Guys, I'm still alive! OMSTARS I've been gone for a while! It took me FOREVER to write this chapter! Like, I don't even remember what day I started it, but it was way before I wrote Shopping, which, by the way, is really bad. Definitely my worst story ever. Anyways, this chapter is really long, and it has a cliffhanger ending. I'll try not to take so long next chapter! Again, I'M SO SORRY I TOOK LIKE A MILLION YEARS TO WRITE THIS! Oh, and the disclaimer is a prompt from JustBeMyselfInWriting: Me and Piper and Megan all go on some adventure. Easy enough.
Maddie's Incredible Disclaimer: Part III
Megan: *With me in her totes amaze bedroom* So, what you're saying is that you know the girl who kidnapped Ally?
Me: Yep. She loves Auslly as much as us. She's pretty cool.
Piper: *Walks in* Hi! I'm Piper!
Megan: I'm Megan! So, we should be, like, the three besties!
Me: Yes!
Piper: Let's go on an adventure!
Me and Megan: Yeah! *We all leave the house and end up in Africa*
Me: Well, this is some adventure!
Piper: I know, right? This rainforest is so pretty! Maybe we'll see Ally's mom!
Megan: I thought her mom was home.
Piper: Oh, yeah.
Me: *Stops Piper and Megan because we've come to a cliff* Woah.
Piper and Megan: Woah.
Me: I see water! Let's go cliff diving!
Megan: Yeah! I'll go first! *All of a sudden, we're all in supercute swimsuits* *Megan jumps off cliff into water* THAT WAS AWESOME!
Me: Your turn, Pipes.
Piper: *Gulps* I'm scared.
Me: If you go right now, I'll do my disclaimer without complaining when I get down.
Piper: Deal. *Jumps*
Me: She could've just floated down on a black cloud. She is a Shadow.
To Be Continued
Guess Who's Back?
(Austin's P.O.V.)
I sit on my bed in my room. Did Ally really think I was serious when I called her 'Love?' I mean, sure, I miss her. A lot. But, I know she doesn't miss me. Like, as a boyfriend. We've made up since the fight, without actually mentioning it. I guess that's just us. We can just forget about fights. I guess we're just not ready to be together.
I can't believe we're going to die painful deaths if I can't save her in a week. And she doesn't even want to tell Trish and Dez we can communicate? I don't know how I'm going to do this. I sigh and look at the clock. It's been half an hour. I start thinking about what might be in that file folder in Ally's head. It was pretty big. I really want to know what she thinks of me.
Finally, the hour passes and I gladly go back to sleep. It's, like, midnight, and I'm exhausted. I close my eyes and I'm back in the white room of Ally's head. I sit in the beanbag from earlier and watch the walls. Whatever she's thinking appears on the walls. She's not thinking about anything at the moment. "Your favorite singer's back," I say in a sing-song voice.
Bruno Mars is here? She asks jokingly. I smile and roll my eyes.
"So I'm guessing Piper's not back?" She shakes her head. "So what do you wanna do?"
Dunno. I'm gonna go watch TV.
"What show?" I ask, connecting to her senses. She's walking down the glass stairs to the movie room. I guess she can watch TV in there, too.
Talk shows, fashion shows. Nothing you'd be interested in. I can use the time looking through that folder.
"Kay," I reply, disconnecting her senses. She sits down in a big red chair.
If you look through that folder-
"What are you gonna do?" I ask, interrupting her. "Beat me up? I'm in your head. Kill me? We're already gonna die in a few days."
Way to be optimistic, Mr. Sunshine. I don't respond. I just stand up, grab the folder, and sit back down. She doesn't say anything either. She just sits there, the TV off.
"Well? Aren't you gonna watch TV?" Ally grabs the remote and turns on some talk show I don't care about. She doesn't mention anything about the folder. She's probably giving up. I was going to go through it anyways. "Well, here goes nothing," I mumble to myself. I open the folder in my hands.
Austin Monica Moon
Best friend, Music Partner, Ex-boyfriend
The ex-boyfriend label is like a punch in the gut. I sigh and read the next section, which looks like what Ally's description of me would be.
Soft blonde hair; warm, chocolate brown eyes with little flecks of green and gold-very good at the 'puppy dog eyes'; amazing bright smile; annoying yet endearing smirk when he's right; adorable when he's embarrassed-especially when he blushes; very good looking; sweet; optimistic; great attitude towards almost everything; loyal; ambitious; amazing singer; incredible dancer; can't write songs; loves pancakes; bad at making decisions; gives great hugs; good kisser; strong; athletic; 6ft 1in tall; 16 years old; very childish; loves stuffed animals
Wow. She's pretty thorough. I smile at a few parts. Should I push her buttons now or wait until I read the actual thoughts and look at the pictures? Eh, I'll give her a little taste of what's to come.
