Hey guys I'm glad you liked the last chapter. I seriously LOVE you all! SPOILER ALERT: Now, I swear that by the end of the next chapter, there will be Auslly. Loads of you guys are getting really impatient – I can see but I'm sure you can last one more chapter! Eh, probably wasn't much of a spoiler...
I want to apologise to ANTfarmanatic since you found the last chapter vague, but I thought it was a bit indistinct, too. Hopefully this one will be better.
Oh, and to the person who reviewed as 'Guest' and said, and I quote, 'Ally should not give him a chance plz dont do tht I will stop reading ur story': I can't really stop what goes on in my plot because of a review, otherwise the story would not make that much sense. But don't worry; it's all going to be over pretty soon, okay? Cool beans. But if you still want to stop, who am I to force you? I will write for those who stay – which I hope is many of you. :D
Moving on, I own nothing!
Ally's POV
"I love Nicki Minaj," Tasha said as we walked through the park. Today, Mom, Dad, Tasha, Auntie, Uncle, Sonya and I were strolling in the park. The adults had decided to play golf at the golf course whilst we went for ice cream at one of the many ice cream carts that were scattered throughout the park.
"Obviously," Sonya sneered, "Trashy people love trashy things."
I gasped in shock, "Nicki Minaj is not trashy!"
"Didn't ask for your opinion," she snapped. I glared at her but said nothing to stop any fight from happening. Just then, Dallas strode over to us. I shivered at his presence, and I didn't even melt when he shot me one of his million dollar smiles like I usually do. Tasha and Sonya greeted him, but I remained silent.
"Hi Ally," he said quietly.
Ignoring his greeting I asked him, "What are you doing here?"
"I wanted to see you," he said sweetly, making Tasha go 'aw'. I shot her a glare, making her shut up. She grabbed Sonya's arm and dragged her away from us, thinking that I wanted some alone time. Boy was she wrong. I looked at my brown boots as I fought the urge to grab a piece of hair and chew, chew, chew.
Dallas cleared his throat, "I, uh, got you something..." I could hear the sound of paper rustling before he reached for my hand. I flinched at his touch and stepped farther away from him. Dallas sighed, getting impatient.
"Ally," he started, "Come here." I shook my head, remembering yesterday too well. He rolled his eyes and held up a small gift bag. I blushed crimson, "oh."
"Oh indeed," he said, handing me the bag. I hesitantly took it and looked up at him, forcing a smile, "Thank you."
"You haven't looked at it yet. It's actually a..." I tuned out Dallas' next words, the sound of giggling distracting me, making me look over his shoulder in curiosity. I know what you're thinking; it's giggling, so what? Thing is, it's the person who caused the giggling that grabbed my attention. Austin stood a few meters away from us, behind some trees with a girl. The way he was holding her, whispering in her ear, making her blush or giggle made me sick. So you can imagine how sick I felt when he kissed her, full on the lips.
My eyes narrowed as something stirred in my stomach. My lip twitched in anger, whilst my heart dropped in... sadness? Why was I sad?
Dallas noticed my change in behaviour and turned around, following my gaze. He scowled when he saw Austin heavily kissing that girl. Stupid girl.
"So that's the reason why you've been ignoring me?" he growled, all of that apologetic stuff now gone. I looked up at him blankly, he was talking?
"You were talking?" I said aloud. Oops. I glanced up at his dark, stormy eyes. You've done it now, Dawson.
"Yes I was talking!" he exclaimed, exasperated, "I just told you I love you and you weren't even listening!" My jaw dropped, "Y-you love me?" That is not possible; we've been together for a week and a half!
"Yes! Don't you?" he asked me, taking my hand. Strange thing is, I didn't feel the jolt of electrify I used to feel when he held me. Instead, I felt the cold, rough skin of his hand. I shook my head apologetically before glancing again to where Austin was. He was on his own now, the girl was gone. And he was watching us with a grim expression. Oh no.
Dallas knew I was looking at Austin again, making him snap. "You little..." he held up his hand, and I looked away, readying myself for pain. When nothing happened, I opened my eyes to see Austin on top of Dallas, beating him up mercilessly. Now, the good side of me was telling me to stop the fight. But the dark side of me was chanting, 'Go Austin, you can do it! Sock him in eye!'
Sadly, I followed my good side.
