Thank you so much for the reviews I'm glad none of you hated me too much…
So I realized something…
Through out this whole story I have been spelling Ally's daughters name wrong.
How awkward is that
Her name is Aylia, but I've been spelling it Aliya… its pronounced "AY-LY-UH"
And for her son Aiden is pronounced. "AY-DEN"
If anyone was wondering the cover picture is what they are going to look like when they're like 2 or 3 years old. Yes there going to be fraternal. But she hasn't even had them yet so…
Thanks again…
Chapter eleven:
It's never easy speaking at a funeral. As your walking up to the podium, your throat starts to tighten, your palms begin to sweat, and you have to blink rapidly to hold back your tears long enough to even get to speak.
Or at least, that's how it was for Ally.
All at once she was facing every single person in the room, she didn't know any of them. The whole room went silent, and you couldn't hear anything apart from the once in a while outburst of a sob.
The brunette's puffy eyes met with all the strangers in the room. They didn't know who she was either, all except for his mother. She was the one who wanted her to speak in the first place.
She gulped harshly, pondering her mind for something to say, for anything to say for that matter. She had been standing up there staring for longer than she should have been. She drew in a quick breath before starting to speak.
"I-um… Hi everyone." She flustered awkwardly. The room stayed silent.
She let out a nervous laugh, and then scolded herself mentally. "I'm sorry." She quickly apologized, looking down at her feet.
"I don't really know what to say…So I guess I'll start by telling you all how I first met Mitchell."
She looked into the unmoving crowd. She decided that it was her green light to continue.
"Mitchell and I met 6 months ago on a airplane here to New York. We had sat next to each other, and as soon as he introduced himself, there was an immediate connection. We had talked through out the whole flight and almost instantly we were best friends. And it got even better when we found out we would be attending the same music school."
She smiled weakly remembering how much fun it was the first few months at MUNY with him before she got framed and kicked out. The memories were mostly a blur now.
"Ever since we met I can honestly say that Mitchell was always there for me when I needed him. Always.
"He went with me to my first ultrasound when I first found out I was pregnant because the father isn't around."
"He helped me find a place to live when I was kicked out of MUNY, and he also helped me find a job."
"He bought me clothes, he bought me things for my apartment… The only thing he didn't buy me was my plane ticket to go back to Miami… That's when I put my foot down.
She let out a small laugh, and then tucked her hair behind her ear.
"So instead he bought me two new cribs, when I decided I was going to stay in New York to have the babies."
She had cracked a smile, but it quickly dropped when she continued to think of him.
"He had just gotten a record deal, just about two weeks ago…"
She paused for a moment, trying to control her tears before continuing.
"He was supposed to leave for L.A and start on his new career, live his dream…" She trailed off thinking of his baby blues she missed so much.
"He had offered to stay… He was willing to turn down his record deal and stay with me until I had the twins. So I wouldn't be alone."
She bit her lip hard, trying to stay calm. Her throat was closing up.
"I couldn't let him do that though. I couldn't be that selfish."
She took in a deep breath. The air wisped through her lips shakily, she gripped the sides of the podium.
"For once in my life I wish I had been selfish…I wish I made him stay…"
The tears spilled over freely down her cheeks now. "He'd probably still be here… If I told him to stay."
Her head turned, and met the portrait of him sitting on a table with flowers.
"Why couldn't have I been selfish? Just once…I'm sorry." She shook her head madly before hitting the hard wood of the podium. Her head dropped down as she broke down crying. She felt an unfamiliar hand reach her back. It rubbed in small circles, in a way that reminded her how Mitchell used to do the same thing.
She lifted her head a turned to meet Mitchell… Or at least that's who she thought it was at first. He looked just like him, only older. He had the same features, the same brown spiked hair, the same tanned skin, same dimples and high cheekbones… He even had the same baby blues, only his weren't covered with turquoise contacts.
Ally's breath hitched for a moment. The resemblance was uncanny. They could have been twins. She shook her head and turned to the mic to finish her speech.
"Mitchell died a hero. He saved a girl from being beaten to death. He was always thinking of others, that's who he was, and he will be always remembered. I'll talk about him to my children, so they'll know all about him, so they'll know how amazing he was. May he rest in peace. Thank you."
The emotional brunette turned her head once more over to the portrait on the table. A single tear rolled down her cheek as she admired the photograph.
