Chapter 2
[Ally]
If I was still seventeen and immature, I would've snubbed Austin and walked right past him, but I wasn't seventeen anymore; I was a mature, nineteen year old woman. I proved that to Austin when I walked right up to him, holding out my hand, squaring out my shoulders, and keeping my head held high, "Austin," I greeted, but there was a clip in my voice. Okay, so maybe I'm not as mature about this as I expected to be.
Austin was hesitant before he finally settled his palm into mine and shaking it firmly. His grip was tighter than necessary; I could literally feel the anger inside of his hand. "Ally," his smile was fake.
The tension around us was violent. I was sure that any moment the two of us were going to lose it and start ripping each other's heads off, but then Trish started to talk which I was thankful for.
"Well," she let out, her tone just above an awkward state, "Now that you two have...reunited, maybe we can all sit down and..." she trailed off, pondering her thoughts.
I think this is the moment she's realized there's nothing the four of us could really do that would be as sentimental as it was from two years ago; things have changed in tremendous ways. I've turned into a thriving new star with millions of fans and Austin's career is still going strong like it always was and he's got millions of fans, point is: We can't go anywhere without being surrounded especially when two of the world's newest and greatest stars are hanging out together. That would sure kick the media and make everyone and everything go crazy.
"Go to the arcade!" Dez suggested thoughtfully and Austin immediately liked that idea as he high-fived his best friend. Trish and I looked at the two boys would incredulity.
"We're not going to the arcade," Trish made her opinion known.
"Arcade's are boring," I blurted.
"You're boring," Austin insulted. I laughed sarcastically at him.
"Are we really going to do this?" I questioned him, raising a perfectly trimmed, quizzical brow. He stepped closer to me. Did he seriously get even taller?!
"I guess so," he countered, "But you were always boring, now that I think about it. Always sucking the life out of people or stealing away their joy, instead we all had to cloud-watch or do homework, or," his eyes grew wide with fake excitement as he said with a high voice, "Yay! Study date!"
I squinted my eyes, my brown orbs shooting daggers at him with just one look. "And like I remember it, you quite liked that," I felt my lips curve into a knowing smirk. His eyes iced over with coldness and resentment towards me.
"And I was blind," he spat back.
"You know, I would reply to that statement, but you're just really not worth any of my time," I barked back, slyly. And with the look on his face, it's looking like I just won that round.
Trish cleared her throat to get our attention back. Austin and I looked at her and composed ourselves. "How about a movie? My place?" Trish questioned quickly before Austin and I could snap at each other anymore.
I glanced at Austin hatefully while he glared back at me. I turned to Trish and nodded, "Fine with me." She grinned, relieved that I at least agreed to something.
"Sounds like a plan," Austin grumbled, annoyance in his voice.
We all managed to avoid fans and paparazzi on the way to Trish's place. I was so grateful that it was slightly rainy outside. I really wasn't in any mood to answer any rising questions from the media. I knew they'd dig for a greater answer than just: 'We're working on an Album together'.
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"Could you at least try to pretend you don't hate him?" Trish growled at me under her breath when we'd gone into her kitchen to whip up some snacks. I sighed and looked at her.
"I'm trying, but he's making it hard," I defended myself, "I came in with confidence and maturity and then he just glared and it got to me."
Trish sighs, "Well, you did hurt him."
I gawked at her. "Excuse me?!"
Trish stared at me, rather scared, "Well, you said you thought he was a one-hit wonder, I guess it scarred him because he thought the world of you."
"I thought that when we were fifteen!" I snapped at her, keeping my voice low so the boys couldn't hear us, "he met up with a new song writer while we had chemistry!" The acid slipped through my lips. I heard the popcorn beep and I tore it out of the microwave and ignored the way it burned my finger tips when I held it. "Don't think, for one minute, Trish, that this is on me. I thought wrong at fifteen and he did wrong at seventeen. He knew very well that I would never leave him, I loved writing with him with everything in my heart. He gave up on me."
I was surprised when those words left my mouth, but I didn't show it. Trish stared back at me. "You both did wrong, can we leave it at that?" she asked me, softly. I studied her face for a moment before nodding.
"Yeah...I guess that's all we can accept for now. What happened, happened, we can't change it. We both made mistakes and we're making up the consequences," I replied. She didn't say anything, only followed me into her living room where Dez and Austin were talking lowly before Dez caught sight of us and they conversation immediately deflated. I guessed it was the same conversation that Trish was having with me.
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We were watching Taken, but I couldn't focus. Austin was sitting across the room and I could feel his hateful glare burning into my flesh. Every now and then I'd meet his eyes and shoot him a dirty look, then he would roll his eyes and turn away. I mimicked my ex-best friend; rolling my eyes and turning away. My thoughts were wandering until they pulled me into a flashback.
"I can't trust you, now can I?" I spat with venom stinging my words. Austin didn't even bother to play out a good apology, instead he found comfort in rolling his eyes and glaring down at me. I was starting to get nervous with how much he was angering me, I could almost feel something as strong as hate coming on.
"I can't trust you either, Ally," he replied, his arms crossed. "I never know what you're saying behind my back exactly."
"I was fifteen," I snapped at him.
"Doesn't matter," he shot back at me, "You still said it and I can never know whether you're going to say something awful about me again. One hit wonder? You really thought that low of me? Do you still think that low of me?"
