Chapter Ten: Stereo Hearts
"Maybe we should just hang out like friends for our makeup date; not go anywhere special," I say. He hesitates before agreeing. "That might be a bit less catastrophic," he tells me. "Maybe. You never know what can happen," I say shrugging. "Don't jinx it," he jokes. We leave his house and walk to Sonic Boom.
"Okay, Trish, you don't need to watch Sonic Boom anymore. My dad told you that, right?" I ask. "I'm not here to work. Dez just brings all the gingerbread men here and he said he wouldn't bring them anywhere else. So... we compromised," she says. "How?" I ask. Just then, Dez runs down the stairs wearing only his underwear and a viking helmet.
"Trish..." I say. "He's gonna run through the mall yelling about how much of an idiot he is," she explains casually. She reaches into the box we saw yesterday and takes out a gingerbread man. Dez runs out the door and Austin goes to stop him. "How is that a compromise?" I ask. "I had to come here so he has to do that," she tells me.
I still don't understand. I go over and sit on the counter. "Trish, do you think we should tell Dez? I mean, we're all best friends and we all know except him," I consider. "No, he's an idiot so he'll tell someone!" she exclaims. "But if he's an idiot then nobody will believe him, right?" I ask. She thinks it over. Dez and Austin walk through the door. "Dez, I'm a vampire," I tell them.
"What?!" Austin exclaims. "I know, Ally. You told me the other day," Dez says. "You told him before you told me?" Austin asks hurt. "No, I told him it was role play. Dez, it isn't role play. I really am a vampire," I tell him growing my fangs. "Whoa!" Dez exclaims. He walks over to me and touches the point of one of my fangs, making a slit in his finger. It begins pouring blood.
I lick my fang where some of his blood was left. "Dez, let's get out of here," Austin suggests. "N-no, Austin. I need to practice s-self-control," I tell him taking in the scent of Dez's blood. He begins sucking his finger to stop the blood flow. I sigh. "Maybe just a lick," I say questioningly. "No, Ally, last time you got a lick, it was my blood and-no, just no, Ally," Austin tells me. I remember what happened.
"You're right," I say turning away from Dez. I can still smell his blood, though. "You're doing good, Ally," Dez says through his finger. I turn back to him. "Thanks, Dez," I say. "Wait, does this mean Austin is really your mate?" he asks. I nod and smile at Austin. Then I snap. "Dez, can you please go upstairs and get a bandage?!" I ask.
He runs up the stairs, his viking helmet flying off of his head. "And put some clothes on!" I yell up the stairs. "That's not fair!" Trish whines. Dez walks downstairs with a bandage and pants but no shirt. "Where's your shirt?" I ask him. He shrugs. "I can't find it," he tells me. I notice Trish is sitting on some kind of shirt. Probably Dez's. "Dez, didn't I tell you to work out more?" Trish asks. "On it!" he exclaims. He runs back up the stairs.
"Trish, do you really have to torture him that bad?" I ask. "Yes, yes I do," she says. I roll my eyes and Dez comes back downstairs. "Has anyone seen my other ham?" he asks lifting one up and down. "It's not in my bag." "Check the tuba," I tell him.
That seems to be where he hides everything. He looks into the mouth of the tuba and reaches inside. "Thanks, Ally," he says taking the ham out. He starts running around the store lifting the hams. "Trish, is this really necessary?" I ask. She's crying from laughter. She just nods her head and doubles over in her chair.
"You two are so weird. Just say you like each other!" I exclaim. Dez stops running and Trish stops laughing. They exchange a look. "We do not like each other!" they yell at me. I roll my eyes. "Sure you don't," I say. Dez continues running and Trish picks up another cookie.
She shoves it in her mouth and refuses to meet my gaze. "So, Austin, what do you want to do?" I ask turning around. He shrugs. "What do you wanna do?" he asks. "I don't know; what do you wanna do?" I ask with a giggle.
"I don't know; what do you wanna do?" he asks chuckling. Trish throws gingerbread men at us. "Shut up and go do something!" she yells. I can't help but laugh. "Go write a song or something," she mutters. "Yeah, you can't just perform one song at your concert," Dez says as he passes us.
"You're right," I tell them. I turn back to Austin and gesture up the stairs. He nods and we walk up them. I sit down at the piano and he sits beside me.
"We should write-" "Another party song? Don't mind if I do," I say cracking my knuckles. "Um, no," he says. "How about... a love song?" he asks."But-but you hate love songs!" I exclaim. "Well, now I know that the love of my life feels the same way," he tells me. I smile and stretch my fingers over the black and white keys.
