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Okay then! Without further ado, I bring you chapter twelve! That would have been cooler if this was chapter two...

I Own Nothing!

Ally's POV
"Austin, did you get the drinks?" I called from the kitchen window. We were finally throwing that party he wanted. It was going to be just us and our buds. I couldn't wait. But I wasn't totally excited. For one thing, I lost my diary. Yeah, I can't find it. I just don't know where I might've left it.

Outside, Austin was trying to figure out how to use the grill because I guess he was used to old school charcoal and wood. Ha.

"Yeah," he hollered back without looking. I didn't believe him for a second. I don't know why, but I just didn't buy it.

"Oh really? What drinks?"

"Jack Daniels, vodka, Bud Light, Red Bull..."

"That's all alcohol!" I shouted. He knows I feel about those drinks! Austin stopped tinkering to look up at me. He was very amused, which only angered me.

"We're in college," he said, shaking his head. "Besides, Red Bull is not alcohol. It's an energy drink."

"Poy-ay-to, pot-ah-to, tom-ay-to, tom-ah-to!" I snapped. Austin looked at me with a weird expression on his face before he burst out laughing.

"What?" He couldn't speak because he was laughing so hard.

"What the hell?" he said at last, still chuckling. I sighed and put my hands on my hips. "In British English you say 'tom-ah-to' and 'pot-ay-to' but here in America we say 'pot-may-to' and 'to-may-to' and it's basically the same word and same meaning but different sound!"

Austin rolled his eyes, "I thought we were talking about drinks. Not languages."

"It's a metaphor!" I snapped. Austin put his hands up. "If you were an English teacher, people would be too scared to learn." I rested my head in my hands and leant against the window.

"Sorry," I said, "It's just... you know the Chinese restaurant we went to last week?"

So right after Austin's audition, we went out for some Chinese. It was a lot of fun, but towards the end of the evening, Dez insisted that we get fortune cookies. Everyone's was great, but mine was a little weird. It said, and I quote, "news from afar will bring an unwelcome visitor". News from afar. How far was that? California? Texas? Africa? Europe? And was it good news or bad news? And who was the 'unwelcomed visitor' it mentioned? Was it Dallas? Sonya? Austin's parents? (Don't tell him that one!) Was the visitor even for me? Did any of this have to do with my friends?

Normally I wouldn't care about this because, I mean come on, it's a cookie with a piece of paper in it. And I don't believe in superstitions. But Trish's was 'you will have great unexpected good luck' and she found a hundred dollars on the ground! And Ross' was 'You will receive a pleasant surprise' and guess what happened to him the next day?! A girl who was selling cookies gave him a box of cookies she was selling for charity and left before he could pay. And it was a jumbo box!

At first I brushed them off as minor coincidences but today at lunch Logan looked miserable. She didn't even eat. And she loves food more than anything else in the world. And she told us she had gotten some bad news today and that she would tell us later.

News. Bad news. I wondered what it could be. I wondered if it had to do with my fortune coming true before my very eyes. So for the past few days, I'd been on edge. Austin kept saying how it was just a fluke and that I was just being silly. I don't think he's right, though.

"Oh come on, Ally," Austin said, now tinkering with the back of the metal contraption once again. I walked out to the patio and slumped down in one of the plush chairs. "It's nothing to worry about. I mean, nothing happened to Dez, Logan, Tasha or I."

"But yours aren't bad," I complained.

"Neither is yours." He said, "You're just twisting it into something it's not."

"But it says that I'll get an unwanted visitor!"

"Maybe it's some annoying kid from class or something," he replied. He sighed giving up. "How am I going to get this to work?!"

I lifted a cable. "You could plug it in for a start."

Trish's POV
"Dez, what are you doing?" I asked.

Dez sat at the desk in his room, which was littered with bits of metal and wacky sketches. Dez turned to face me in his chair. "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm inventing!"

"What?"

