Hey! Shout outs to: SmileyAuslly, LoveShipper, StarLights145, MoonDust198, SnowQueen135, PhoenixFeathers246, Mrs. Eaton138, Mrs. Clace159 and all the guests. Here is chapter 9. Also, I want to wish my best friend, Lilly5603 a.k.a Amrita a.k.a Effie a wonderful birthday today. Happy Brithday!
I bolted out of bed.
"Ally?" my dad called. I went down in my sleepwear.
"Yeah?" I said. He put down the phone.
"Your teacher said that you don't have to go to school today," he said, "I have to go now. I have a big conference in New York," he said. He took his suitcase and went outside to the car. I sighed, and sat down on the couch. Then, the doorbell rang. I got up to answer it. I opened the door. There was a teenage boy and a little girl standing there. I've never seen them before, and then, I remembered that there was a family moving here today.
"Hey," the little girl said, smiling, "I'm Marge," she said, with a hint of a French accent, "And this is my brother, Wally," she said, gesturing to the boy. His hair was in a bowl cut, like the ones the Beatles had in their early years. He frowned and crossed his arms.
"Adopted brother and her name is Marguerite," Wally said in an Australian accent.
"Um, hi. I'm Ally," I said. They really did not look alike. And Wally was grumpier than the Grinch that stole Christmas.
"Enchanté de faire votre connaissance," she said and began to babble more French. I heard Wally groan and mutter 'Stupid French' I spoke French, so I knew what she was saying. It was mostly that she thought that I looked beautiful.
"Merci," I said. She gasped.
"Vous parlez français!?" she said. Wally groaned again.
"Um, excuse me," I looked up to see Austin moving past me. Marge gasped again.
"C'est ton copain! Il est très beau," she said.
"Merci," Austin said, "Puis-je avoir un mot avec ma copine seule, si vous n'avez pas l'esprit?" Marge nodded and grabbed Wally. They left and closed the door.
"I am not your girlfriend," I said. Austin raised an eyebrow, before he plopped on the couch.
"I have a proposition for you," he said. I looked at him.
"What kind of proposition?" I asked, warily.
"Be my fake girlfriend," he said.
"No," I said, immediately. Austin tsked.
"You haven't heard what I had to offer," he said.
"Is it money? Because if it is, then I say no," I said. Austin laughed.
"No, it's not that. You're a lot of things, but Stupid is clearly not one of them," he said. I shrugged.
"Fine, what is it?" I said. Austin's mouth curved a little in the corner.
"How about a record deal? And a one-way ticket to Yale," he said. I paused to reconsider. Those things were two things that I wanted all my life. How did he..? Oh right, the jerk read my diary. I thought of it.
"What is expected of me?" I asked. Austin nodded slowly.
"Well, I'll take you out on dates; you spend time with me at school and a few kisses here and there. You'll have to sleep at my house sometimes," he said. I swallowed.
"Nothing is going to happen during those 'sleepovers' right?" I said. He smiled.
"No, not unless you want to," he emphasized the last words. I shook my head furiously. He smiled and leaned back.
"So, do we have a deal?" he said, smiling like a cat that got the cream. He knows that he has me pinned like a butterfly to a board. Part of me wanted to say no, to slap that grin off his little, rock star face, but I swallowed my pride and hung my head in defeat.
"Yes," I said. I took his outstretched hand and shook it. What did I just do?
I sat down on my room and turned on my CD that I recorded with some songs that I liked.
I saw you there, so beautiful
You stopped and stared, so magical
Then you asked me for my name
And we took an uptown train
Before you leave, get up to go
I wanna know
Do you like Shakespeare? Jeff Buckely?
Watching movies on Sunday?
Do you like kissing when it's raining?
Making faces in the station?
Do you like, I need to know
What do you like? before you go
You walk me home, so wonderful
It starts to snow, it's incredible
Now we're walking up my street
And you slowly turn to me
You're three inches from my lips
But before we do this
Do you like Shakespeare? Jeff Buckely?
Watching movies on Sunday?
Do you like kissing when it's raining?
Making faces in the station?
Do you like, I need to know
What do you like? before you go, oh oh
Show me the place where you come from
And the places you dream of
I wanna know everything you are
But before we get that far
What do you like, I need to know
What do you like, before you go
Do you like Shakespeare? Jeff Buckely?
Watching movies on Sunday?
Do you like kissing when it's raining?
Making faces in the station?
Cause I like Shakespeare? Jeff Buckely?
Watching movies on Sunday?
Do you like kissing when it's raining?
Making faces in the station?
Do you like, yea yea yea yea
I turned off the radio and stared at the ceiling, before I heard someone ring the doorbell downstairs. What the hell? It's nine in the night. I hastily put on jeans and a T shirt. I went downstairs and threw open the door. It was Austin.
"You have to go by my house," he said.
"Sure," I said, slowly.
I looked around at Austin's room which was bigger that my house. I sat down on his carpet.
"You know, you can sleep on my bed," he said. I shook my head and lay down on the soft carpet.
"Nope, I like the carpet," I said and lay down to sleep.
So, what do you think?