Oh my gosh guys I am so, so, so sorry I haven't updated soon! It's just, I have exams starting next week and I really have to pass those or I won't get a new phone! (And, admit it, there is at least one thing that you've been dying to have for a while!) And my phone is terrible! It's one of those funky Samsung items that don't do shit! (hahaha, I hate those :/) So... yeah! I'm really, really sorry though!
I Own Nothing! (Not even a cool phone... *le cries)
Ally's POV
"Do it."
"No."
"Do it."
"No!"
"Do it!"
"I said no!"
"Dez, you chose dare," Tony said, rolling his eyes at Trish and Dez, "Just do it." Austin and I nodded in agreement.
"This should be good," Logan laughed, nudging Trish in the side, "how do you do it?"
Trish shrugged, "It's a gift."
"Well so sorry to ruin your delight, but there is no way in hell am I going into that shop to buy underwear."
Ross sighed and sipped his Coke, "Dude, it's just a pair of underwear."
"Women's underwear!" he snapped.
"Come on, Dez. It might even be fun."
Dez sniffed and looked down, defeated, "Fine. But just so you know, I'm so going to get back at you," he said to Trish. We watched as he walked out of the slightly crowded restaurant, and entered Victoria Street. I chuckled; Trish could be so ruthless sometimes.
"Wait, someone should go in with him, to make sure he actually does the dare," Austin suddenly said.
"I'll go," I said, standing up.
I quickly caught up to Dez just as he walked into the store.
"What are you doing here?"
"Making sure you do your dare," I said.
Dez nodded and trued to the cashier, "excuse me, ma'am, but I where are the measurements for... for... erm," Dez paused, red in the face.
The woman's eyes shifted to me, "Is your girlfriend here for a fitting?"
My face twisted into sheer horror, "No! I'm not...! We're not...!"
"Actually, I'm here for the fitting. I want to find a bra that can fit my chest," Dez explained, motioning to his flat chest. The woman stared at Dez, startled, and pulled out measuring tape.
"Um, okay then. Sir, I don't think we have a size for you, though," she said, uncomfortably.
"What?!" Dez exclaimed, throwing his arms into the air, "How can you not have my size?! This is an outrage! Do you want me to sue?"
Her eyes widened, appalled, I'm sure. "Oh no, no, no, sir, there's no need for that! Can I get you a discount? Or a-"
Dez flipped his hair dramatically, "No. I'll just have to settle for a thong instead." I bit my cheeks, to stop myself from laughing as Dez walked over to the rack of thongs and studied them for a second before pulling out a lacy red one.
As soon as we returned, everyone at our table was laughing and applauding Dez.
"Well played, Carrot," Trish cackled, "I didn't know you had the guts to do it!"
Dez beamed proudly, taking his seat across from Trish, "Yeah, yeah. It was nothing."
"So who's keeping it?" Tony asked, motioning to the bag.
"Ally can keep it," Austin said, winking in my direction. I slapped his arm, "Dream on."
"You bet."
"You two are disgusting," Tasha said, wrinkling her nose. Suddenly, Dez smiled.
"It's my turn now," Dez said, his eyes landing on Tony.
"Third, I dare ye to-"
"Why are you talking like that?" Austin interrupted.
"Must thou interuptest moi?"
Austin rolled his eyes.
"I haven't picked dare," Tony said, crossing his arms.
"Thou shalt do it anyway," Dez declared, "I dare ye to go give the thong to that waitress over there."
"Piece of cake!" Tony exclaimed, picking up the bag. We watched as they talked and he handed her the bag, she took one look inside and slapped him across the face. I was the first to laugh at him when he sat down. He sent me a dirty look.
"Where's the bag," Tasha asked.
"She kept it," he said, rubbing his cheek, "I think she digs me."
"Or maybe she kept it so that she could show the manager and you could get kicked out," Ross spoke up, looking past my shoulder. Instinctively, we all turned to see the manager storming to us, furious.
