Did you guys enjoy the last chapter? I'm having a lot of fun with writing these Fanfiction, and I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as you enjoyed the last one!
Ally sat down on the bench with her songbook. She was depressed, and decided to write what she felt.
You met me,
I met you.
I knew I loved you the first time I saw you.
When everything came together,
And it could never be better,
Everything just seemed to fall apart.
Now, I'll never see you again.
You loved me,
I loved you.
It was obvious to everyone who knew you.
When all things became good,
I should've held on while I could,
Everything just seemed to fall apart.
Now, I'll never see you again.
"Ally, cheer up. It's cold out here." Ethan said when he finished reading. Ally didn't budge. "Ally, I had enough of that statue freak in the mall! Can you please not turn into one, too? Please?" As if on cue, Ally got up. "Well, what do you think we should do now? I'm probably never going to see Austin again." Ethan rolled his eyes. "Well, we could at least find a hotel room!" Ally sighed and got her purse out. She dug around in her wallet. "Dude, how will we live here? I have no money!" Ethan dug around in his pocket and pulled out some loose change. "Wait…" He dug a little deeper and pulled out a 10 dollar bill. Ally's eyes widened. "Hold on, I have more…" Ethan tugged a huge pile of cash out and it fell on the ground.
"Okay, first of all, wow. Second of all, how did you get all of that cash? Third, wow." Ethan smiled. "Well, let me answer your question. How do I get that much cash? Well…that's like asking why I have so many guns. I'm a violent person." Ally wasn't quite satisfied with that answer, but she decided to leave it at that. She honestly didn't want to know much more about what Ethan does in his spare time…
Ally's POV
I swear, I'm stuck in New York all alone with a psycho maniac. First he brings guns to an airport. Next, he almost kills a gangster. Then, I found out that he mugs innocent citizens for a living. It's a wonder why he hasn't been sent to a mental hospital. Maybe he kills anyone who tries…
Nobody's POV
Ally and Ethan continued walking on the streets of New York at night. Ally was tempted to call Trish and Dez, but decided that she would wait until they were all safe in a hotel. Ethan tugged on Ally's shirt and pointed to a large Holiday Inn. (BTW I DO NOT OWN HOLIDAY INN) Ally walked into the lobby and gasped at how huge it was. Well, this was probably as big as the hotels Austin stays in during his tours…
"Can I help you with something?" the hotel manager asked. "Um...yes. Can we please rent a room?"
"Well, do you have enough money?"
Ally took out all of Ethan's money and showed it to him. "Okay…do you have any luggage?"
"Nope."
"Then what are you going to wear?"
"Well, I'm wearing something right now, aren't I?"
"Yes…"
"So, I guess we'll just have to wash them every night! I'm sure Ethan brought enough quarters to pay for the washing machine…"
"Very well. Here's your room key."
"Thank you."
Ally and Ethan walked up to the elevator and pressed the button. "So, Ally, are you going to call Trish and Dez now?" Ally shrugged. "I'll call them when we get to the suite. I wonder if this place has a pool…" Just then the elevator door slid open and Ethan and Ally walked in. Ethan watched the screen over the door. 1…2…3…4…5…6…7…8! Here we are! Ally and Ethan had rented a large suite on the eighth floor. Room 809…Ally and Ethan walked down the hall until they reached the door. "Wow." Ethan breathed as he slowly entered the first room. There was a large couch and a small bed. In the second room, there was a bathroom, a window seat, and two queen sized beds. "Well, Ethan I think we're going to like it here."
This is funny; I just looked at my number of words and saw that I had over 700 words. Oh my… it felt like I barely wrote anything…I guess time flies when you're having fun! Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! PLEASE R&R!