"I'll miss you Mitch…" She carefully whispered, gently kissing her fingertips and pressing them to Mitchell's cheek in the photo.
There were a few more speakers after her. Ally found herself crying through almost every single one. She had found a seat in the back, secluded from the groups of his friends and family that she didn't know. A few of the strangers came up to her, letting her know that her speech touched them and, Mitchell was lucky to have a friend like her for the last months of his life. She didn't quite know what to say in reply to them, so she stuck with giving them a polite smile and nod and an occasional 'Thank you' to satisfy.
After the memorial she had wandered over to the snack table, being 8 months pregnant she was hungry enough for three. As she hungrily eyed some frosted crackers, a person came up beside her.
"He would have appreciated your speech…"
The voice startled the brunette causing her to slightly jump. She turned to meet the familiar face that pained her to see.
"Oh…" she breathed. "Thank you."
He smirked slightly, and pointed down to her stomach. "When are you due?"
She glanced down as if she didn't know what he was talking about, then brought herself to meet his familiar baby blues.
"May 25th." She said feeling her stomach clench, it was less than a month away, and she wasn't exactly thinking she was ready to have two babies by herself in small place in New York. She wanted them to be born in Miami, where she was born. Where their father was born…
He let out a low whistle. "It's coming up…"
She sighed heavily. "I know…believe me."
The gentleman cleared his throat. "I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Connor. I'm Mitchell's older brother."
She bit her lip and tried not to scream. "I can tell. You guys look alike."
He chuckled lowly. "I've heard that before."
The knot inside Ally's stomach continued to tighten. It was all too much. The way he laughed was even the same.
"Look Connor, It was really nice to meet you but I really should be going…" She said while trying to step aside him, but he simply took a step in the same direction, blocking her. He held up his hand.
"Can I walk you home?"
She wanted to flat out scream 'No' right there and then. But something was holding back her voice. Why couldn't she just reject him and walk away? It became very difficult for her to swallow suddenly.
She nodded.
He grinned; sending shivers down her spine, and began guiding her through the crowd till they reached the exit.
She mentally kicked herself. This was not the situation she wanted to be in right now. She knew Mitchell, sure this guy looked like him, but she didn't know him, she couldn't even remember Mitch ever talking about him.
The thought suddenly caused her curiosity to spike.
They were walking slowly down a wide sidewalk, which Ally was thankful for, she stayed on the other side furthest away from him, not wanting to be any closer to him.
It was deadly silent, so Ally decided to speak up.
"I didn't know Mitchell had a brother…"
His face turned and glanced at the small petite pregnant girl, and then returned to looking at the cement.
She wasn't trying to sound rude, or hurt his feelings. She was only curious. She had heard about his older sister, who died in a car crash when she was eleven, but Mitch had never brought up his currently living brother who could pass for his twin.
Connor was keeping silent.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know he just never told me he had a brother."
A soft breeze wisped by and played with her loose brown locks, making them dance around her face. She noticed a faraway look in his eyes.
"It's fine. I shouldn't have expected that he would have brought me up anyway."
She pursed her pink lips, and scrunched her eyebrows together. There was something off about it all. She wasn't really sure if it was her business, but she decided to go for it anyway.
"Did something happen between you two?"
He shook his head. "Not really. We just had a falling out a few years back that's all."
He was avoiding the subject; she knew right away there was a lot more to it. She would have pressed it further but she reminded herself that this wasn't Mitchell. She didn't know him.
She stopped. "I'm sorry."
Connor turned and gave her a questioning look. "Why? It's no big deal-"
"No." She interrupted. "I can't do this. It's too much, you're too much like him."
The blue-eyed man gaped his mouth open slightly, before bringing his hand up and scratching his chin.
"I'm just walking you home…"
Ally suddenly went off. "I don't know you! And seeing you right now is really painful for me because it's like I'm looking at him. So I don't need any one to replace my best friend I just want to be alone-"
"Did you ever think that you're heavily pregnant and someone just wanted to make sure you got home safe?" He yelled over her, cutting her short of her rant.
She looked up at him guiltily. She sighed, feeling incredibly stupid.
The tension was thick now. She had made everything awkward by assuming the wrong thing. There's good ol' Ally Dawson for ya.