"Wait, I have another question," he says. "What would have happened if... we didn't get together?" "It's bad luck. If you don't... mate with your mate then you'll have bad luck for the rest of your eternal life," I say. "The vampire's eternal life, I mean."
"Oh... Uh, let's work on the song," he says looking back at the piano. I take out my songbook and flip through it. I clear my throat and begin pressing down on the keys.
My heart's a stereo
It beats for you
So listen close
Hear my thoughts
In every note
Oh, oh
I stop playing and look at Austin. "Anything to add?" I ask him.
Make me your radio
And turn me up when you feel low
This melody was meant for you
So sing along to my stereo
"Allyyy," Austin says nudging me. "Austiiin," I say nudging him back. "You should let me rap," he says leaning back on the bench and falling off. "Sure, but you've got to think of the rap words," I tell him. He stands up. "Awesome!" he exclaims. He scrunches up his face in thought. "If I was just another dusty record on the shelf, would you blow me off and play me like everybody else?" he raps. I roll my eyes smiling.
"If I asked you to scratch my back, could you manage that? Like if you read it, check it, yeah I can handle that. Furthermore, I apologize for any skipping tracks. It's just the last girl that played me left a couple cracks. I used to-used to-used to-used to now I'm over that. 'Cause holdin' grudges over love is ancient artifacts." I cut him off before he can rap some more.
If I could only find a note to make you understand
I'd sing it softly in your ear
And grab you by the hand
Keep me stuck inside your head
Like your favorite tune
You know my heart's a stereo
That only plays for you
Suddenly, Dez bursts into the room. "Yes, Dez?" I ask. "Ally, Trish won't stop touching me!" he whines. Trish walks into the room and starts poking Dez. "I'm not touching you! I'm not touching you!" she exclaims. "Stop touching me!" Dez exclaims.
"Trish, stop touching Dez. The only thing you're allowed to touch is his lips. And you're only allowed to touch his lips with your own. Your tongues are allowed to touch, too," I tell her. "Ew!" they both scream running to opposite sides of the room. I smirk. "Now quiet down. Austin and I are trying to work," I say.
"Gotcha," Trish says. She crosses over to Dez. "Hey, Dez, guess what?" she asks him. "What?" he asks excitedly. She reaches for his face. "I've got your nose!" she yells holding her fist high in the air. He makes a grab for it. "Gimme my nose!" he shouts. She runs over and pretends to throw it out the window.
"No!" Dez screams. Austin jumps up and runs over. He puts his hand on Dez's shoulder. "Dez, that wasn't your real nose. Because II have it! Right here in my pocket!" he says pointing to it.
Boys.
I turn back to the piano and play over the loud sounds surrounding me. A few minutes later, Austin sits back down beside me. "Remind me never to have children," I say taking my fingers of the keys.
"Oh, come on, you know you wanna have at least one," he tells me. I shake my head. "God no. After I've seen them, definitely not. And they're teenagers," I tell him. I see a flash of disappointment cross his face. "Let's just finish the song," he tells me. It takes almost all day but we finally finish it.
(Sang:)
My heart's a stereo
It beats for you
So listen close
Hear my thoughts in every note
Oh, oh
Make me your radio
And turn me up
When you feel low
This melody was meant for you
So sing along to my stereo
(Rapped:)
If I was just another dusty record
On the shelf
Would you blow me off and play me like everybody else?
If I asked you to scratch my back
Could you manage that?
Like you could read it
Check it
Yeah, I can handle that
Furthermore
I apologize for any skipping tracks
It's just the last girl that played me
Left a couple cracks
I used to
Used to
Used to
Used to
Now I'm over that
'Cause holdin' grudges over love
Is ancient artifacts
(Sang:)
If I could only find a note to make you understand
I'd sing it softly In your ear
And grab you by the hand
Keep me stuck inside your head
Like your favorite tune
You know my heart's a stereo
That only plays for you
My heart's a stereo
It beats for you
So listen close
Hear my thoughts
In every note
Oh, oh
Make me your radio
And turn me up
When you feel low
This melody was meant for you
So sing along to my stereo
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
To my stereo
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
So sing along to my stereo
(Rapped:)
Let's go!
If I was an old school
Fifty pound
Boom box
Would you hold me
On your shoulder
Wherever you walked?
Would you turn my volume up
In front of the cops?
And crank it higher
Every time they told you to stop?