"I actually don't know yet. But I want it to be better than my last one, you know, the watch that sent text messages? Yeah. This time I'm thing of something more... original. I'm just not sure what it's going to do yet," he said.

"Whatever I didn't come here for this," I said. "Have you seen Logan?"

Dez shook his head. "Nope. Did you check the pool?"

"Yes."

"The Cafe?"

"Yeah."

"The auditorium?"

"Uh huh."

"The beach?"

"I'm not going all the way there!" I protested.

"It's only an hour away," Dez replied. "Fine. How about the mall?"

"Why would she go to the mall?"

"Because they have a food court. Or she might actually want to buy something. She is human, too, you know."

"What's that supposed to mean? Of course I know she's human!" I snapped. Like really?

Dez shrugged. "Well you don't seem to like her anymore, like when she first came. What happened?" I crossed my arms. "She turned out to be a manipulative, boyfriend-stealing, best friend-crushing, cow tossing person!"

"Cow tossing?" Dez raised his eyebrows.

"I needed a third thing," I said with a shrug. Déjà vu, I thought weirdly.

"So you chose cow tossing?"

"Oh and you have other ideas!" Dez started to count off his fingers, "Hockey loving, wrestler-to-be, moody... oh wait, you're the moody one."

"Hey I am not moody, okay? You know what; you are no help at all! I'll just..."

"Try the nearby gym," he suggested as I made my way to the door.

"Thanks!" I called back.

"Wait... what do you want her for?" he yelled, his voice now distant as I left his dorm.

"Wow, I should come to the gym more often," I said fifteen minutes later. They had a spa here too! Not to mention all the hot sweaty guys that came to work out. Maybe it's time to quit my job at the Calendar Store and come here.

I entered the actual gym and looked around. There were a few people here, it was fairly busy. I smiled at a nearby guy. He's a ten. Over in the weights area, I spotted Logan surrounded by three guys. Not any guys. All three were a ten in my book. I wasn't surprised. In her black yoga pants and a purple figure-hugging Billabong vest, she looked pretty good. Her body shape helped, too. It was the closest thing to girly clothing I'd seen her in. I quickly made my way over to her.

"Hey Logan," I said in my chirpiest voice. She and the guys were talking as she lifted weights. I waved to the boys.

"Do you guys mind?" she said, "We'll talk later." They nodded and left, still talking about her. I shook my head.

"So any of them in your future?" I asked, starting to make conversation. Logan managed a laugh as she lifted the heavy weights in her tiny hands. She did so quite swiftly.

"No way. They're just fascinated by a little girl like me pulling weights heavier than their usual." She put down the metal bar and drank some water. I nodded, as if totally understanding and caring.

"Yeah. Guys can be so stereotypical. So what if you can carry a huge bar with black round rings on it? I mean come on." Logan laughed. Not like it was funny. More like a pity laugh.

"Why are you really here, Frizzy?" she said, now advancing to a black bag that hung from the low ceiling. Then she took these red gloves and started punching the bag. How that helps you keep fit, I don't know. To me, you might as well be hitting a pillow. I followed her.

"Okay you got me. I want to know how you're doing," I said, not standing too close. She might hit me with that pillow thing.

"Fine. You see me every day," she said, punching harder. Or perhaps it's just me.

"Well I thought you'd be more unhappy after they way you and Ross broke up. You know?" I said. Logan stopped pounding her pillow for a second and took off her gloves.

"I told you all that night at the Chinese restaurant. You know it was fake, Frizzy," she said, resuming her pounding.

"But why did you do it? The real reason not that excuse you used."

"Wow, am I in an episode of CSI or something? What's with all the questions?" she said.

"Because I want the answers!"

"Like I said, it was to get Tasha and Ross together," there was something in that tone. It lacked all the confidence she usually had when she spoke. I knew it. She was hiding something.

"There's something else," I said. She remained silent and pounded the cushion mercilessly. I would not like to end up in a dark alley with her.