"Austin, stop!" I shouted, trying to pull him off of Dallas. He ignored me, punching Dallas again. "Austin please," I said, "you're scaring me." This statement stopped him and he stood up, staring angrily at Dallas. I grimaced at the amount of damage Austin had done to Dallas'face within a matter of seconds. My dad and Uncle Diego came running up to us, as well as everyone else in my family. In fact, I didn't even notice the crowd of people that had gathered us. Strange, when someone's getting hurt, they all just stand and stare yet if... sorry, off topic.
So, Dad helped up Dallas whilst Uncle Diego shouted at Austin in Spanish. Austin yelled back, and held up my wrists that were still recovering. Mom rushed up to us, examining my wrist before taking my hand and pulling me away from the huge crowd. Before I could go, I heard Dallas' voice and then a sharp slap before everyone gasped in shock. I looked down in shame, how had things gone from happy and joyful to sad and miserable within seconds?
"Allyson," mom said as we walked to an isolated bench, "why didn't you tell me?"
I looked up at her, tears stinging my eyes, "I... Dallas apologised, mom. He did. And then he said he loved me and..." My mom cut me off, pulling me in for a hug.
"You're lucky you have Austin," she stated, "otherwise who knows what else he would have done to you?"
I sighed. That was nothing new for me. Whenever something good happens in my life, something ten times worse comes along. Like Gran, for example, is one of the people I'm closest to and now she's in hospital. Or the time when I had a huge chocolate fudge cake for my twelfth birthday and then I puked just before my photo on Picture Day.
And now, my Mr. Perfect is hitting me. Wonderful. We sat in silence for a few minuets before we heard Tasha and dad calling my name. I sighed, 'mom, I want to go home," I said.
She shot me a concerned look before nodding and taking me home.
"Oh man, I wish I was there," Trish stated with an infuriated sigh, "then I could help Austin beat the crap out of that guy!" I smiled sadly at my friend on Skype, "its okay, Trish, really."
"No it's not okay, he could have done something really bad!"
"But he didn't," I said to her for the third time that day. Trish huffed, "no thanks to Austin."
I sighed again, "Can we talk about something else?"
"Fine," she said, "what do you want to talk about?" Before I could answer her, she interrupted, "oh, I know! Do you like DJ Izzy? Oh my gosh, I love him! Why don't we listen to him now?"
My eyebrows knitted in confusion, "Who's he?" Trish gasped in shock, and another shocked gasp came from the window seat, making me jump in shock. It was Austin.
I sighed, "Austin, what have I told you about knocking?" He ignored my comment, "How can you not know DJ Izzy? He's the best DJ ever!"
Trish glanced at Austin in agreement and awe, "He is so cool!"
Austin sat on my bed right next to me as he and Trish continued to chat about this DJ I've never heard of. Apparently, he's a Spanish DJ who plays the best music, but he's never had a show in the daytime.
"Maybe he's a vampire," Austin said, spookily. Trish raised her eyebrow at him, "A vampire? Seriously? That would be so cool! Are you team Jacob or team Edward; I'm so on team Jacob! Oh, wait, you're a guy..." Austin flexed his biceps, "I'm on Team Austin."
"You've got a huge ego," I said from his side, "you do know that, right?"
Austin grinned, putting his arm around me, "That's one of the many things you love about me." Trish waggled her eyebrows at us, "Oooooh! Auslly Alert!" Austin smirked at the name 'Auslly'. Auslly? Is that an inside joke or something?
I blushed, "okay, talk to you tomorrow, Trish." She shot me a knowing glance before cutting the video call. I sighed and closed my laptop's lid. Austin leaned back into my pillows, "Ally?"
"Hmm?"
"Are you okay?" he asked. I sighed; I knew he would bring this up.
"Yeah, I guess..." I said, looking away. After a few moments of silence I spoke up again. "Umm, thanks for being there for me," I said quietly. Austin smiled up at me, "Anything for you, Als."
I smiled at his use of my nickname. "So, who is this DJ Izzy guy?"
"He's, like the best of the best. You should listen to him, I know you'll love him."
"Does Tasha like him?"
Austin shrugged, "I dunno, I only met her five weeks ago." I laughed, remembering that day Tasha and I snuck into Austin's dressing room. He sighed, "I can't believe it's been five weeks, I feel like I've known you my whole life."
"Same here. It's funny, actually. At first, I wanted to go home, and as far away from you as possible." Austin pouted at my statement, making me laugh. "But now I don't want to go home; and I don't want to leave you behind."
"Aw you like me!" he exclaimed, pulling me into a bear hug. I laughed at his behaviour, "Of course I like you. Oh, I just remembered something!" I said suddenly.
