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Disclaimer: I do not own Austin and Ally. But I do own my OC!
Ally POV:
But anyway, I am glad that I finally got a songwriting job, even if it is for Monica (what I decided to call him because I despise him so much). It pays good money, which is something that I desperately need. Hey! Maybe I'll get a new apartment...
Ugh...
Yours truly,
Ally D.
It's been two days since my horrific interview and today was my first 'date' with both Austin and I am dreading it! I'm not only dreading it because I will see Austin, I'm just scared because I don't know how it's going to go. Will we argue? Will we be able to keep out facade? Will he be decent? Is this new arrogant Austin even capable of being the slightest bit decent? If he can be, he sure didn't show it at all yesterday.
I also got my new iPhone and, since Austin was difficult at my interview, Mr. Maxim gave me my first paycheck in advance.
I have 2 hours until my 'date' with Monica, so I decided to check out the Twitter that Maximum Records had set up for me. The username they picked was "AllysonD_Official"... how creative... I shot a quick text to Mr. Maxim, asking him if I could change my Twitter name, which he said yes to as long as I gave them the information and didn't change my password. I decided to change it to "Ally_CatOfficial" instead, much better. I sent Maxim another text telling him the new information.
Looking at the clock and noticing that I had about 20 minutes until I should start getting ready, I decided to call my father to fill him in on what's been happening lately... well, besides me being payed to be Austin's 'girlfriend.' He picked up on the second ring.
"Hello?" My father's stressed voice sounded through the phone. Oops, he must be busy with the store. My dad owns a music store in the mall in Miami that I worked at when I was a teenager... that's actually where Austin and I met oh so many years ago.
"Hey dad, it's me, Ally," I said smiling to myself, happy to be speaking to my dad after weeks without talking to him. Ever since he married 'The Wicked Witch' he's barely had time to speak to me or run the store; plus, I distanced myself to avoid that bitch.
"Oh, hey kiddo!" His voice immediately perked up, sounding like the goofball of a father that I had grown up with. "How's everything in the city that never sleeps?"
"Dad..." I exasperated, chuckling lightly, "the city that never sleeps is New York, I'm in LA!"
"Oh, sorry, Allycat, got my cities messed up," He laughed at himself, "But really, how is everything? You haven't checked in in a while."
"Things are looking up, I guess. I got a new lyricist job!" I said, trying to sound excited, but failing miserably. He noticed.
"That's great, Allycat, why do you sound so upset?" He asked worriedly. Wow, I've really missed him, maybe I'll fly back in a few weeks to see him.
"It's nothing, really Dad, I swear. So, how's Cruela?" I asked, avoiding the subject effectively, knowing that he'd be quick to defend his wife that he knows I deeply and truly despise.
"Charlotte, is doing just fine." He stated, clearly agitated. Looking at the time, I decided it was time for me to get ready.
"Well dad, I have to get going," I said.
"Okay, kiddo, check in soon! Love you!" He called through the phone line as I heard a bell ring in the background, signalling a customer's arrival.
"Bye, Dad, love you too!" I said then hung up the phone. I climbed off my bed and walked over to my closet.
Maxim had assigned one of associates to be me and Austin's 'Relationship Manager', or so he called it. I only talked to her on the phone once. Her name was Margaret, and from what I heard on the phone, she sounded like an uptight bitch. Everything she said to me was short and proper. She advised me to wear a casual but fashionable outfit, preferably a dress and preferably something yellow, since it was Austin's favorite color.
I rummaged through my closet for something appropriate to wear. Since it was a little chilly outside, I decided on a scoop neck striped blue dress with a medium length bubble skirt that came down to just above my knees. I paired it with a light yellow belt around my waist, a light yellow knit cardigan, and short summery light yellow wedges. Although I hate the fact that I'm going on this date in the first place, I have to admit as I'm looking in my floor length mirror that I actually look pretty cute.
I walked into the bathroom and curled my ombre hair into big bouncy curls that cascaded halfway down my back. I applied light makeup and walked back into my bedroom. My phone beeped and a message from Austin popped up.
Be there in five. Be outside waiting. -AM
I groaned in frustration and texted back my reply.
See you then, Monica. -AD
I grabbed by blue clutch and walked out of my apartment. I made it just in time for a yellow challenger to pull up outside my building. Already knowing who it was, I approached the passenger side door and hopped in.
"Hey," He greeted, a smirk on his face while appraising my outfit. "Nice outfit."
"Margaret told me to wear yellow, sadly." I said as both my greeting and my reply to his 'complement'. "Now wipe that stupid looking smirk off your face and tell me what the 'plan' for this date it."
"Wow, someone's on their period," Austin mumbled, and I turned to gawk at him.
"EXCUSE ME!" I yelled, "One, I'm not on my period. Two, even if I was, that would be none of your business. And three.." I swung my arm over and slapped him in the shoulder. I was sick of him being arrogant.
"OW!" Austin yelped, "Don't hit me, I'm trying to drive!"