"No there isn't!" she snapped, a little louder than necessary. She wasn't one to raise her voice. I smirked. Did I hit a nerve?

"Yes there is, and I'm not going anywhere until you tell me," I said, victoriously. She didn't respond.

"Are you really going to ignore me?" I asked, amused. Logan held her tongue and continued to hit the cushion. Is that the actual name? Cushion? Hmm...

"Because, I could bring Ally and she'll talk your ear off," I warned. Silence. Then, she stopped. "Bring her. I like talking to her. At least she likes me."

For some reason, that stung. I mean, I know I shouldn't be feeling like this since I have been giving Logan the cold shoulder, but I still felt offended for a second.

Logan sensed I wasn't going to answer, so she continued. "Ha. I like how I say that, and you say nothing confirming the truth. That you hate me. Well, now I know. Thanks for your time Frizzy," she said, waving me off. I was thrown off at her nonchalant attitude. Wouldn't someone in her position feel hurt and show it? Rather than brushing me off causally as if it was normal for people to do this to their friends?

And yes, I still think of Logan as a friend. A very dear friend who is very irritating with her casual-ness and all.

"So you just want me to go? Aren't you going to answer my question?" I persisted. She finally stopped, put down her gloves and looked me in the eye. She didn't look hurt or upset. She looked irritated. Like, when you're trying to sleep and there's that one mosquito that manages to outlive the Peaceful Sleep thingy and is constantly buzzing in your ear. Frankly, I don't like that position. So I stared her down.

"I don't like questions," she said flatly before walking past me. I huffed. "I don't like questions," I said, imitating her. "Psh. Well you can just kiss my ass," I muttered, now leaving the gym.

Now I understand how Austin feels.

Logan's POV
Now I understand how Dez feels. Is that really what he goes through everyday all day? Yikes. I like Blondie better. Because when he's really irritated, I start laughing and then he just gives up and ignores me. It's hilarious.

But Frizzy's cold demeanour towards me isn't my biggest problem, though it sure does contribute to the jaded attitude I'm in. First there's Spring Break (A/N: Do you guys do that in college in the USA?! Because here we don't do Spring Break at all), then there's the harder part – telling my friends the news. And then Frizzy. So right now she's just the icing on the cake.

Mm. Cake. I haven't had any in a while. My little brother always said that it was one of the best comfort food. To me, all food is comforting but he has a top three: cake, chocolate or pasta. The sad thing is, he sometimes combined all three. And I'm ashamed to say that it's not that bad. (1)

I think out of all my siblings, he is the most bearable. I mean, can you imagine how tough it is being the only girl out of five children? It would be worse if I was the last, but since I'm the second oldest there's always someone poking around in my business.

Sometimes I miss it. Sometimes I don't.

But I'll always hate it.

Austin's POV
if you think that Ally's stressed out, think again. Yeah, she isn't the best at comforting people (boy is that true) but this time... she makes Logan look human.

And that's saying something, given the way she never seems to feel any emotion besides the need to irritate me (that is an emotion, right? Of course I'm right – I'm Austin Moon). But, yeah, she can be okay at times.

Wait, back to the original topic: Ally.

She's been going crazy for the past couple of days because she can't find her songbook, she can't think of any song ideas for me, she's freaked out by that fortune coming true, and the party we're throwing tonight as well.

But really, though, what's so stressful about throwing a party? Crank up some tunes, get some snacks and call people. Done and done. But Ally's not satisfied with a bowl of Doritos and a six pack of Breezy. Oh no. She wants a whole table (bear in mind, our dining table seats fourteen) overflowing with snacks. And then there's the whole 'no alcohol' rule she has. You'd think we're twelve. She poured out all the alcoholic drinks we had the first night we moved in.