"Who do you think you are, giving my baby girl a thong?!" he barked, drawing attention from nearby tables. Tony swore and stood up, "Sorry for the inconvenience, but I have places to go and people to see so... bye!" he mumbled before making a break for it. The man and the waitress ran after him. Dez cleared his throat.
"So..."
"So what?" Austin asked.
I shifted uncomfortably, "Maybe we should stop playing. I mean, tomorrow classes start and..."
"Tasha, truth or dare?" Trish asked, ignoring me. I sighed. Oh no.
Tasha's eyes shifted nervously, "Err... truth?"
"Who do you have a crush on?" Austin, Logan and Dez groaned.
"You cannot be serious. We guys don't care about this type of stuff," Dez complained.
"Next they'll be talking about their... feelings," Austin added with a shudder.
Tasha blushed and looked at her fingers, "Uh no one."
"Don't try lying to me," Trish exclaimed, leaning forward, "I will know all."
Tasha's blush deepened. Our brown eyes met for a second, and that's when I knew she still had a crush on Ross.
It's been three years now. You'd think something might have happened. I knew Tasha didn't want to tell Ross because she was worried about what people would think of her. He was still sixteen – not even old enough to be in college but yet he's here, thanks to his superior intelligence and musical gifts. Tasha was a shy, insecure eighteen year old that couldn't speak up for herself most of the time. She said they were too different, but I beg to differ. Besides, opposites attract, like Austin and I. We've been dating for two years now, and still going strong, although, we've had plenty of fights and almost-breakups, I think we've managed to keep the strong wall we've built together up. The wall is to keep all the differences out. Example? Well... both his parents hate me and my dad loathes him even more, but that's okay. Well, as long as Austin and dad aren't in the same room for more than five minutes.
"Come on, Tasha," Trish egged on, "Who is it?"
Tasha does not do well under pressure, I know that for sure. She started sinking into her seat as Trish continued, until she cracked.
"Okay, you want to know so bad? Fine! I like," she paused for a second, glancing at me, asking for help. I shrugged and mouthed Tony's name. What? It was the first name that came to mind!
"Err, Tony!" she squeaked.
I watched Ross from across the table. He was trying to seem uninterested, with no avail. His hazel eyes wandered from Tasha to Logan, and back to Tasha. His eyes widened when Tasha uttered Tony's name and quickly looked down. What have I done?
"Aw!" Trish cooed, "That's so cute!"
Austin and Dez shared a glance before laughing.
"Third! She likes Third!" Austin said between laughs, "Third of all people!"
"I know! I always thought her favourite colour was red! Red!" Dez laughed, wiping away a tear. Austin abruptly stopped laughing and started at Dez.
"What?"
Logan kept silent as well, which was a shocker. I wonder what's going on.
"You've been on my mind, I grow fonder every day
Lose myself in time just thinking of your face
God only knows why it's taken me so long to let my doubts go
You're the only one that I want."
I sat on my bed, strumming different chords on my guitar, crumpled sheets of music littering the bed in front of me. I picked up the can of Coke and took a sip as I re-read the music that lay before my eyes.
We had returned from our bizarre dinner at the restaurant and I had been cooped up in my room trying to write another song. All in all, the day had been very eventful: Logan was still fuming over what had happened earlier on at the pool but she was silent since the game of Truth and Dare. She was with Trish so that they could think of a great revenge plan, even though I had warned them about karma and how things could get real ugly real quick.
Tomorrow was the first day of my second year at PCA, and I was beyond excited. Even though I only had once class with Austin, I had a feeling that I was going to enjoy it better than last year. I shuddered at the thought of last year, and all the embarrassing things that had happened last year. In my dancing classes, I had ruined the set of two classes due to my stage fright and puked all over one of the instructors. Not to mention the multiple times I'd humiliated myself on the internet during some of Austin's webcasts. Once, I even broke the glass of the window, which is so unlike me. But, Austin laughed it off, and the school had to repair it.
PCA is forever renovating or constructing something or the other. For example, they had only opened up the drama department at the end of last year (meaning Trish was still a little new here) and PCA changed from an all music school to a performing arts school. I think its weird how they decide to change everything but the school name. That should have been the first thing on their list.
