I finally got time to write. Sorry it took so long. Hope you enjoy this chapter!
Disclaimer: I do not own Austin and Ally or anything you may recognize.
Mike pulls the car up the driveway of his house and I sit in awe. Their house is at least 3 of mine put together. It looks like a 5 star hotel!
"Wow," I breathe.
I get out of the car and find that Austin has already beaten me to my bags and is carrying them in.
"You really don't have to do that," I say as Austin and I start walking up the long driveway.
"I know but I want to, why is it such a big deal?"
I shrug, "I've never had someone do something nice for me in a while it just feels weird."
"Well, if we're going to be friends you have to get use to people doing nice things for you, because this won't be the last good deed I do," He says meanwhile a smile makes it way on my face.
We reach the door and Mike unlocks it and swings it open revealing the inside of the hotel looking house. I stare in awe at the marvels of the inside. Its basic and modern yet fancy and sophisticated. It is the prettiest house I have ever seen and probably will ever see in my entire life.
"Come on I'll show you the guest room," Austin says to me as he begins climbing the grand staircase in the front room. I follow him up the marble steps and down the hall. We stop at a white door and he opens it revealing a classic white room with some boxes stacked up around the room.
"Sorry about the boxes, we haven't finished unpacking yet, I can move them out if you want," Austin says putting my bags onto the king sized bed in the middle of the room.
"No it's not really that big of deal."
"Are you sure? It wouldn't be that hard to move them, there isn't a whole lot."
"If it will make you happy you can move them," I say.
"It doesn't matter if it makes me happy, will it make you happy?"
"I already said I don't care, you can move them if you want to, you seem very insistent that they be moved."
"Am not," He says crossing his arms. Real mature.
"You kind of are. The boxes don't bother me, but if they bother you move them."
"They don't bother me. Why would they bother me? I'm not staying in this room, you are."
"Exactly, so why do you care so much that you want to move them?" I question raising my eyebrows.
"I just want you to be comfortable," Austin says scratching the back of his neck.
"Alright, fine, move the boxes, if that will make you feel like I feel more comfortable!" I give in throwing my arms up in defeat.
"What? That didn't really make sense."
"Whatever, just move the boxes."
"Okay," he says, "Oh, if you need anything my room is next door and the bathroom is right across the hall."
"Thanks," I say as I walk over to the bed and sit down, watching as Austin lifts up boxes and moves them out of the room.
"Where are you putting the boxes?" I ask when he re-enters my room once again.
"I'm putting them in a room down the hall."
"What do you use the room for?"
"Nothing yet, its going to be for the baby, my mom's expecting," Austin sighs, as he walks over and lays down on the bed, "She has always had trouble getting pregnant. I don't think the baby was planned, because there's going to be a 16 year gap between us, but my parents are overjoyed."
"Are you?" I ask, laying down on my side to look at Austin.
"If I'm being honest not really."
"Why not?"
He sighs again, "Well, there's such a big gap, I mean I can't really do anything about it, but it's like why are my parents having another kid if they barely have anytime for the one they have now?"
We lay in silence for a while before Austin speaks again, "My parents are leaving tomorrow morning for business again. It's the third time this month. They're barely ever here."
"My parents can't even be in the same room together for more that 5 minutes, then when my dad isn't with my mom arguing over something stupid, he's drunk."
"Why don't you live with your mom?" Austin says, propping himself up on one elbow, to look at me while I remain staring up at the ceiling.
"She's always in Africa for work 9 months of the year and when she's here she's always with her stupid new husband, and when I'm at their house they're always really loud. And her husband is kind of a jerk. He calls me the wrong name every time I'm there. I don't think he's ever called my 'Ally' before," I sigh.
We fall into silence again, the only noise coming from downstairs as Austin's parents move around, trying to finalize everything for when they leave.
"Hey Austin?" Mike yells from below.
"Yeah?" Austin shouts back.
"Change of plans, your mom and I have to leave tonight, you guys going to be okay?"
Austin looks at me and rolls his eyes, mouthing 'Of course' before he shouts a simple yes as a reply. We hear the front door open and close then the sound of a car pulling out of the driveway leaving us once again in silence.
"I don't want to grow up," Austin says, "If my life is going to be like my parents, I'd much prefer to just stay 16 forever."
"Adulthood seems too stressful," I agree.
"I wish I could just lay here in this moment forever. Nothing's wrong, we don't have to worry about anything and it's just peaceful."
"Me too, more than anything."