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I Own Nothing!
Ally's POV
Best. Meal. Ever. At first, I thought my mom's cooking was great, but this place takes the cake. Where were we, exactly? Austin took me to a great Spanish restaurant after our movie. I looked at my surroundings. The deep red walls, the funky orange Chinese lamps... there was even a dance floor. To my right was a wall of glass only, which had a view of the city. Maybe I should come here more often.
"Hmm, what to eat, what to eat?" Austin mumbled, bringing me back to reality. I raised my eyebrows at him, "You just finished your main course and you starter. I'm stuffed."
"Yeah, but that's you. I still have space for dessert," he said as he searched the menu. I just smiled and shook my head, "Oh Austin..."
"Yeah?" I don't know why, but I burst into giggles. "What's so funny?"
"I don't know," I replied, making him laugh. Then, our waitress arrived, much to my annoyance. Since we sat down, she has been flirting shamelessly with Austin even though she knows we're clearly on a date.
Not that I'm jealous or anything. How juvenile would that be?!
No, I'm just... annoyed that's all. I mean, it's not like Austin was flirting back. At least she's terrible at flirting, it eases me a little.
"Is everything alright?" she asked Austin. Sure, ignore me. That's great because I don't want to talk to you either. Pshh...
"Actually, now that you're here..." Austin began. I watched as she leant closer to him, but Austin didn't notice.
"...There's something I've been dying to ask you since you started serving us..."
"You can ask me anything," she said flirtatiously. I tried to fight the sudden urge to kick her in the shin.
"Great. Do you..."
"Yes?"
"...Have pancakes here?" I smirked at her astonished and hurt expression. Sorry, I can't help it... she's just... ugh.
"Uh... I'm afraid not." Austin just shook his head in response – obviously miserable at the fact that they had no pancakes here. She walked away just as Austin turned his attention to me. His soft brown eyes had a gleam in them, "Wanna go dance?"
"Austin, I can't dance," I told him. He took my hand, "There's no such thing as 'I can't'." Before I knew it, he had led me to the dance floor just as the DJ put 'Never Close Our Eyes' by Adam Lambert.
I wish that this night would never be over
There's plenty of time to sleep when we die
So let's just stay awake until we grow older
If I had my way we'd never close our eyes, our eyes, never!
I don't wanna let a minute get away
Cause we got no time to lose
None of us are promised to see tomorrow
And what we do is ours to choose
Forget about the sunrise
Fight the sleep in your eyes
I don't wanna miss a second with you
Let's stay this way forever
It's only getting better if we want it to
You know I wish that this night would never be over
There's plenty of time to sleep when we die
So let's just stay awake until we grow older
If I had my way we'd never close our eyes, our eyes, never!
It's so hard to think this could fade away
But what goes up must come down
Why can't we just live life with no consequence
And always live in the now
Forget about the sunrise
Fight the sleep in your eyes
I don't wanna miss a second with you
Let's stay this way forever
It's only gets better if we want it to
You know I wish that this night would never be over
There's plenty of time to sleep when we die
So let's just stay awake until we grow older
If I had my way we'd never close our eyes, our eyes, never
Ooooh, yeah
Ooooh, yeah, yeah
You know I wish that this night would never be over
There's plenty of time to sleep when we die
So let's just stay awake until we grow older
If I had my way we'd never close our eyes, our eyes, never
We – I – made it to the end of the song without hurting anybody! Total miracle! Well, I did hit a guy's arm once and stepped on Austin's, but it was okay.
"And you said you were a bad dancer," Austin teased, pulling me closer to him. I blushed and put my arms around his neck.
"Correction, I said that I ca-"
"No such thing as 'can't'," he interrupted me, putting his forehead on mine. My breath hitched in my throat. Another song came on, and he smiled, "I love this song."
I just shook my head at him, if he ended up in a hospital, I warned him.