"My eyes are pretty detailed," I start. "I always knew I was good at the 'puppy dog eyes.'" I feel her roll her eyes.
You read the description. That's it?
"For now."
Yeah, well, it's all true. For example, your eyes really do have these little flecks of green and gold in them, but you have to look closely. And you really can't write songs. And you do love pancakes. And you give great hugs. And-
"Ally," I say with an 'annoying yet endearing' smirk on my face, "you're rambling."
Sorry.
"It's about how amazing I am. And I never said stop." I feel her roll her eyes and swallow the wave of nausea.
Whatever. I don't even care anymore. I know what she's trying to do. She's trying to act like she doesn't care so I'll lose interest. Well played, Dawson.
"That's not gonna work on me." She doesn't reply. I look through the pictures in the folder. There are a lot.
There are multiple pictures of me just smiling, and a few of me in mid-laugh. There's also a picture from a photo shoot I did for a magazine poster. I was leaning against a guitar. I wasn't quite smiling, but a little more curve in my lips and I would have been. The picture's a close-up, so I see the flecks of color in my eyes. I only saw them because I was looking for them, though. Either Ally's really observant, or she sees me way too much. It's probably both.
There are also some pictures from all the dates I took her on. I skim over those quickly. I don't want to dwell on the memories too much. There's a picture of me looking up at her from where I was sitting on the piano bench in the practice room. I recognize it as from when I lost my memories. I find it weird that this picture would be in her recent thoughts. I shrug and continue looking.
I see a picture of us hugging, a picture of me from when I was sick, a picture of me hugging Dougie the Dolphin (why does she have that in there?), and a picture of me from when I was in that coma. I must say, I look pretty hot in all of these (ego bigger than the state of Texas? Pshhh, no).
"I guess I can see why you have most of these pictures, but me when I was sick? Me when I was hugging Dougie? When I was just looking at you from the piano? Me in a coma? Are you saying you watch me sleep? Are you, like, secretly a creeper or something? Stalker, maybe?"
I have reasons for everything. Shut up.
"Well, can I hear these reasons? 'Cause I'm kinda creeped out at the moment. Do you really watch me sleep?"
No! Of course not! I'm not a creeper, a stalker, or anything else you might think I am.
"Uh huh," I say suspiciously, a cocky smile on my face. "You've really got it bad don't you?" I can't wait to see how she squirms.
No, I- Why would you- How on Earth- What do you- Why- she pauses in her thought for a second. You're really enjoying this aren't you?
"More than I probably should," I reply cheekily. She doesn't say anything more.
I've been sifting through the papers in this folder for hours. There are a bunch of meaningless pictures and little mental notes (literally). A few are kind of interesting. One says Ask Austin about that recurring nightmare he's been having. It's dated from last year when my memories were gone. Ah. That recurring nightmare. (1)
All of a sudden, the scene in Ally's head changes. I'm no longer in that little office area that is Ally's head. Now, I'm at the school.
"What the?" I say to myself. Then, I see Ally talking to…me?
"Listen, Austin, I've been meaning to tell you something," Ally says. I quickly hide around the corner so they (we?) don't see me. Ally pulls the other me over to the bench in front of the lockers.
"What's up?" the other me asks.
"I-er-uh-erm," she sighs. "I wanna get back together." I smile. Please let this be reflecting her actual feelings. My smile is wiped right off my face when I hear what I have to say about her confession.
"You? Me? C'mon, Als, you're kidding, right? We could never date. You're the shy songwriter; I'm the confident singer. You like pickles; I like pancakes. We're complete opposites. Besides, why would I want to date you? I only did it to begin with out of pity. I knew you liked me, even when I had no memory. You were just so dorky, I felt bad that no one would want to date you. Our whole relationship was fake. No way would I actually have feelings for you!" Kira then walks up and Dream Me puts his stupid yet muscled arm around her. Gosh, my biceps are huge. "Friends and partners, right?" he adds, walking away with Kira. Ally is in complete shock. She just sits down on the bench and cries. Hard.
After a few minutes, I can't take it anymore. I run to her. "Ally, I would never do that to you in real life. This is only a dream. I can be a jerk at times, but not show-off-you-got-back-together-with-your-ex-girlfr iend-to-your-latest-ex-girlfriend-who-is-your-best -friend-slash-songwriter jerk." Ally looks up at me as I put my arm around her shoulders. She stops crying.