And all I ask is that
You don't get mad at me
When you have to purchase
Mad D batteries
Appreciate every mix tape
Your friends make
You never know:
They come and go Like on the interstate
(Sang:)
I think I finally found a note
To make you understand
If you can hear this
Sing along
And take me by the hand
Keep me stuck inside your head
Like your favorite tune
You know my heart's a stereo
That only plays for you
My heart's a stereo
It beats for you
So listen close
Hear my thoughts
In every note
Oh, oh
Make me your radio
And turn me up
When you feel low
This melody was meant for you
So sing along to my stereo
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
To my stereo
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
So sing along to my stereo
I only pray you'll never
Leave me behind
Because good music
Can be
So hard to find
I take your hand
And pull it closer to mine
Thought love was dead
But now
You're changin' my mind
My heart's a stereo
It beats for you
So listen close
Hear my thoughts in every note
Oh, oh
Make me your radio
And turn me up
When you feel low
This melody was meant for you
So sing along to my stereo
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
To my stereo
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
So sing along to my stereo
"Well, it's getting late. We'd better get home," I say. "Unless you wanna come over..." "That'd be awesome," he tells me. We walk downstairs. Trish is asleep on the counter and Dez is asleep on under the counter. I pull Trish's blanket off of her and she wakes with a start.
"Huh? What?" she asks. "Hey, Dez, do you want a sandwich?" Austin asks. "Yes!" Dez exclaims. "Sorry, Dez, had to wake you up," Austin says. "Aw, so no sandwich?" he asks. Austin shakes his head. "Sorry bro," he tells him. "But I wanted a sandwich," Dez whines. "I'll take you to get a sandwich tomorrow, alright?" he asks. "What if I don't want a sandwich tomorrow?" Dez asks. "Then I'll get whatever you want tomorrow," Austin says. Dez runs out the door smiling. "Bye, Trish. I'll see you tomorrow," I tell her smiling. She waves and walks outside.
Austin and I walk to my house hand-in-hand. We walk inside. "Yeah I'm just staying here for a while. I actually live in Vegas," I hear Jeremiah tell someone. "Please. You live in Texas," I say walking into the living room. "Oh hello." "Hi. Who the hell are you?" a snobby girl asks me. "Ally. Who the hell are you?" I ask. "That's none of your business," she snaps. "Um, this is my house so I believe it is my business," I tell her. She rolls her eyes. "Get the fuck out of my house," I tell her pointing out the door.
"I was invited over here," she says scowling. "Well, Jeremiah, you can get out too then," I say. "What?! I... Yeah you've gotta go, Stephanie. I'll call you?" he asks. She just gets up and leaves. "Thanks a lot, Ally," Jeremiah says sarcastically. " "She was disrespecting me in my own home," I tells him. "That gives me the right to kick her out."
Austin and I walk up to my room and out onto my balcony. We sit on the railing and look up at the stars for a while. Finally I speak up. "So, Austin... are you ready?" I ask him. "Ready for what?" he asks. "I... I kind of need to drink. It's been a few days since..." I trail off.
"Oh... y-yeah, I'm ready," he says. I take his arm and grow my fangs. I graze them over the surface of his arm. "Ally, I'm scared," he says yanking his arm away. "It'll just be a few pricks." I say this next part so low that he can't hear. "Agonizing pain." I return to my regular volume. "Then it's over," I tell him.
He sighs and gives me his arm back. I don't hesitate before biting down this time. I hear Austin grunt then see him shove his other arm in his own mouth to keep from screaming.
I suck a little blood then stop... Then I drink a bit more and force myself to stop for good. Well, not for good but for tonight. "See? It wasn't... that bad," I tell him. I lick my fangs. His blood is amazing.
Austin looks at his arm in horror. I left a small hole in his arm. It wasn't bleeding but it still looked bad. "Um, I'll get you a bandage," I tell him. I walk downstairs quietly. If Jeremiah knew I bit Austin, he would kill me.
I grab a bandage and run back upstairs. I wrap up Austin's arm and look up at him. "Thank you for doing this for me," I tell him giving him a kiss. "You did good." "Thanks," he says trying to hide his wince. I smile at him.
I think this chapter turned out pretty good. This chapter was written on my phone so I apologize for any mistakes. And I'll be writing a ghost story after this one is over despite the poll. I also have another poll up btw. I want to know if you guys think I should continue my very first story. It's literally called Austin&Ally. If you haven't read it, read it over (It won't take long; it's only six chapters-eight with the special A/N's) and tell me if you think I should continue with it or not. Thanks! Follow! Review! Whatever! Bye!
Love, Kenzie