"That was so much fun," I said as he pulled into the driveway. He stopped the engine and grinned, "Best date ever." Austin leaned in and closed the gap between us. I was caught off guard but quickly returned the kiss, deepening it. I started to unbuckle the seat belt. Austin pulled me into his lap so that I was straddling him as we continued to kiss. My fingers started to play with his hair just as he broke the kiss. I moaned in pleasure when he started sucking on my neck while his hands roam all over my body, making me shiver slightly at the contact and he stops.
"Sorry," he said.
"Don't be," I whisper to him. He smiled down at me, "See you tomorrow?"
I nodded and kissed him again before getting off of his lap and out of the car. I turned to wave at him again, but instead of saying 'bye' he smirked and said, "Keep walking, I like the view." The tip of my ears felt hot, and that's when I knew I was blushing – hard.
As I passed the grandfather clock in the hallway, I felt someone grab my hand. I jumped in shock and screamed.
"Shut up, Ally!" Sonya hissed. "Sonya, what are you doing?!" I asked, shaking my arm out of her reach.
"Where have you been?" she asked, crossing her arms and glaring at me. Before I could respond, my dad came out of his room, which was the nearest on this floor.
"Ally? Sonya? What are you two doing up so late?" he inquired sternly, "And why were you screaming?"
Sonya shot me a look, daring me to tell the truth. So instead I answered with, "I... um... saw a mouse?"
He shook his head, "I can tell you're lying but since it's late, I'm going to bed." We nodded as he closed the door behind him.
"You never answered my question," Sonya said. I rolled my eyes, "Did you really stay up this late to ask me what I'm doing?" I put a hand on my hip, and that's when I noticed that my jacket's pocket was occupied by something, which was strange, because everything was in my purse. I looked up and realised Sonya was speaking.
"...was getting a glass of water from downstairs. Answer the question!"
"Fine, if you must know, I went on a date with my boyfriend," I replied, walking past her. She turned around in confusion, "Who?"
"Austin."
I know she's mad at me now and its all 'my fault' somehow, but I really don't care. I need to call Trish and tell her what's been happening lately even though it's late. She'll loves news like this, whether it's eleven in the evening or two in the afternoon. Just as I took out my phone, I remembered my jacket and dug in its pocket. I pulled out a wad of cash.
Which, coincidentally, happened to be the exact amount I had spent to pay for the snacks earlier. I smiled to myself. Austin.
The following morning, for the first time in a while, I woke up on my own. On my way downstairs, the house seemed quiet. I grinned; maybe I was the first one up. This is a little surprising, since I'm a deep sleeper. The moment I entered the kitchen, however, my hopes where crushed. Mom, Aunt Anita and Sonya were already up.
Surprise, surprise.
"Morning, Allyson!" my aunt greeted me. Mom looked up from her newspaper, "Morning honey. Do you know why Sonya's so quiet?" I looked at Sonya, who was angrily stabbing her muffin with a desert fork. I shrugged.
"Well, whatever it was, I'm glad it made her silent. We could use some peace every now and then," Anita said, sipping her tea. Mom and I turned to her in surprise. Isn't she the one who's supposed to be worried and comforting? It's in her nature.
"Of course you would be on her side," Sonya spoke up, "Everyone's always on your side," she spat at me. Mom and Anita winced at her tone, but I didn't. I knew what she meant by 'everyone'.
"Sonya, he doesn't like you like that-"
"Please, what could he want with you?! You're a child!" Sonya shouted.
"Oh, so this is about a boy," Anita mused, "Come now, girls. I don't like all this negative energy in this room, let's all calm dow-"
"Shut up!" Sonya screeched, "Shut the fuck up! I'm sick of all this happy go-lucky attitude, mom! Sick! I'm done listening to you, you old hag!" In an instant, Anita's mood turned foul. I gasped, "Sonya!"
"Oh hear comes little miss kiss up! Why don't you just crawl into a flippin' hole and die you ugly bitch," Sonya retorted. Mom stood up, "Anita, control your child!" Aunt Anita was on the verge of having a nervous breakdown. I could tell this was becoming too much for her.