"First of all, is that the real you? Second of all, what are you doing here? And third of all, did you really just see all that?"
"Yes, yes, and I'm in your head. I'd be in your dreams, too. Like, the real me. I guess Dream Me is in your dreams as well. Please tell me not all your dreams about me are of me being a complete jerky weasel. And don't say you don't ever dream about me. I mean, look at me," I say, answering her questions. Hey, if I don't have my ego, what do I have?
She shrugs. "Whatever. And no, you're not always a jerk in my dreams….. Can we just forget this ever happened? I don't know if-" She gets cut off as she disappears. She probably woke up. I don't bring up the subject. I'm kind of hurt that she doesn't want to talk about getting back together.
It's really late. I should actually go to sleep. So, if you could wake up, that'd be great…
"Uh, okay." I wake up and lay in my bed for another five minutes. Then, I take a shower, get dressed, and brush my teeth. As I'm eating breakfast, I feel the short brunette appear in my head. I check my fortress. Sturdy as ever.
So, what's the plan? She asks as I finish eating. I feel her connect to my senses.
Sonic Boom. Trish, Dez, and I are helping your dad out today.
Fun. I hope that's sarcasm. Then again, this is Ally. I head out the front door. The mall's only a ten minute walk, and I like the fresh air. Ally hums some song in my head. I recognize it as "Can't Make It Without You," and I remember something.
I just remembered! Ally, there should be these headphone things on the desk. I imagined them up. If you put them on, I can talk out loud and you'll hear me normally. Like, it won't sound like a thousand girls screaming in your ear. But you'll also still be able to hear me when I talk to you with my thoughts. It's the best of both worlds. I feel her get up from the couch she was sitting on and go over to the desk. She puts on the headphones.
"So, do they work?" I ask out loud. I'm about to enter the mall.
Wow, yeah. Good idea, Austin. I'll have to think some up for you tomorrow. I enter the mall and walk to Sonic Boom. I'm surprised to see Trish and Dez not arguing when I walk inside. You see them not arguing too, right? Ally asks. I nod.
"Hey guys. Are you two actually getting along?" I ask. They both nod with surprised faces as they realize that they are, in fact, getting along.
"Guess so," Trish says.
"So, Ally's dad went to another convention. Man, I really hope that when we're all older and rich and famous, Ally won't go to so many conventions. If she does, I don't know how you're gonna deal with Bailey, Brian, and Brady," Dez tells me. I feel Ally's confused expression in my head.
"Who are Bailey, Brian, and Brady?" I ask for the both of us. I mean, it's not like Ally could ask them.
"Yours and Ally's three kids," Dez replies as if it's obvious. "Brian and Brady are twins, and Bailey's five years younger than them. The boys are very protective of Bailey, and they all get along really well. Bailey has your hair, and Brian and Brady, who are identical, I might add, have Ally's hair. They all have brown eyes, and they're all musical prodigies. None of them have Ally's stage fright, and they really express themselves in their music. Bailey can be shy at times, but she still loves performing on stage. The boys are outgoing and skilled pranksters. Bailey helps to keep them in line, despite her young age compared to them. Whenever Bailey is upset, they're right there comforting her. If a boy ever makes her cry, all they ask is 'Who are we beating up?' Also, they all have a little bit of Ally's adorkableness and a lot of your ego and confident attitude. They have the optimism both you and Ally have, and they are very adorable when they're little and quite the lookers when they're older. They are really smart and are at the top of all their classes in school. When they become famous, they stay down to earth and don't let the fame get to their heads. I mean, they've been famous since before they were born. Austin and Ally Moons' children. They are a pretty big deal. Even though they're the perfect kids, they can still be a handful, and, no offense, but you're not the most responsible. Although, I'm sure you'd be able to pull through for Ally. " Ally is speechless. I sort of am, too, but I shake my head to snap out of it.
"Wow, Dez. You have the future all planned out," I say as Trish remembers to close her jaw that was wide open a second ago. Dez smiles and nods. "One problem. Ally and I dated and broke up. We're not together anymore." I feel the awkwardness present in my head.
"But you want to be," Trish remarks. I just kind of cough and change the subject.
"So, there's no one in the store right now, and it's a Tuesday, the least busy day of the week here. So, what should we do?" I ask. Dez walks over with his laptop.
"I finished the music video. You should watch it." He presses play and the music video starts playing. The song we did it for is a new song Ally and I wrote about a month ago. It's called "Here Comes Forever," and it has a bunch of movie references in it. It's probably my favorite song we've ever written.