Flashback
I opened cupboard after cupboard in search for a drink. "Austin are you looking for something?" she asked from the doorway. I turned around, "yeah... What happened to all the alcohol?!" She crossed her arms and smugly nodded to the sink. My eyes widened in horror and I ran for the sink. It still reeked faintly of alcohol and she'd had the cruelty to leave an empty bottle there. I desperately shook the empty bottle, finding nothing.

"No! You drained all my beer?" I wailed in distress. Behind me, Ally replied, "yeah. It's all gone." I turned to her, bottle still in my hand.

I didn't understand at the time. "B-but why?!"

She took the bottle from me and tossed it into the bin. The one time she tried something like this; it landed in the bottle perfectly. She'd probably had practise with my stash."Because it is a repulsive drink that makes you drunk and you're very irritating when you're smashed. Plus, you're killing your liver. I'm not an organ donor either," she simply said. I stood there, still staring at her with disbelief. She softly kissed me goodnight and walked upstairs, switching off the light. Even there, in the dark, I stood, frozen. Then, I managed to get some words out into the silent house.

"But why is the beer gone?"
End Flashback (2)

It was a painful night, that night. But I, being the ever brave Austin Moon, made it through and bought some more the next day. I just hope Ally doesn't figure it out yet. I'm not exactly an alcoholic, but I do love it. That has to be my one fault. Other than that, I don't want to brag but, I'm perfect.

Anyway, back to the original subject.

I keep telling Als that her book will turn up, that she'll get some ideas eventually, that the fortune is just a meaningless piece of paper and that the party will be fun and that she needs to calm down because stress can cause cancer (I looked it up).

Now see how I'm making an effort to calm her down, even though I'm not that relaxed either, but she hasn't even noticed that I have moments when I'm spazzing out.

Like now, in the living room when Dez texted me that the results for who's in the competition and who's been chucked. And guess who hasn't gotten a text, email or call? I even went to check the mailbox twice. Just to make sure it wasn't broken and hiding a letter for me. How am I supposed to know if I got in or not?!

I paced up and down in the living room, my sneakers squeaking irritably on the marble tires. What if Dez was just messing with me? What if he wasn't? What if I sang so badly on the day that they didn't even bother to let me know that I didn't make it? What if I sang awesomely and they did send me a letter but it got lost in the crappy mail service? Or if they sent it via email but Google lost it somewhere in the Internet?!

How will I find it then? The Internet is a huge place. Or thing. Whatever it is, it's huge.

"Austin I need you," Ally called from the kitchen.

"I'm not really in the mood, Als. Besides, lying on the counter would be a little uncomfortable since it is cold and hard and what if the mail man comes? I can't go out stark naked and he'll just drop my letter outside and the dog from next door will come and eat it! Plus we need more condoms," I added as an afterthought.

"Not that, Austin," my girlfriend groaned. Then, she started laughing as she walked into the room. "That was the weirdest thing you've said all... hey, are you okay?"

Finally!

"It's not that big of a deal," I said, modestly. I just love it when Ally gets annoyed because I end the story without even starting it.

"It has to be – you said not to that. Willingly!" she exclaimed. I looked at her with a sly grin on my face. Who needs condoms? And the neighbours hardly feed that little rat they call a dog.

What am I thinking? I can't let a rat-dog digest my chances of being the biggest star on the planet. And I don't think Ally's on the pill. Is she?!

"Not that I was suggesting that," she said, as if reading my mind. "I need you to go to the-"

"I can't," I blurted out, instantly feeling bad.

Her face scrunched up in worry. "Why?"

"Because Dez said that they had announced who got through to the next round and I haven't heard anything! And it's five in the afternoon!"

"Don't freak out, I know you'll get in. It's probably just taking forever to send the news to all those people, you know?"

"Yeah, there were a lot of people there," I said, starting to feel a little calmer. But that didn't stop me from glancing out the window a few more times. Just to make sure. You'd be surprised how much you miss when you blink.

"So now can you do me that favour?" she asked, rocking back and forth. I nodded.

