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I Own Nothing!
Ally's POV
"My heart skips, skips, skips, skips, skips, skips a beat[Verse 1]
I can see you're not yourself
Even when you're here with me
I know that you so well
So put another record on
Kiss and leave me on
Nothing really matters when we're dancing
Listen to the same sad song playing on repeat
Cause every time we come this close,
My heart skips, skips a beat
[Chorus]
So come on, spin me around
I don't wanna go home
Cause when you hold me like this
You know my heart skips, skips a beat
I know I should, but I can't leave it alone
And when you hold me like this
That's when my heart skips, skips a beat
Oh oh-oh, oh-oh oh, oh oh-oh
Oh oh-oh! Oh oh-oh!
[Verse 2]
So hung up, we can't let go
If you really have to leave
One more time just move me slow
So put another record on
Play it on repeat
Nothing really matters when we're dancing
Cause all you ever need to know
Is what you do to me
That every time you hold me close
My heart skips, skips a beat
[Chorus]
So come on, spin me around
I don't wanna go home
Cause when you hold me like this
You know my heart skips, skips a beat
I know I should, but I can't leave it alone
And when you hold me like this
That's when my heart skips, skips a beat."
Austin started humming along to the music, pulling me closer to him from behind. "Sounds like another hit," he whispered. I stopped playing the piano, satisfied and reassured that he liked the song. I smiled and leaned into his chest, "I hope it is."
"Ally, knowing you it will be. You're amazing at song writing," he said, no longer whispering. My smile increased. I love it when Austin starts complimenting everyone besides himself.
"Thanks, babe," I replied, turning from my spot on the piano bench to look at him. He was crouching but he was still a little taller than I was. The light in his brown eyes wasn't as vibrant as usual.
"What's wrong?" I asked, standing up. He stood up as well, now sticking his hands in his jean pockets. He now had a slightly sarcastic expression on his face.
"Nothing. I'm just spending my Friday night with my girlfriend's dad who just happens to hate my guts. And that doesn't make me nervous at all."
I put my hands on my hips. "So... three hundred thousand people in one of the biggest stadiums in Europe and then my dad and a bunch of middle aged snobs and you have a problem?"
Austin rolled his eyes, "This is totally different."
"I know, but seriously?"
"Hey, at least the three hundred thousand people actually like me!" he retorted, pouting a little. I stepped closer to him and intertwined our fingers. "Relax Austin. Dad is just like a big ol' teddy bear. Just be you," I said gently. Austin took my other hand.
"Because 'just being myself' totally worked the other millions of times."
"Austin, New Years was kind of your fault," I pointed out. Last New Year's Eve we (my family, Austin, Trish and Dez) went had a barbeque in my backyard. Austin and my Dad were manning the grill. Long story short, thanks to their arguments, the meat wasn't the only thing that had set on fire.
Austin dropped my hands. "Hey, your dad started with me. I ended it."
"By diving into the pool after your 'Kiss the Cook' apron started smoking?" I teased, giggling a bit. Austin was trying not to smile. "Exactly. I got the last word anyway."
"I remember. It was '¡Ayuda! Estoy en llamas! HELP! Ayúdame! Mommy!'" I taunted, laughing in the process. Over the years, I started studying Spanish – which has actually made all my visits to Spain way easier.
"You remember way too much," Austin said, shaking his head.
"How could I forget? That's the first time I've been cooler than you. Pun not intended," I added as an afterthought.
"Says the girl who was laughing so hard at the time she walked straight into the table of food." Now it was his turn to laugh. I grimaced.
"...Touché." I glanced at my watch and gasped. Time flies when you're taunting your boyfriend and working on a song at the same time, I thought dryly. "We have to get ready now if we want to get there in time."
"Do we have to?" Austin whined.
"Yes, yes we do."
"We won't be late," Austin said.
"Yes we will."
"No we won't. Trust me."
