Okay, okay! Too far! I'll update! Sorry for not keeping up with that schedule... it never really worked, to be honest...
*Rocking, crying, and shuddering in corner* Please... No more weapon facts!
Yeah, okay. Lesson learned! Ow...
Get on with it!
I do not own any of these shows, characters, settings, etc. Just this story and anything you don't recognize.
**Ally's POV**
So... last night was something. Austin got yelled at this morning for screaming at... whatever time it had been. But Mr. Davenport was sleeping, and he woke up, so...
And Austin knows. He's probably really mad. But were we that obvious? To make matters worse, Austin never even answered my question. Now I know he's hiding something. But what?
"Hey, Ally!" Austin greets, coming from down the hall, almost too cheerfully. It really seems like he's cheered up since we went here. Maybe he's just happy that he's in such a gigantic house or something stupid like that. Sounds like him.
"Hi! Why so cheerful? I thought you got in trouble," I point out.
"A guy can't just be cheerful?" Austin answers.
"Um... no, he can't. At least, not for no reason. What made you happy?" I say, and he frowns.
"Man! You know me a little too well," Austin whines. But do I?
"Really? Do I? I bet you're still hiding some things from me." I say. Austin starts to talk, but then I interrupt, "I know when you're lying,"
"Okay, okay!" Austin says. "I... I'm so happy because... Fine, I'll tell you the truth. It's that... I may have finally made a friend- besides you, Trish, and Dez- that likes me for me. Not just because I'm famous. That's all I'm telling you,"
Wow, he's good at answering without giving an actual answer! That's not even the first time he's done it so well!
"Fine, I won't ask," I give in.
"Good," Austin says, obviously relieved. Then he asks, "You want a tour of the house?"
"How do you know your way around?" I ask.
"The grumpy brother showed me earlier. He said something about 'staying away from his room by focusing on the other ones' or something. He never even showed me his room. How am I supposed to stay away from it?" he answers. I roll my eyes.
"Fine. Sure. Let's go," I say.
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**Austin's POV**
Ally and I look around the house, and she doesn't know it, but I'm looking for something specific. I just wanted an excuse to find it and go in the middle of the night.
We get into a fairly empty hallway. It seems like it has nothing special. This must be it.
"Are you sure we aren't lost?" Ally asks.
"Yes, I'm sure," I answer, although I think we are.
And then I found it. A lone control panel on the wall. Ally probably thinks it's a thermostat or something.
"I need to lean on something," Ally remarks, and leans toward the wall where the panel is.
I race over and pull her back up. Then I pick her up, bridal style, and say, "I'll carry you then,"
That was close.
"You're so nice! Thank you!" Ally thanks.
"No problem. Anything for you," I say, acting all lovey-dovey for a second. She bought it, too, which was good.
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When we find our way back, I set Ally on the couch, and she laid down. Her legs were still tired because of all that walking. Ugh, girls...
"Okay, I knew something was up when you picked me up. Spill it!" Ally demands. Dang it.
"Well, it's just that the wall is so uncomfortable," I lie. She believes that part...
"Okay, but why the mushy lovey-dovey stuff?"
"Because I love you," I simply answer. She gives an annoyed look.
"Okay, fine. Don't tell me," Ally gives up. Thank goodness! That would have been a mess. That would have put everyone in danger!
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Late that night, I go to that hallway. I press the button on the control panel, and a door with three red rings on it appears. They should really put a password on that...
The door opens. I'm so eager to see what a good person lab looks like.
And then I see Chase's dad... uncle... whatever person standing in the elevator.
Uh- Oh! What's Davenport going to do? O_o
Really, just... REALLY?!
Uh- huh! Yaaayyy!
You! You just WANT us BOTH to die! I didn't sign up for this! I didn't even agree to this!
Oh well. Random fact of the day is that hippo milk is pink!
?
What?
...
Oh...kay?
Oh, sorry. I was just wondering if the pink milk at my school is hippo milk.
Um... no. It's strawberry.
What does hippo milk even taste like?
I don't know! ASK THE HIPPOS!
Maybe I will! *Leaves*
Ugh! Goodbye.
*in the background* Austin! Come here!