AN: I love this chapter! :D Enjoy! Sorry I haven't uploaded in forever! xD This chapter is dedicated to "We'll Be A Dream" by We The Kings ft. Demi Lovato. Enjoy! Rinny out! X3
Chapter 17
I wake up with that cliché feeling. My hands fly to my knotted hair as I sit up in my bed. My eyes dash across my bedroom, the bright sunshine shining through the thin curtains. I reach my hands above me to stretch, taking in the fresh air as it moves across my dry lips. And then the cliché thought creeps into my mind as it had only moments ago. The peaceful minute doesn't last.
"Was last night a dream?" is my question to the crisp morning air. The simple thought is maddening, trying to remember how I felt, trying to recall the memory I am nearly positive is simply a dream. Merely a thought that is passing. It could not have been a dream, I tell myself. But the hardest part of the thought is if the consideration is a lie or not. And oh, how I wish it happened. Last night was a dream… come true.
"I remember. It happened," I speak to the invisible contradiction. I throw the thick covers that lie on top of my body, clothed in pajamas, across the bed. I stand up, my still asleep thighs buckling, nearly causing me to tumble. I stroll to my dresser and put together an outfit in a matter of minutes. The outfit I put on is a violet mini skirt with a soft, gray cardigan and a simple tank underneath. I slip on a pair of diverse socks, one of crimson red and the other navy blue.
I am not focusing on the shade of my socks, or even if my side part is straight as I glance into the mirror. No, I'm not focusing on appearance, as it didn't matter now. I need to go to the studios, I think to myself. Correction, I need to go to Chad. Besides that, nothing matters. I know it wasn't just a dream. I know it wasn't just a figment of imagination. I know it wasn't a fairytale. It was reality and I was going to give it a fairytale ending.
I race to my car after grabbing a bag of chips, my car keys, and my purse. I reach my car in a rush, nearly missing the door handle as I reach out for it. I open the door, as I had forgotten to lock it the night before. I climb into the driver seat and shove the shiny key into the ignition. Gray coughs out of the back of my car as I back up and drive away from my apartment. I am going to see Chad, my mind reminds me. And I smile.
My car pulls up to the studio parking lot slowly as if mocking me with its nearly empty tank of gasoline. I step out of the vehicle and with only my purse and an empty bag of Doritos. Running as fast as my tired feet could manage, I race towards the studio entrance. I know I'll have to find Chad, so I can't figure why I'm running. Some people would say desperate. Yet I would conclude with excited.
I open the cumbersome entrance door and run into a deserted hallway. My right eyebrow rises in confusion and I pull out my cell phone from my purse. I look at the time and roll my eyes. A light chuckle leaves my lips, as I stand there alone in the darkened corridor.
"Five in the morning. Really, Ally, really?" a voice calls out. I turn, but even if a blindfold shielded my eyes, I know the voice by heart.
"Chad," I whisper, seeing him enter from another door only a few feet away from me. He nods and runs to me, embracing me in a breath lacking hug. He gleams, his face alight with the touch of his dimples. And we stand there, just in each other's arms for moments that seem to pass too quickly.
"Ally?" he speaks softly, pulling away lightly. I look up into his cloaked eyes that are hidden by his blonde bangs.
"Yeah?" is my simplistic response. He smirks as something is on his mind. If only he was an open book to me as I am to him.
"Would you want to go out tonight?" he asks, his eyes now leaving mine. I blush slightly and nod repeatedly.
"Yes. Yes, that sounds great," I tell him with a smile so large it breaks human nature. He seems relieved as if I would tell him no. He sighs and rests his arm on my shoulder. He begins to walk and I stroll with him by his side.
"You know, since we're both so early for our rehearsals, I guess I should tell you something!" he exclaims with a pleased tone. I smile, excited once more.
"Well," he begins. "I have an audition for a movie!" I squeal quietly, clapping softly.
"That's great, Chad! Which movie?" I ask him, eager to see if he is auditioning for a character I know. He grins larger.
"It's a new one coming out in 2011! It's called The Chase. It's about a guy who is running away from his life as a CIA agent and is in hiding," he explains. Sounds like a take off on Mackenzie Falls, just because of the many predictable scenes I'm almost positive the movie will have. But no matter, I think. Where there's a camera, there's a dramatic Chad.
"That's great, Chad!" I proclaim. "When's your audition?" He smiles.
"Two days," he tells me. I gasp.
"Do you want me to go over your lines with you?" I offer with a smirk, knowing he isn't prepared. He nods.
"What would I do without you?" His tone frightened me, as the words send a chill down my spine. His words were cold in some way, as if there was another story to them. As if he knows something I am not aware. But of course, I shrug it off, not overlooking a probably important moment.
"All right. Where's your script?" I ask him. He smiles, happy to be off the subject.
"In my dressing room. Come on." I don't forget the strange moment we have. No, but instead I place it in the back of mind until I can realize what is the matter. Even at the moment I know it is a mistake.