Out of anger, I exclaimed, "As a matter of fact, I do!" I didn't even mean it, but it just came out, there was nothing I could do about it now as I watched the hurt in his gaze slowly drift into a state of anger. "You can't even write your own songs. I'm constantly having to compose music with you just so you can actually thrive in your dream! Without me, you really were a one hit wonder."
I grimaced and forced myself out of the memory. How awful of me to say something so vile. I've forgiven myself by constantly repeating that none of it was true, but that didn't take away from the fact that I still said it and he obviously thought I meant it. I always went into denial by telling myself that he hurt me, too. He met with a songwriter while we were still working together, we had feelings and he wanted to just leave me in the dust. With that thought, my blood started to boil again.
I scrubbed my fingers through my hair and tried to focus on the movie. It was of no avail so I focused down at the paper in my lap and scribbled down lyrics that were pulsing in my mind.
Isn't it funny how many times we can say,
We drawn the line, cross it out, turn the page,
And moved on
That's what we thought
But here I am in the same old car,
Having myself another same old brown-eyed bar
Uh oh, uh oh,
I won't tell nobody
I won't tell my friends
We'll just drive down this road till the one we're on ends
And we'll tell each other things like I need you
You and me
Baby this is what we do
I may see
There are people you just come back to
So fall back on me
Fall back on you
You always let someone come in between
Your talking round the truth and never say what we mean
Look at all this wasted time
I won't tell nobody
I won't tell my friend
We'll just drive down this road and pray it doesn't end
And we'll tell each other things, like I love you
You and me
Baby this is what we do
I may see
There are people who you come back to
So fall back on me,
Fall back on you
Maybe we'll last
Maybe we won't
Maybe we'll stop talking and I'll haunt you like a ghost
But just, baby, get along with me
You and me
Baby this is what we do
I may see
There are people that you come back too
Fall back on me
Baby I'll fall back on you
Fall back on me baby,
Baby I'll fall back on you
Fall back on you
Fall back on you
I stopped writing and then began to read it over, tapping my pen to a beat in my head. I didn't know where that came from and I denied it was about Austin, so I settled in the thought that it was just random words that didn't mean anything. I ignored the little voice inside that told me every time I write a song it always means something and it's always about someone.
When I looked up from the paper after I'd re-read the mysterious lyrics numerous times, my gaze rested into two brown eyes staring back at me. I felt my palms get hot. How long had he been staring? I ignored my racing heart and swallowed old feelings. Austin quickly turned his head away when coming to the realization that I'd caught him staring. I shook my head and attempted to focus on the movie one more time.
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"Did you even watch the movie?" Trish quizzed me, accusingly.
"Yeah," I breathed.
"Really now? Because every time I looked over, you were staring at Austin or scribbling words down onto that paper and thumping your pen to a pretty cool rhythm," she replied while she scrubbed make up from her face.
I gave her a look, "I was not staring at him, he kept staring at me and it was getting on my nerves."
"Mhm," she hummed, unconvinced. I rolled my eyes and pulled out the half-crumpled paper from my back pocket and managed to push her accusatory voice to the back of my mind while I pulled my guitar out from its case. "Are you even listening?" she glowered at me when I finally zoned back in to look at her.
"Nope," I giggled, her mouth gapped slightly before she crossed her arms, sending me a darker look. "If you'll excuse me, I've got things to do." I tried not to giggle again as I waved my paper with newly written lyrics at her. I clutched my guitar and pulled myself away into the guest room where I composed music for my new song.
It was another hour before I was fully finished writing all the music notes and jotting down little tips on the side of my paper. Trish's voice was muffled from the other side of the door as she shouted, "Oh, my gosh! Is that about Austin?"
"No!" I growled, but the stressed look on my face faded when I heard her echoing laughter and then a small compliment on the song. I shook my head and set my guitar on the floor. The tips of my fingers were aching from holding down the strings, but I've grown used to it. I lay back on the soft, white comforter. I stared up at the ceiling, feeling satisfied with my song but also feeling dread for tomorrow when I'd have to sit with Austin alone for the first time since our friendship-ending fight and write a new song with him. Plus, many after that and then record them.
I groaned at the thought of what this was going to do. We'll have to have interviews together, duets(obviously), concerts. Why did our record labels think this was such a splendid idea?
The little voice in my head said, Because it is. Two international pop-stars writing an album together and collaborating music, it's the whole package deal. I muffled that agreement by plugging in my iPod and blasting The Lumineers until it drowned out all my thoughts.
This was probably long and boring...I'm sorry, but it was just a filler to get the story going. I was trying to drift into how much Austin and Ally's friendship has fallen apart.
Some people were confused a bit...? So, the idea for this Fic came from the episode Real Life & Reel Life obviously from Austin and Ally. Anyway, so basically Austin and Ally got angry at each other from untold secrets (refer to episode) I just made it out that they never made up and instead had an even bigger fight causing them to end their friendship and partnership and they have not spoken for about a year and a half.
Here's some minor information to clear everything: Ally is now internationally famous, she's become a huge inspiration and superstar. Austin is still famous as well, he's got a new songwriter. Ally did happen to leave Miami to go to L.A. Trish and Dez are still friends with both Austin and Ally.
If you're confused on what's going on as of right now, I'm going to explain that right now, too: Austin and Ally's record labels wanted Austin and Ally to collaborate an album thus causing Ally to come back to Miami so they could write and record an album together.
P.S: I feel like my writing is really boring. I'm just worried that I might jump into the story too fast, but anyways, this Chapter was super boring due to it being a filler. I'm sorry about that, I'll try to speed things up and make it more interesting!