal's office. She was chewing her thumbs as she walked, not knowing why Mr. Jones wanted to see her. It was a Monday morning, barley anything had happened in school yet. But she had a strange feeling she was in trouble, yet there was no reason why she would be. That's what every student thinks when in these situations, your thoughts immediately go over everything bad you've done in your life. Ally took a deep breath trying to assure herself that there was nothing she had to fear. But she was still curious.
When she had arrived to the big red door that read "Principal Jones's Office," She gently twisted the brass doorknob, peeking in to see the furrowed brows of a bald headed man that was studying his monitor in front of him.
She cleared her throat nervously. "Mr. Jones? You wanted to see me?"
He glanced up at the awaiting brunette. He sighed a shook his head in dismay. "Come in Miss Dawson. Take a seat." He ordered in a monotone voice, making the pit of Ally's stomach twist.
She sat down in the maroon cushioned chair, crossing her legs. She waited patiently for the stubby man in front of her to speak up, or at least look at her.
"Do you know why you're here, Miss Dawson?" He asked.
She shook her head. Honestly not having the slightest clue.
He eyed her carefully, before glancing at the pendant around her neck.
"I think you do." He remarked rather coldly.
She timidly flinched at his tone. "I swear sir, I really don't."
He pressed his thin lips together. "Miss Katherine," He called.
Ally scrunched her eyebrows in confusion, before a door in the room opened up, and her suspicious roommate stepped in.
He looked pointedly at her necklace, before looking back at the red head. "Is that it?"
Katherine looked at her neck and widened her eyes. "Yes! That's my grandmothers necklace!"
"Miss Dawson are you aware that necklace you're wearing was stolen from Miss Clarkson over here?
Ally shook her head vigorously, at his accusation of her being a thief. "No, this was given to me by a friend."
The principal tightened his glare. "Who?"
"Um, Mit-Mitchell L-Lombardi." She stuttered feeling incredibly uncomfortable, by the bald mans stare.
He picked up his phone and clicked a few buttons on his computer keyboard, before dialing in a number. "Yes, please send Mr. Lombardi to my office right away." He ordered before ending the call.
"Miss Dawson I would like you to keep quiet when he arrives." He instructed strictly.
Ally nodded faintly, confused at everything happening.
After a few minutes, Mitchell opened the door and walked in, looking wide eyed when he saw Ally and her weird roommate.
"What's going on?" He questioned.
"Mr. Lombardi, could you tell me if the necklace around Miss Dawson's neck looks familiar too you?" Mr. Jones asked harshly.
Mitchell stepped back with his eyebrows up. He went around Ally and peered at the gold locket.
"Um, no not really. She was wearing it this morning but that was the first time I've seen it." He said honestly shrugging his shoulders lightly. He wasn't getting the significance to the question.
Ally turned in her chair and gaped at him. "B-but there was a note on my dresser this m-morning!" She twisted back to face the principal with pleading eyes. "It was signed from him!"
It had to have been from him she thought. The note mentioned her pregnancy with the twins, something that only Mitchell would know.
Katherine crossed her arms. "Do you still have the note?" She pressed. Something in her eye knowingly.
Ally opened her mouth slightly, and then swallowed. "Yeah, it's in my room. I left it on my dresser. There's also a box that the necklace came in."
Principal Jones nodded. "Mr. Lombardi you may return to class now."
The brunette boy placed a hand on his friends shoulder before awkwardly exiting the office.
"Girls, why don't we take a walk down to your dorm room."
When they arrived at their dorm room, Mr. Jones told Ally to bring out the note and box.
She ran into her room hurriedly, knowing exactly where she placed them. But when she went to retrieve them from her dresser where she distinctly remembered leaving them, the note and the box were nowhere to be seen. It was as if they were never there.
She began searching frantically around for them, thinking that they were knocked off somehow. They couldn't have been gone she thought. They were right here.
After tearing apart her bedroom, with no hint of either the note or the box, she walked back out to the living room, where Mr. Jones and Katherine were waiting.
Katherine wore a spine tingling evil smirk across her lips. Ally's eyes opened wide in realization.
"Well?" Mr. Jones asked impatiently.