"No." She whispered softly. "I guess not."
The look on his face softened. He found himself staring at the piece of hair out of place, hanging carelessly in front of her eyes, which were staring at her feet below her, refusing to meet his gaze.
His hand unconsciously reached for the strand and tucked it behind her ear. Her brown eyes popped up at his touch, and finally met his baby blues.
They stared for a moment before his eyes widened at realization of what he just did.
"Oh…I'm sorry." He stammered, feeling uncomfortably nervous suddenly.
"It's fine." She said with a soft reassuring smile, letting him know that he did no harm. "Will you walk me the rest of the way home?"
He grinned before nodding, and walking down the wide sidewalk again, only this time she was walking closer to him.
Right, left, right, turn, right, left, right, turn…
Austin's knuckled were now beginning to ache due to how tightly he had been clenching his fists.
Turn, right, left, right…
His mind was shaking from all the confusion, the anger, and all the desperation he was feeling. He didn't care anymore. He could mentally feel the certain photograph folded in his front jean pocket as if it were burning him.
Right, left, right, turn…
He had to know the truth. He couldn't stand not knowing anymore. He was going to risk everything and he didn't care he just needed to know.
Then why didn't he just break down the door and confront Jimmy?
He had no idea. He had been making a hole beneath him from where he had been pacing for the past ten minutes. He needed to stop. He needed to breath.
He sneakers halted and shifted over so he could lean against the wall. His hands unclenched and rested on top of his head. He needed to breathe.
He let air slowly come in through his nose, and then blew it out through his mouth as if trying to carefully blow out a candle.
This is it. Just do it.
His feet suddenly sprang from his position and he barged through the wooden office door.
"Jimmy I need to talk to you-" He trailed off. There was no one there.
He cursed under his breath. Letting out the actual breath of air he had been unconsciously holding this whole time. The pressure from his chest faded away. But his problem didn't.
He had woken up this early Sunday morning and was prepared to confront Jimmy on the whole "Ally pregnancy" thing, to see if he knew anything about it. He did say he was keeping in touch with Ally's manager Charlie Reel.
The blonde boy let out another huff and then proceeded over to Jimmy's chair behind his desk. He figured wherever Jimmy was, that he would get here eventually and Austin was prepared to wait here until he did.
He wiggled in the office chair and got himself comfortable. His eyes wandered the room. The walls were covered in everything that involved his career. On one wall his album covers, another his poster with all of his tour dates. He began in a few weeks, his first concert being here in Miami. Jimmy had made this tour completely packed. His concerts were literally only a day or two apart each. So he would be traveling almost every night, leading up to his last concert in Albany. Where he would get to see Ally again, if Jimmy were to let him out of his sight.
He continued to let his eyes roam around the room until they landed on the wooden desk in front of him. There were piles on piles of papers, folders, and envelopes; he wondered how Jimmy managed to become so unorganized.
He leaned back in the chair, causing it to squeak. His mouth opened a mile wide in a yawn and he casually tried to prop his feet up on the table. Key word: tried.
His heel missed the actual table by a millimeter. He had aimed to rest them on a stack of papers that weren't fully on the table, deceiving him. The force of his feet causes the whole pile to flip over and explode onto the floor.
He cursed while scrambling up, trying to gather the papers and folders back together when he stops shuffling suddenly as one of the folders catches his eye.
His entire being froze as he read the tab: Ally Dawson
The blondes brown eyes widened to the size of golf balls.
Why does Jimmy have a file for Ally?
He slowly stood, the file gripped in his hands. He gulped slowly before flipping it open and reading her file over.
It was mostly personal information. He skimmed over her medical history and her social security number along with her birth certificate. He continued to flip through the file until it opened to a particular page. He casually read it over and then suddenly stopped, his breath hitched.
Austin froze entirely. His eyes were glued to that one page, and then the folder slipped through his hands and scattered onto the floor.
What the hell.
I hope this chapter wasn't too terrible. I'm sorry it was so short
I have been really busy with school and then I dislocated my elbow and I wasn't able to type. ..
But now I have a buttload of inspiration for this story so it should take this story on a whole new turn.. A good one I hope.
I'M TURNING 16 NEXT TUESDAY! Whoop whoop
Let me know what you guys think of Connor (;
Please review it would make me happy happy
~Sydney