Yeah, it really is good. Those movie references you came up with were perfect, Ally says, responding to my thoughts. The video ends. All of a sudden, Ally disappears. Maybe Piper just got home and Ally woke up. She'll probably be back soon.
"Dez, Trish, I need to tell you something. But, you have to promise not to mention it after I tell you or Ally'll kill me."
"Huh?" Trish says.
"Ally and I can communicate. We just go to sleep and dream about each other, and if we're both asleep, we see each other in a dream. If one of us is awake, the other person is in their head. Literally. Right now, Ally's awake, but normally, she's in my head," I finish. I felt Ally come back during that, but I couldn't stop. I had to get this off my chest. "Well, at least I think so, I really miss her. I may be going slightly crazy," I add. Wait, that wasn't me.
Was that you? I ask Ally.
Yeah. I found the controls for everything in your body. You should've hidden those in your fortress.
Good idea, I reply. With that, I mentally toss all the controls in my fortress. Ha.
"Sorry, that was Ally. She found the dumb controls. I'm not kidding or crazy. She's really here, I promise," I say to Trish and Dez, who are looking at me with weird expressions. "Here, I'll prove it." I pull up Word on Dez's laptop and say, "I'll give the finger controls back to Ally. She can connect to my senses, so she can see what I see. She'll write a song, and prove it."
I'm not doing it.
"Oh, yes you are," I say out loud. I see Trish and Dez's expressions and say, "I'm talking to Ally." If you don't, I continue, I'll tell them about that dream you had last night. You know, the one where I broke your heart into a million pieces after you said you wanted to get back together? The one where you only stopped crying 'cause I was there, telling you it wasn't real? Okay, that was the rudest, meanest thing I've ever said. I instantly feel bad about it. I am such a jerk. I really don't deserve to have her as a friend. Ally looks like a puppy that I not only kicked, but slapped and hair-pulled and beat with a stick. She quickly puts on a hard face and types a few lyrics on Dez's laptop.
C'mon, get loud, loud, let it out
Shout it out from the rooftops
C'mon get loud 'till they shut us down
After looking over the few lyrics Ally typed, Trish says, "Okay, we believe you. What should we do now?" Just then, I hear Ally scream and I hear a raspy voice in my head.
Hello, Austin. I quickly close my eyes so she doesn't see anything.
"No. No, no, no, no, no," I say nervously. I'm kind of panicking. I make sure all my thoughts go in the fortress, and I make the fortress stronger. I also feel where Ally has been thrown and imagine her in the fortress. I quickly type on the laptop with my eyes closed. Good thing I'm good at typing.
Trish, Dez, don't speak. Don't panic. Just read. Sarah is in my head. Ally's unconscious. Sarah threw her across the room. Ally's safe now; I put her in this fortress thing. But, I need you two to do something. My eyes are closed, as you can tell, so Sarah can't see where I am. I want you to take my arms and guide me upstairs to the practice room. Lay me on the couch so I can go to sleep, where I can actually see Sarah. Give me a subtle sign you see this and will do as I said.
I feel a light pressure on my foot. I stand up, my eyes still closed, and I feel Trish and Dez grab my arms. They bring me up to the practice room and lay me on the couch, just as I told them to. I hear them shuffling around and eventually they sit on the floor, I think. Sarah is looking around at the now bare room in my head. Now, I just have to fall asleep, even though I'm not even tired. I remember what Dez said. For Ally, I'll pull through.
Chapter 4! This chapter is over 3,000 words long! Wowza! So, yeah! I'll try SUPER hard not to take as long this time! Thanks for reading and please review! Love you sooooo much!
(1) The nightmare where he told Ally how he felt and she ran off with Dallas. From Forgotten so yeah...
Maddie's Incredible Disclaimers: Part III Continued
Me: *Jumps and lands safely in water* Well, that was fun. And I don't own Austin and Ally, "Can't Make It Without You," or "Here Comes Forever," or "Loud."You two have heard them, right?
Megan: I've heard "Can't Make It Without You" and "Loud."
Piper: Me, too. What's "Here Comes Forever?"
Me: The greatest song ever written. It's by R5. I'll show you guys when we get home.
Piper: Speaking of... *Takes us home in one of her Shadow clouds*
Megan's Mom: So, what have you three been up to today?
Me: We went to Africa!
Megan: And we wen't cliffdiving!
Piper: And Maddie did the disclaimer without complaining!
Megan's Mom: Awh, you three have quite the imaginations.
The End