"Mr. Jones!" She waved her hands up to explain. "The box and the note disappeared! It was all her! Katherine did everything, she planted the necklace and wrote the note and-"
"Miss Dawson!" Interrupted the rambling brunette. "This is a top rated school, and I will not tolerate thievery! If you do not posses the box and note you speak of, I have no choice but to expel you from the Music University of New York!" He announced in anger.
"What? No Mr. Jones-" Ally panicked trying to object.
"Return what rightfully belongs to Miss Clarkson, and pack up your things! I want you out of this dorm by the morning!" He boomed.
At that moment her entire world came crashing down. Her heart jumped in her throat, and her breathing became uneven.
After the door was slammed closed, she looked up and glared at smirking Katherine.
"Why?" She spat. She wanted answers so why she would stage her like that to get expelled.
She shrugged her shoulders. "You were my competition." She replied simply. She laughed a laugh dripping with venom.
Ally scoffed. "So? This whole school's your competition! Why me?"
Katherine's eyes grew dark. "Did you know, that on the list to get an audition I was number eleven? I was one spot away from getting picked to get an audition, and you took that away from me!"
Ally blinked in astonishment. That was no reason for her to get her expelled. This chick was definitely crazy, but she still didn't understand why she chose now after the auditions, after Charlie already signed Zoey.
She clenched her teeth as she remembered that two-faced blonde. Was everyone here so desperate to get discovered that they sabotaged anyone that had to compete with? She guessed so, since Katherine was example B in that theory.
She didn't want to stand in front of her any longer. She yanked off the necklace and threw it at her, before she pushed passed her and went straight for her bedroom slamming the door behind her. Apparently she had some packing to do.
A small tear rolled down her face as she took out her suitcases. She didn't know where she was going to go. She didn't have the money yet to fly home, and now since she was most likely going to be cut off of her student debit card, she would need money to buy herself food, and money for a place to stay. She wasn't going to live on city streets, so with the little money she had she rested on trying to find a cheap motel, until she could look for other places.
A few hours later her door was barged open, she almost started to yell at the person, thinking it was Katherine, but she turned her face to meet concerned baby blue eyes.
He didn't say anything, but she broke down in tears and sobbed, while he put his arms around her. He didn't know what happened. But he had a bad feeling it wasn't good. He looked over her head, and his stomach dropped at the sight of her packed suitcases on her bed.
"W-why is your stuff all packed up? Why are you leaving?" He stammered, knowing that she couldn't have been going to Miami yet, so something else was up.
She took in a sharp breath, trying to calm her shaky breathing. "I-I got e-expelled."
He gaped at her. "For what?"
Ally sat down with him and explained everything that happened, starting when she found the necklace in her room that morning with a note saying it was a gift from him. After she finished, Mitchell let out a loud groan and held his head in his hands.
He stood up abruptly. "Ugh! It's my fault! I should have just lied and said I've seen the necklace! Then you wouldn't be in this mess and you wouldn't be expelled-"
Ally stood up and shook him to try to claim his focus. She didn't want him to blame himself. But she knew he felt responsible when his blue eyes were glimmering, and about to pool over.
"No Mitch, you couldn't have known! It wasn't your fault it was Katherine's! Please don't blame yourself, I couldn't live with myself if you did." She said slowly before wrapping her arms around his lean torso.
He rested his cheek on her head. Before he let go and stared at her. "Where are you going to go?" He asked.
She shrugged her shoulders. "I'm going to try to find a cheap motel, until I can earn some more money."
He shook his head violently. "No, I don't trust you staying at a place like that by yourself, it's too risky."
"Then where do you think I should stay Mitch? In the streets?" Her brown eyes searched him for answers.
He stroked his chin with his lips in a thin line. A huge grin suddenly appeared.
"Remember how I told you that I came to New York for a few months a couple years ago?" He asked.
Ally nodded, she remembered him telling her about that when they met on the airplane.
"Well I had a small one bedroom apartment in this place, and it was super cheap, but it's not in any bad neighborhood. It's not the greatest, but I think you could afford it. I'll even help you for the first few months of rent until you get more money." He offered.
She looked at him unsurely. She didn't know if she wanted to rent an apartment, but after thinking about it, it was going to take her a little more time to get the money for the plane ticket when she would have to spend money on food and rent. So she nodded her head reluctantly.
