Here's Chapter 2, as promised. Thanks for the positive feedback.

Isn't 7 supposed to be a lucky number? Well it sure wasn't lucky for her.

7

She got 7 numbers.

And half of them weren't legible.

After that whole car incident thing, Ally drove as fast as she could to The Roast (the coffee place that she had finally learned the name of). When she got there, she quickly ordered a mocha frappe and sat down. She studied the few numbers on her arm. Why did she even write down the number? She slumped in her chair a bit more as her mind drifted to the awkward blonde boy. Its just that something about him intrigued her, (maybe it was the unusual blondeness of his hair). She was so deep in thought that she didn't even notice her best friend walk through the door (and Trish always makes an entrance). Trish ordered her coffee and pulled up a seat next to Ally, who was still consumed by her arm.

Trish raised an eyebrow before finally asking. "Um Ally?" Ally's head shot up and her eyes widened in surprise at the sight of her best friend. "What are you doing?"

Ally blinked a few times before shaking her head slightly. "Nothing why?" Trish shot her a deadpanned look as she took a sip of her coffee. Ally and Trish had been best friends for almost 6 years now, and they knew how to tell when the other one was lying. Just like Trish figured out when Ally lied about how great she looked in her polka dot skirt.

It wasn't pretty.

Ally looked down at the table. Might as well tell her. She uncovered her arm and showed Trish the messy penmanship on her arm. Trish's eyes widened in shock and almost spit out her coffee. "Ally! Is that a phone number?" She had an excited glint in her eyes.

Ally bit her bottom lip slightly before giving her friend a wary smile. "Well sort of." She awkwardly chuckled a bit before looking down at her shoes and pulling her lips in a tight line.

Trish slammed her coffee cup on the table and droplets of coffee flew out of her cup. She shot Ally a blank look.

"Spill it."

/

"I don't even know what happen! He was like bouncing around in the car and just wouldn't stop! He was making me switch lanes and follow someone and it was just so crazy!" Austin's mother huffed out her last sentence before looking at the doctor. "I'm just a little worried doc."

Austin rolled his eyes and looked away. She was over exaggerating everything. I mean sure he ran around his car and stuff, and like jerked the wheel away from his mom to get next to this car.

Ok she should've called 911 on his ass.

The overly tall male doctor smiled and nodded. "Do you mind if I talk to Austin alone for a second?" Austin's mom shut up for a bit and shrugged her shoulders.

"I guess, but can you figure out why he's acting like this? It just happened out of nowhere and-" Austin's mother got cut off by the doctor who literally had to shove her out of the room.

"Yes yes, will do. Hurry off now," He slammed the door in her face before turning to Austin. "Your mom can really be a handful." He chuckled lightly.

Austin let a smile laugh erupt from his mouth. "Yeah she just likes to run her mouth." The doctor smiled and pulled up a small stool as he sat across him.

"So your mother seems to think that you've gone crazy," The doctor (who after 17 years, the name still remained unknown to Austin) said. He grabbed his binder and a pen and started to jot a few notes down. "So run by me what happened today," he said.

Austin just shrugged and sighed. "I mean you already got most of it." He closed his eyes slightly before starting.

"So we were on our way to this appointment at around 6 something? 7 something? I'm not really sure. Oh and by the way, why on earth would you open your office at 5 in the morning? Like come on man," Austin replied as he kept on rambling.

The doctor raised his eyebrows with amusement. "Austin?" The blonde looked up abruptly, his eyes wide. "Would you mind getting on with the story?" Austin scratched the back of his neck nervously before nodding.

"So we were in the car and everything, and we were just about here. That was when I got really bored and just started looking around. And that's when I saw this girl." Austin smiled slightly at the memory of the cute girl in the car. " She was rocking out to some Led Zeppelin song, had her hair all messed up, and just had this huge smile on her face like she didn't care about anything else. And I usually wouldn't care or would just let it pass through my mind, but she was just," he rambled on and then gave a long sigh.

"So gorgeous," he said in a small whisper as he leaned his head back and closed his eyes.

He allowed his head to tilt to the side as he continued., "So then when the light turned green, " he chuckled nervously, " I kind of made my mom merge lanes to follow that girl. Then I followed her and merged lanes again so that I could be next to her again." He looked down at his shoelaces, because at this time they were just oh so interesting.