"Okay I guess. But you have to phone me the instant you hear anything about the auditions," I said. She rolled her eyes, "as if I won't. So I was in the basement earlier today," she started. Oh no. Had she found my secret stash? Dear Lord, please tell me she didn't!

"And I need you to take every single bottle out of there," she finished, firmly, I might add. There's no keeping things from this girl. I pouted. Is this because I fall asleep in church sometimes?! Well, I guess I deserved that a bit. But every bottle?

Come on.

Ally's POV
I set the bowl of popcorn beside the pickles on the table. Hey, if we're going to throw a little party, we're going to do it right! That involves pickles, of course. On the table are all kinds of snacks. Mini tacos, popcorn, ice cream, chips, candy, PICKLES, sodas and, of course, no alcohol. That was just a few of the snacks laden on the glass table. I smiled proudly to myself.

There was a knock on the door. "ALLY, GET THE DOOR!" Austin yelled from the next room.

"What's wrong with your legs?!" I shouted back, irritated.

"I'm dying!" came his pathetic reply. I rolled my eyes. Drama queen.

"Oh sure, because I'm closer to it," I retorted, walking to the door anyway. He smiled up at me. "Thanks Als."

I scoffed, "Lazy ass." Austin pouted at my comment. "That wasn't very nice."

"Am I lying?" I asked, just as he tackled me from behind. I squealed and fell to the ground, taking Austin down with me. Thank goodness for the plush rug that lied underneath me. Austin started laughing, so I couldn't help joining in.

"Get off me, you crazy," I giggled, trying to push him off. Austin made no effort to get up and silenced me with a kiss. I smiled into it.

Austin was the craziest and spontaneous person I've ever met. I mean, how often does your boyfriend attack you to the ground (from nowhere) and then kisses you breathless? I love how he makes me feel like a little girl and a woman at the same time.

The knock became more urgent, but before we could do anything, the door swung open and in trooped in Trish, Dez and Logan. I blushed and pushed Austin off of me. Austin didn't seem fazed at all. "Hey guys!"

How does he do it?!

"Well that's a way to start a party," Logan said, laughing. "Go Blondie!" This only made me blush a deeper shade of red. That made Logan start to laugh again. Austin helped me up and led everyone outside to the patio. Austin had already started blasting loud music from the huge stereo in the entertainment area. Sometimes, I really don't believe I live here.

"I love this song!" Dez exclaimed, throwing his bag down and dancing to Will. 's This Is Love. I'll never forget the time when my parents thought they saw Will. .

"Oh my gosh, honey! It's Will. !" my mom exclaimed, slapping my dad's arm repeatedly in excitement. Dad and I looked around frantically, "Where, where?"

Flashback
"There! By the ice cream cart! You know the one, Lester! Do you think the rest of Fergie is there?!" I spotted the guy (they did kind of look alike... as much as a crayon looks like a brick) and shook my head. Parents sometimes.

"Mom, that's not Will. and Fergie, is a singer. The group is called the Black Eyed Peas," I said, smiling. Mom removed her sunglasses and peered at him. When she realised her mistake, she turned beetroot red. Dad and I laughed so hard that day.
End Flashback

"Hey what's in the bag?" Austin asked Dez. Dez began to pull out numerous types of alcoholic drinks.

"Oh come on guys!" I whined. "Are you trying to kill your liver?"

Dez shrugged, "We knew you'd be against alcohol so we came prepared! Come on, Ally, it's a college party! Loosen up!"

"Miss Goody-Goody is no fun sometimes," Logan teased, waving her can of beer in my face. Well... one night can't hurt anybody, right?

To everyone's surprise, I grabbed her can and finished it in one gulp. Nobody says Ally Dawson is no fun! Because she is the bomb! The life of the party itself! The... okay, maybe I should stop.