"Sure. Do you think you can take me there now? I want to get settled before my job tonight."
Mitchell helped carry her things, as they loaded it all in a cab. He told the cab driver the name of the place and he started to drive. When they arrived, they were at a run down rusty building. There were broken windows, dimmed lights, and graffiti covering the faded brick walls. Ally gulped glancing at Mitchell, who was also staring at the building.
He gave her a sheepish shrug. "I guess I remembered it being a little nicer than this, I'm sorry you don't have to-"
She held up her hand. "It's okay, it's probably the best I'm going to get anyways."
They walked in together, each of them carrying one of her bags. She walked up to a lady in a brown uniform, behind the front desk. She held a cigarette between her fingers; she brought it to her lips, before puffing a gust of smoke into the air, making Ally cough.
"Can I help you?" She asked in a grudge voice.
She waved her hand around trying to clear the air, before replying. "Yeah I was wondering how much it is to rent a place here?"
Her gray eyes glanced from Ally to Mitchell standing behind her. "For the both of you?"
She shook her head. "No just me."
"Well we have a couple rooms available, rent would be 120$ a month." She said smacking her bright pink brittle lips.
She nodded, deciding she could afford that. It almost seemed like too much for the condition the place was in.
"Okay, I'll take it." She said hesitantly.
She held out her hand. "I'll need one month's rent before I can show you your room."
Her mouth gaped open; she didn't have that money right now. Before she could object Mitchell was handing the lady his credit card.
"What are you doing?" She asked sharply.
"I told you, I was going to help you."
She opened her mouth again, but closed it knowing how adamant Mitch could be. So if he wanted to pay her rent he was going to pay her rent, without being open for discussion.
She scanned his card; pressing a few keys into the ancient computer, before handing her a key. "You're in room A17."
They nodded grimly. Taking her luggage, they started down the dusty hall. They glanced at every door until they came across a door that had A 7 on the front of it. The one was missing, but the outline of it where it used to be was still faintly visible.
She pushed the key and wiggled it. She tried to open the door but it wouldn't budge. Mitchell handed her bag to her, before he twisted the key again and gave the door a hard shove with his shoulder.
The door creaked open. Ally timidly walked into the dark musty room, felt the wall for a light switch, and clicked it on.
The room lit up dimly, due to its poor light bulbs. She gasped at the room in front of her. It was one large room, a small kitchen in one corner with only a rusted refrigerator and a utility sink. In the other corner was a single twin bed with a thin mattress. There was a torn stained couch against one wall, and a small uneven table in the middle of the room. The floorboards creaked as they stepped in.
They both remained silent. Ally took in a big breath. Remembering it was only temporary until she could fly home. She had to get home. There was no way in hell she would have her babies in this environment.
She placed her bags down by the door. She did a 360 scan of the room. "Is there even a bathroom?"
Mitchell put her bags on floor next to the other ones. He glanced around the room, before walking to a darker corner. He looked back at her. "I think this is it right here."
She went over to him, looking over his shoulder to see what he was talking about. Sure enough there was a dark moldy door that she didn't notice before.
He pushed it open, revealing a cramped room that would be more appropriate as a closet. There was a drained toilet, and a small shower basically on top of each other; they were so close. The door barley had enough room to open.
Ally scrunched her nose. "Great now I get to be claustrophobic when I pee." She moaned.
Mitch shrugged. "It's better than living on the streets though."
She gave him a pointed look. "Not by much. And this costs me money." She said in disgust.
His blue eyes softened. "Will you be okay?"
She huffed, and slowly sat on the beaten couch. "I hope so."
He walked over a kissed her head, saying he needed to leave sadly. He didn't want to leave her, but this place was far from the school and she knew he had classes tomorrow.
Once he reluctantly left. She sighed; feeling overwhelmed all of the sudden. She held her head in her hands, letting out a stressed scream, not caring who heard her.
She curled up on the couch, feeling all of the emotion she kept bundled up let out, as she quietly sobbed about her newly acquainted hell.
A/N:
Well that was a drastic turn of events… But this is where the story is going to take off. Trust me things are coming.
I have so much inspiration for this story it's like over flowing. So the next chapter should be up rather quickly.
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The song is called "It's All Your Fault" by P!nk
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