"Mom, I can't blame her. I'd be pissed all the time if I had her face," I snapped, surprising myself. Sonya screamed ran over to me and slapped me hard. Suddenly, a fight broke out between Sonya and I. There was shouting, scratching, slapping and pulling.
In the midst of all of this madness, Uncle Diego, Tasha and Dad ran in. Dad held me back from Sonya, who was struggling in her father's arms. We were both breathing heavily as we glared at each other. I noticed Tasha and my mom helping up Anita, who had the nervous breakdown I had mentioned earlier.
"What is going on here?" my uncle boomed, making me wince. He was never one to lose his cool, especially with me. Sonya and I began screaming at once before ending with, "It's all her fault!"
Then Tasha spoke up, "Ally, you're bleeding." That one statement made six pairs of eyes, and mine, focus on my cheek which was, indeed, bleeding. My mom ran over to us to inspect my face. "Sonya Alexandra Lucario, what do you have to say for yourself?" Diego demanded from his daughter.
"I'm not sorry, it was worth it," she sneered. I ran over to her, but Dad pulled me back. Sonya's parents started yelling at her in Spanish, and she screamed until she started crying. Usually, I would have felt guilty. But now, I only glared at her with complete hatred. The three of them marched out of the room, Sonya still in tears as they continued to yell.
Once they had gone, Mom started treating my scratches as Dad and Tasha watched in silence. I kept my gaze on the ground so I wouldn't have to see my Dad's disappointed look in his eyes. I knew it was there, and I wish it wasn't. I can't really blame him, because I've never been one to act violently. Never, ever in my life. It just wasn't me.
Although, I'm not sure who I am anymore. What I've done throughout this summer so far... it just amazes me. I mean, I'm not exactly the innocent Ally Dawson anymore.
"Ally," my dad started with a sigh, "Why would you...? How could you...?" I could tell he was searching for the right words.
"Maybe coming here was a bad idea," he said at last.
This caught my attention, "What? Dad, why?"
"You've just changed so much, and not for the better," he replied. I shook my head, yes Dad, I think I've established that.
"I mean, you never act like this. I haven't even seen you around, you're always off with those hooligans – I don't even recall you doing any studying. Soon you'll be seventeen. Exams are around the corner and you do... this. And you never stay out late, where were you last night anyway?"
I looked away again, "With Austin." My Dad raised his eyebrows at me, "And who is Austin?"
"My boyfriend," I mumbled.
"A boyfriend?" both my parents exclaimed, shocked. Mom, I could tell, wasn't mad. She just seemed upset that I hadn't told her. Dad on the other hand...
"You're too young to be dating!" I looked at him in disbelief, forgetting my shame for a second.
"Too young? Too young? Dad, I'm sixteen! I'm about to take my driver's test for crying out loud! I manage a store back home and I do most of the housework when mom isn't around. I have been forced to grow up much quicker than any other teen my age and you're telling me I'm too young to start dating?"
"Honey, that is a bit unfair," my mom said softly to him. "Gabriella, you cannot be serious," he said, "She needs to be disciplined.
"What I need is a life, Dad!" He gave me a grim look, "I'm afraid you have to take responsibility for your actions and apologise to Sonya."
"For what? She started it!" I demanded.
He ignored me, "And you'll finish it. After that you can go pack your bags, because we're going home early." What? But I just started to enjoy myself! And I've still got two weeks until school opens. I felt the anger rise within me, as I stared at my Dad's calm face. How can he do this to me?!
"Dad, that's not fair!" I screeched, banging my fist on the table. I turned to Mom hopefully, "Mom, please?"
She looked away. I felt tears stinging in my eyes, "That's not fair! What about Austin? What about Tasha, Ross and Dez?"
"You can say goodbye to them, we'll leave tomorrow." This time, I let the tears fall freely, "You're ruining my life!"
"I'm doing what's best for you," Dad replied, calmly. I never thought I'd say this, but I think I hate my Dad.
O.o... what will happen next? Poor Ally, I actually feel sorry for her right now. Hmm, wonder what Austin will say?
Sammie