In a matter of seconds, Dez and Trish were dancing along to the music. Austin and Logan were having an eating contest. It wasn't your usual contest for fun; there was a serious look of determination in Logan's eyes. Austin mirrored her stern expression. I joined Trish and Dez and danced, no matter how horrible I was. Austin laughed but cheered me on. Dez and Trish were wise to take a step back. Logan choked on her food while laughing. But that was okay. I laughed too.

I'm not sure when Tasha and Ross showed up, because I was too buzzed to notice. I haven't felt like this in three years! It was crazy then, but now? Now, things are extreme!

Although the night was cool (as cool as Miami could go at this time of the year), Ross and Logan still wound up in the pool. They were currently begging Tasha to join them, but she kept throwing excuses to them ("but I can't go in there! My hair! And I don't have a bathing suit. Not to mention I'm just recovering from that cold I had last week.")

And of course Ross and Logan had an answer for everything. ("How the hell do you shower, Tasha?! Logan doesn't either – just take off your jacket. What cold?!") Eventually, they grabbed her ankles and pulled her in. She shrieked as she fell, grabbing onto the back of my shirt for support. But down we went under the cold water. I resurfaced, gasping for air as I laughed. It felt so weird swimming in my clothes. I paddled onto the stairs of the pool and pulled off my top, tossing it onto Austin's head. Dez, Ross and Logan's jaw dropped. Austin slapped Dez, "Quit staring!"

I laughed and allowed myself to fall back into the water. I was on top of the world!

"Well that was unexpected," Logan shouted to me over the loud music. I couldn't really hear her but I wasn't making an effort either. I was finally letting go of all my problems. From now onwards I was going to take it easy – at least for tonight.

Austin pulled me up from the water. I pouted at him. "I was swimming!"

"But now you're dancing," he said simply, pulling my body closer to his. I shivered. His warmth was radiating from him onto me. We danced and danced – and I wasn't horrible. It was probably because I was far from sober. And guess what?

I didn't give a damn.

"Ally Dawson, you are full of surprises," Austin whispered into my ear. He started to trail kisses along my jaw, until finally kissing me square on the lips. I tangled my fingers in his golden locks, pulling his head closer as I did so. For a moment, it was all okay until the sound of breaking glass pulled us back to reality.

On the ground, amongst all the shattered glass, sat Ross. He brought up his hand. The palm was bleeding, badly. Beside him stood a horrified Logan and Trish. Ross himself seemed a little unfazed even though his own hand was badly wounded.

"What happened?" Austin asked, rushing over to his little brother. Tasha pulled herself out of the pool to see what was happening. She, Ross and Austin may have missed the guilty look shared between Logan and Trish, but I didn't.

"Logan, Trish... know what happened?" I asked, trying not to slur.

Trish looked helplessly at the broken glass. "It... slipped?" Austin sighed and led Ross, who was finally feeling pain and biting his lip hardly, inside to clean up the cut.

"Guys what really happened?" Tasha asked.

"All I did was to ask what Logan was doing for Spring Break and then she got mad and pushed me so I dropped my glass and I guess Ross tripped," Trish explained.

"That is so not what happened!" Logan shouted. "You wouldn't mind your own business and leave me the hell alone!" Obviously, Trish had pushed some of her buttons.

"What did she say?" I asked gently.

"She asked what I was doing and I told her that I was going to spend my Spring Break in Canada with my family," she replied. Her family. It always was a touchy subject for her. She never talked about them, that's why we never asked. What Trish did was mean by evading her privacy.

I didn't really know how to explain thanks to the liquor and because the news was a little unexpected.

News.

That word sent shivers down my body. Calm down, I told myself, like Austin said; it's just a little piece of paper. Somehow, with the loud music playing, I could hear the doorbell ring. My heart sank.

Oh no. Oh please dear Lord please don't say this is actually happening, I prayed silently. Tasha went to go get it. We followed her out of curiosity. Ross and Austin joined us. The door opened.

There she stood. Smiling.

"Hello cousin."

That bitch.

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(1): I wouldn't know!
(2): Inspired by the awesome Jack Sparrow

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