"What?"
"I've been working on a new song," I said, getting up from the bed. Austin followed me out of my room and to the music room. I sat at the grand piano and flipped through some pages in my song book. I began to play a tune, singing the lyrics to it. Austin joined in, smiling at the lyrics as he sang them.
Woke up on the right side of the bed
What's up with this Prince song inside my head?
Hands up if you're down to get down tonight
Cuz it's always a good time
Slept in all my clothes like I didn't care
Hopped into a cab, take me anywhere
I'm in if you're down to get down tonight
Cuz it's always a good time
Good morning and good night
I wake up at twilight
It's gonna be alright we don't even have to try
It's always a good time
Woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh
It's always a good time
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
We don't even have to try, it's always a good time
Feet down dropped my phone in the pool again
Checked out of my room hit the ATM
Let's hang out if you're down to get down tonight
Cuz it's always a good time
Good morning and good night
I wake up at twilight
It's gonna be alright we don't even have to try
It's always a good time
Woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh
It's always a good time
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
We don't even have to try, it's always a good time
Woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh
It's always a good time
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
We don't even have to try, it's always a good time
Doesn't matter when
It's always a good time then
Doesn't matter where
It's always a good time there
Doesn't matter when
It's always a good time then
It's always a good time
Woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh
It's always a good time
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
We don't even have to try, it's always a good time
"That was awesome!" Austin exclaimed, "You're awesome."
I looked at him with wide eyes. My heart soared. Did he just say..? "What?"
"I said you're an awesome song writer," he said, looking at the keys of the piano. I my heart sank. What was this? Why was I so... upset? Shouldn't I be relieved? "Oh, thanks."
"You're welcome," he said, looking up at me. He started leaning closer towards me, staring at my lips. For some reason, I let him. I could feel butterflies turning into bats within my stomach as my breath hitched in my throat. It was like I wasn't even in control of my body, because I was leaning in too. His lips barely brushed mine because we heard the sound of drum cymbals falling. Austin and I jumped away from each other, a blush invading my face. My head felt dizzy. Here I was, just gotten out of a relationship two hours ago and I'm already almost kissing Austin.
And I don't care.
It's wrong, I know. I don't want to, but I am. I just... I don't know. If we hadn't been interrupted, what would have happened? Would we start dating or would things just be... awkward? And what about that girl from the park? Wasn't Austin with her just a few hours ago? Was I a rebound? Was Austin even interested in me?
...was I even interested in him?
Tasha's nervous laughter pulled me back to reality. She stood, putting up the cymbals back in their places, trying not to look at Austin's slightly annoyed expression. Beside her, stood Ross. He was nervously scratching his neck.
"What are you doing here?" Austin asked his brother. Ross stared up at Austin, "I think the question is: what are you doing here? Already forgotten about last night?" I looked at Austin. What had happened last night? Was there something that he was keeping from me?
Austin's eye twitched in annoyance, "Yo nunca escucho, usted debe saber que." (I never listen to them, you should know that). Great, they're obviously keeping something from me, they aren't speaking in English! Oh, why did I choose French?
"Sí, lo sé," Ross stated, "Todavía estoy de acuerdo con usted, sin embargo. Lo siento, ha traído hasta." (Yeah, I know. I still agree with you, though. Sorry I brought that up). Austin nodded
What were they talking about?Tasha cleared her throat, quickly stuffing something in her jeans pocket, "Ross, let's go."
Ross sighed and nodded before leaving with Tasha. I looked at them in confusion, was Tasha in on it, too? I turned to Austin, putting my hands on my hips.
"What are you keeping from me?"
Austin looked down at me, "Nothing!"
"You know liars don't go to Heaven?" I asked, imitating him. He laughed, "I do not sound like that!"
"Do to!"
"Do not!"
"Do to!"
"Do not!"
I sighed in impatience, stamping my foot, "do to!"
"Do not!"
"Do not!"
"Do to!" I laughed, pointing my finger at him, "Ha, gotcha!"
"Psh, no you didn't, I did that on purpose..." Sure you did, Austin.
"It's time for me to go anyway, so... I'll see you tomorrow," he said with a wink. He got up and left, leaving me with a goofy smile on my face. Then, realisation dawned on me.
"Man, he changed the subject..."
Was that good enough for Friday the Thirteenth? Awesome-sauce! Lol, oh, Dez...
Sammie ;)