"Well I guess something that's never changed is how you whine like a little bitch," I stated.
"Since when did you become such a stone cold bitch?" He asked, frustration in his voice.
"Since I got my heart broken." I seethed, and turned to watch the scenery speeding passed the car window.
"Ally..." His voice trailed off, somewhat sounding like the Austin that I used to know.
"Don't, Austin." I stated, effectively ending the conversation.
Before I knew it, we were stopping in front of a fancy looking restaurant and climbing out of the car. Austin threw his keys to the valet and walked beside me into the restaurant. As we walked in, we were greated by a peppy young hostess.
"Hi, my name is Violet, do you have a reservation?" She asked, her voice high pitched and irritating.
"Moon," Austin stated, and the girl's widened.
"This way, Mr. M-moon," she stuttered nervously, and waved us on behind her, leading us to a private table in the back of the restaurant. She put out menus on the table and tripped a little backing away from the table. I giggled quietly at how flustered this young lady was around Austin.
"Can I get you two anything to drink?" She asked, trying to regain her composure.
"Yes, can I get a glass of your best red wine?" Austin asked, and Violet turned to me.
"I'll have the same," I stated, not knowing what else to say.
"I'll have your server bring those back for you two," She smiled, wrote our orders on her notepad, and walked to what I assumed was the kitchen. Both Austin and I just stared at each other in excruciatingly awkward silence until I decided to break it since we were supposed to be on a 'date.'
"Well, she was... cute." I stated, trying to not sound as annoyed with Austin as I had been just a few minutes earlier.
"Eh, I'm used to it... Chicks either get all shy or try to jump me whenever they see me," He states arrogantly. I leaned back and cocked an eyebrow at him.
"Cocky, much?" I asked, laughing slightly. He gave me a flirty smile.
"Oh, very much," He replied jokingly, wiggling his eyebrows. We both turned when we saw a waiter approaching, then setting our glasses of wine down on the table.
"Hello, my name is Jacob, and I'll be your server this evening." He said, "Do you need another minute to look over your menus?"
"Um, no. I'll just have the spaghetti," Austin stated, and looked to me. The waiter turned and looked at me expectantly.
"I guess I'll just have the same," I stated, shrugging. "Thank you."
"You're welcome, miss. I'll be back with your meals as soon as possible." Jacob smiled politedly, and walked to the kitchen to place our orders.
"So, Ally," Austin started, "Why did you decide to come to LA?" I smiled slightly.
"You know, just to follow the dream I guess," I shrugged, though that was only half the reason why I came.
"Well, I guess coming to LA was always a dream we both shared," he chuckled, his face unreadable.
"Yeah, you just got a head start," I shot back, trying to keep the bitterness from my voice. For the next two minutes our eyes stayed locked, silently daring the other one to look away first; then both our phones simultaneously rang. Austin was the first to take it out, and whatever it said caused him to roll his eyes, sigh, then look up at me.
"Hey, Ally, let's take a picture together!" He suggest a little too excitedly. When I was about to object, he added, "But let's do it on your phone, because my camera sucks." I knew this was an obvious lie because Austin had the most expensive looking phone I have ever seen, so I decided to play along.
"Okay!" I smiled fakely, taking out my phone. I stiffened as he moved his chair closer to mine. My eyes widened when I saw I had gotten a text from management.
Take a picture together and put it on twitter. But try not to reveal your location so you can avoid being mobbed by fans -Mr.M
I quickly closed the message and opened my camera. We quickly leaned our heads close, but big cheesy smiles on our faces, and I snapped the picture. I brought it back up on the screen and was shocked to see that we actually looked like a really cute couple. I looked up at Austin to see a strange look set on his face, but once he caught me looking his look became completely indifferent.
I opened up my twitter account and created the tweet.
"What should I write?" I asked, turning to Austin for his opinion.
"Here, let me," he said, grabbing my phone and started to type. When he was done, he handed it back. "How about that?" I looked down at the bright screen.
With this hottie- The_AustinMoonOfficial
I looked back up and giggled. "Hottie, really?"
"Yeah, I mean what other words would you choose to describe this perfection?" He asked, smirking while gesturing to his face and body.
"Oh, I can think of a few words... but I don't think either your fans or Mr. Maxim will approve," I said suggestively, then turned my face back to the screen, thinking. "Hey! I got the perfect thing!"
With this cocky idiot- The_AustinMoonOfficial #gottalovehim
"Now I think this is more appropriate," I said, showing him the tweet.
"Hey! I am not an Idiot!" he protested, trying to grab my phone. But it was too late, I pressed the "tweet" button.
"Ha!" I yelled triumphantly, doing a small victory dance. Austin looked over at me and smirked.
"Well I guess some things never change... You still can't dance!" he yells, then starts laughing hysterically.
"And you're still an asshole," I deadpanned, trying to keep from laughing. Damn, if he acted this way all the time, maybe I'd start to forgive him.
The waiter returned with our foods while Austin was still giddily laughing like a little boy.
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