"I can't believe we're late!" I exclaimed as I checked my make up in the rear-view mirror twenty minutes later. We wouldn't be late if Austin had cooperated better. And I guess if I wasn't so stubborn. At first, Austin was going to go in his ripped jeans, a tie and a waist coat but then I knew that my dad wouldn't approve of him more so I told him to wear a suit. But Austin hates suits so he refused. So we spent a few minutes arguing over that then I couldn't find the keys to my car so we had to take Austin's. Then we fought over who was going to drive.
I know we fight more than a couple should on a daily basis, but would it be weird to say I enjoyed our little banters? I mean, it kept things... different. Weird, I know, but I guess it's that's just us. We fight. We cuss. We kiss. We hug. We text. We talk. We argue. We laugh. We smile. We love. That's just us. And I like it that way.
Austin started the engine, "Fashionably late."
"We're still late!" I snapped, fixing my hair. Austin snorted, "Relax. We'll get there in time." He elbowed me slightly. I rolled my eyes, "Sure we will. Argh, my lipstick smudged!"
"Dang it woman, move your head so that I can drive!"
"I would move if I wasn't elbowed in the side!"
"You were being silly!"
"Oh I'm the silly one!"
"Yes, yes you are!"
I moved my head, "What's your problem today anyway?" Austin sighed and started to back out of the school's parking lot.
"I'm sorry, I'm just really anxious."
"Why? This isn't the first time you're going to see my dad," I said. When Austin didn't respond, I looked at him again. There must be something more to this night that's bothering him than I thought.
"Austin?"
"Mhm?"
"What's bothering you so much?"
"Nothing, nothing. I guess I'm just really stressed out – you know with school and stuff." He's lying to me; I can tell... which probably means that whatever he's hiding must be huge, I thought with a frown. Why is he keeping things from me? Come to think of it, why is everyone always hiding stuff from me? Well, as Tasha would say, 'everyone has his own agenda'. (1)
"Yeah I know," I murmured, leaning back into my seat. As if sensing my discomfort, Austin's hand found its way to mine. His thumb started to gently stroke the back of my hand, sending waves of electricity through my body. It wasn't really a shock – more like a pleasant power surge.
"Ally, you know if I had something on my mind I'd tell you first, right?" he gently told me as we pulled into my comfy old neighbourhood. We stopped in my slightly crowded driveway, as guests had already arrived. I nodded, "Yeah Austin. I know that you trust me enough to do that. I trust you too."
Austin smiled, "Good." He leaned over to me and sealed my lips with a sweet kiss. I smiled into it and brought a hand up to the back of his head, pulling him closer to me as I toyed with the hair on the back of his head. Austin gently placed a hand on my cheek and broke the kiss.
"I love you," he whispered.
"I love you too," I replied, smiling even wider.
"Did you lock the car?" I asked as we walked up to what was once my house. The last time we went to the mall, Austin didn't lock the car. When we arrived, our CDs were gone, along with Austin's old leather jacket and guitar. To add salt to the injury, the windows were badly damaged. Austin literally cried when we came back.
Austin scoffed beside me, wrapping his arm around my waist. "Of course I did. Who do you take me for?"
"Austin Moon," I shot back.
"Austin Moon the lovable, smart and courageous." I rolled my eyes good naturedly. Clearly he had forgotten the time at the mall.
"You forgot overconfident and narcissistic," I said, not caring that they meant the same thing. Austin sniffed and put a hand to his chest. "Ally, I am hurt."
"It's my job to kill that massive ego of yours that never seems to stop growing," I teased.
"At this rate, you're doing a great job of that," Austin stated just as my parents opened the door. My mom squealed and engulfed us in a tight hug, exchanging greetings like, 'hey how are you' and 'you've grown so much' and 'don't you two just look adorable'. My dad pulled me in a hug but gave Austin a stiff nod of the head. The entire time Austin was speaking to my mom, it seemed like the temperature had lowered every time he and dad glimpsed at each other.
I hope they don't act stupid this time and make a big scene.
Maybe they will, and maybe they won't. You'll have to find out in the next chapter! Please review and I'll update sooner!
(1): That is exactly what Tasha said in A Spanish Disaster and it is a proverb. Don't know if it's a Chinese one or something but yeah... it's a proverb.
Sammie ;)