He silently thought about the next part. He kind of laughed at the thought of what he did. Why did he even give her his number? Wasn't It supposed to be that she gave him her number? He knew that wouldn't happen though. She probably didn't feel this odd connection between them. In fact, he's not surprised that she just didn't run the red light and drive away as fast as she could.

Cause I mean, who wouldn't when they're being hit on in a car?

Austin moved himself so that his back was leaning against the wall as he sat on the doctors bench operation thingy. He took a long breath before explaining to the doctor what happened. "I was next to her again, and I kind of gave her my number," he said, questioning his own thoughts.

The doctors eyebrows shot up as he nodded. "Anything else?"

Austin shook his head. "Nothing really important."

The doctor nodded and closed his book. "Well, good news! You're not exactly crazy." He smiled at the emotionless boy in front of him.

Austin raised his eyebrows slightly. "So I'm just dumb then?"

The doctor smiled and shook his head. "Nope. Just in love," He smiled as he heard the boy groan. The doctor stood up and placed a hand on the doorknob. "Well, same thing."

After the doctor exited the room, he couldn't help but to laugh as he looked back at the boy, sinking down in his seat.

/

"I think that's a 7!"

"No wait that's definitely a 9."

"Are you sure?"

Ally confidently nodded. "Yeah, I remembered that because I made the little 789 joke in my head when I wrote it down," she giggled slightly," I mean if 7 ate 9, then why is 9 there?" She started to giggle uncontrollably as Trish stared at her with an unamused expression.

"Ally focus!" She grabbed Ally by the shoulders and shook her back and forth vigorously. "A cute boy and a possible relationship is at stake here!" Ally finally stopped laughing and looked at her best friend.

"Wait Trish. Even if we do figure out all the numbers, that doesn't mean we're gonna call each other all the time, get together, then fall in love," Ally said pointedly," I mean if anything, we'd just become friends, or I'd just find out how creepy he is and change my number."

Trish rolled her eyes at her oblivious friend. "Ally are you listening to yourself? From what you told me, this boy basically threw his number at you, and desperately wanted you to take it and call him," Trish pointed out.

Ally looked at her expectantly. "Yeah so?" Trish facepalmed herself. Literally. She ran her fingers down her face, over exaggerating the action.

"Ally, guys don't give their number to you so that you guys could be friends. I mean he was clearly hitting on you, so grow a pair and take his number!" Trish exclaimed.

Ally scrunched her eyebrows together. "Grow a pair?"

Trish waved it off. "You know what I mean. Now come on, there are three missing numbers and we have all day!"

Oh joy.

They both stared at the paper that they transferred the number onto. All the numbers that were slightly messy were uncovered, thanks to Trish's keen ability to read messy handwriting (Guess that's a thing). Something popped into Trish's mind.

"Ally, if you guys had the same area code, why didn't you just copy the last 7 numbers?" Trish questioned. Ally froze at the question. She dropped her head low in stupidity. Apparently being on the honor roll and wanting to be a double music major didn't make you all that smart in this field of life.

It's okay though, she could play a mean version of Hot Cross Buns.

/

"Trish this is hopeless! There are probably over a thousand different combinations!"

They've been in the same coffee shop for 12 hours trying to figure out this number problem, and they were pretty sure that the manager was getting pissed at them. Trish patted Ally's arm reassuringly.

"Don't worry. We'll figure it out," Trish said with a small smile.

Ally just shook her head and walked up to throw away her 4th cup of coffee. "Look Trish, I know that you were really excited about this, but I think it might be time to give up."

Trish opened her mouth to speak, but then quickly shut her mouth. "Yeah, I guess you're right." Trish grabbed the few napkins that were on the table. "I'll just throw these away then."

Ally nodded and went to pick up her stuff. Without her knowing, Trish stuffed the napkins in the front pocket of her shorts. She quickly picked up her bag. "Hey Ally, I'm just gonna head out. Sorry about all of this," Trish replied sadly.

Ally just shook her head and smiled. "It's fine, really." Trish gave her a small hug as she bolted out the door. She felt around in her pocket to make sure that the napkins were still there. They were. She smiled as she walked over to her car

"Ha. Forget about it my ass," she thought.

I wrote this in three hours. It's unedited and it's just a mess of crap. Sorry. If there are any grammatical mistakes, I'm apologizing now. If you want to point it out, thats fine. If not, whatever.

Thank you for everything that you do xx