I picked up my songbook and flipped through the crispy white pages until I found the unfinished song and began to jot down some lyric ideas.
I dare you to let me be your, your one and only
Promise I'm worthy to hold in your arms
So come on and give me a chance
To prove I am the one who can walk that mile
Until the end starts
The song is called 'One and Only'. I had started writing it in the first few months of my relationship with Austin. I wasn't quite sure about most things then, because Austin was so different from all the other boys I'd ever dated, so I started this song. But, for some strange reason, I haven't been able to finish it. I just don't know why, but this song has had to be the most difficult song to I've ever written, and yet I know it's all going to be worth it in the end. Just like Austin, now that I think about it.
"That sounds great," Austin said, walking into my room. I jumped, sending some sheets across the room, "Err, thanks. When did you come?
"Just now," Austin said as he sat on the bed, "To work on a song."
I rolled my eyes at him, "Austin, it's getting late, I have classes in the morning tomorrow. And besides, where were you yesterday when I texted you saying that I was free to work on some songs with you?"
Austin scratched his head, thinking, "Uh... Oh! I was at the beach with Dez and Third."
"And you didn't come because?"
"My phone was off," he explained, "And, you know that funny watch thing that receives texts?"
"What?"
"The one Dez made." He never stops, that Dezmond.
"Oh yeah. What about it?"
"Well, I thought it was waterproof, and Dez wanted to test it out because he didn't know if it was waterproof or not so I surfed with it so I guess that's why I didn't know that you were free," he finished. I smacked him upside the head.
"Ow! What was that for?"
"For being an irresponsible idiot!" I snapped.
"I'm sorry!" he said, his hands up in defence.
"Too bad. No song for you because I'm going to bed now."
"But Ally!"
"What?"
"It's only ten thirty! Please, please, please stay up with me!"
"It's school tomorrow," I said, putting away my guitar and everything else that was stranded on my bed.
"Please?"
"Look, I would stay up if one; there was no school tomorrow and two; if you used your phone like any other normal person instead of using a watch that apparently sends texts. Why would you do that anyway?"
"Because a cell phone is for normal people." What an excuse.
"So you admit you're crazy."
"Not crazy, more like... exceptional," he said with a wink.
"Exceptionally arrogant," I said, nudging his side with my elbow.
"You are so lucky I love you," he grinned, "Hey, what song are you working on?" He then proceeded to my music sheets, and my songbook which was lying open for anyone to see. I slapped his hand and shut it with a loud slam.
"Don't touch my book!" I snapped. Austin rolled his eyes, chuckling at me, "jeez, relax! I know the drill."
"Then why do you continue to try and read it?"
"Because you look hot when you're mad," he said, wrapping his arms around my waist.
"Compliments will get you so far in life, Austin," I said, making him laugh.
"They also said that my dashing good looks couldn't get me far in life, and yet, here I am." I scoffed, biting back a laugh, "You never stop, do you?"
"After two years, you should know by now," he muttered, crushing his lips to mine. I knew what he was doing. He was trying to get me to stay up longer... and its working. My mind fogged over as all my thoughts vanished. I kissed back with the same exact force he gave me. His hands were pressing into the small of my back as I wrapped my hands around his neck. He lay down on the bed so that I was on top, deepening the kiss as we did so. We made out heavily. My hands trailed up his black v-neck, my warm fingers left goose bumps where I touched. His chest was toned and so soft and so warm. I felt his hand go up my shirt and start to unclasp my bra. With one last long kiss I gave him a push.
"Austin..." I started, panting heavily.
He smiled a little, "Are you awake now?" I nodded, making his smile grow.
"So can we work on a song?!"
"Don't push it."
Done and done. So how was it? What will Tasha do now that everyone thinks she likes Tony even though she likes Ross? Is Ross jealous? Will Logan get back at Austin? What will happen to the neglected thong? Why am I asking all of these questions? Will I ever stop?
Find out next time!
All jokes aside, please pretty please review!
Sammie!