Hi! Everyone! So, this is now the first part to the four part ending of Chemical Reactions. But first, shout outs to: queenc1, primjay10 and RockandRollsuperstar. Now, you may proceed to read.
Ally's POV (Day before Prom)
Since prom was really special, we didn't have classes for the day before it and the morning on the day. So, I got up late, ignored Austin's phone calls and went to the kitchen and got out some cereal. Today, Trish was taking me to the Shirley's Span and Salon to 'fix me up' for the dance. My dad was out on a business trip to Cairo, as per usual so I just popped in one of my homemade CD's of favorite songs in the stereo and cranked it up to a decent level. Right now, the song was Battlefield by Jordin Sparks. I turned it up louder. Someone rang the bell. I answered the door in my old faded black shirt, blue jeans and morning hair. The person who came to see me today was Trish, all glammed and girlied up to go to the spa.
"Ready?" she asked excitedly.
"Whatever," I said.
Next Day at afternoon (3 hours till prom night)
The next day, I woke up from my afternoon nap to find a box sitting beside my bed. On it, was a note written in perfect, elegant writing. Gabriel. I opened it and read the words to my mind.
Hey Ally,
Trish told me you didn't pick a dress for prom so I got you this. I hope you like it.
Gabriel
I opened the box, only to find a dress waiting for me, complete with shoes and jewelry. The dress itself was made of silk, and it was a bit longer than my knee. Maybe about three or two inches. The bottom was a gorgeous deep dark blue and as it rose to the top, the color became lighter. The shoes were electric blue, and the jewels were earrings, a necklace and a bracelet in the color of clear aquamarine blue. I gently ran my finger along the material of the dress, soothed by its smooth texture. That was how I found myself two hours and thirty minutes later, wearing the dress that Gabriel picked out for me. Trish wore the pink dress I saw the other day.
"Gabriel was so nice to buy that dress for you!" Trish said, looking at me enviously. I stared through the mirror, looking at the unfamiliar girl I saw there now. She looked like me, with her long brown hair and brown eyes, but she was the complete opposite of the girl that was in the cocoon, using it as a shield from the rest of the world. But, now she was a butterfly, ready to face the world. There was only one person that helped me through this transformation. Austin Moon. The boy who owned my heart, even now. A familiar dull ache bloomed in my chest, and I squelched it, the way I would do to a small flower. I grabbed my IPod and slipped it in my handbag. Soon, I heard the sound of a car rounding the bend and come to a stop in my house. Gabriel honked the horn twice. I glanced one last time at the mirror and the girl stared at me, with her perfect brown curls and pretty brown eyes and her perfect face, made beautiful by make-up. I walked down the stairs, walking to meet Gabriel. He was there, wearing his tuxedo, holding his corsage, which he put on my hand. It was made out of roses, my favorite flower. I smiled at him. Trish was with Trent, and they were laughing about something. I got in the front seat and Gabriel went in the driver's seat, turned up the engine, put on a CD and drove out of my house, and I watched it as it slowly got smaller and smaller until it disappeared completely out of sight. I looked at the song that was playing. It stopped and then started playing again, but I recognized it.
"One Direction?" I asked, looking at Gabriel.
"Yeah," Trent said, "Gabriel's a Directioner,"
"Me too, well sort of," I said. Gabriel glanced at me.
"What do you mean by that?" he asked.
"Well, I'd be a Directioner, but I haven't bought any of their albums as yet," I said. Gabriel gave me a questioning look, but didn't say anything. I glanced out of the window, before I stopped the CD and popped in a new random one.
You're always on my mind
I think about you all the time
Um, no
Let's not talk about it
Drama: we can live without it
Catch a wave if we're bored
There's a clock we'll ignore
Find a way around it
I glared at the window, and let a long sigh. This was going to be a long night.
Hey, part one done! Get ready for part 2 on Friday!
