Hey guys! Another new chapter for you, which I'm sure will surprise you. But, on the brighter side, Sonya will be gone in this chapter! Yay!
Review Responses!
amazingchloexox: I can't wait to hear what you have to say after this chapter!
inkling13: haha I guess you could say that. No worries, Auslly will kiss and make up in the next chapter, I assure you!
LG Ally: he does. And when you guys find out (in future chapters) i'm pretty sure I'll get kicked in the face lol
Guest: thank you!
raeganb123: yes, but not for long!
Guest: no worries, Austin does NOT like Sonya. you have permission to chop my hands off if I ever write something like that!
R5Forever: Thank you! Here's a new chapter with MORE drama!
randomsmileyperson: unfortunately, you'll keep wondering for a few more chapters
Guest: glad to have made you laugh!
jamesmaslow4evz: prepare for even more ;)
queenc1: no promises! but no worries, Auslly's love can stand through anything! *tears up* it's beautiful!
Frenchie12: Well, Austin stuck up for Ally's annoying cousin instead of her... does that not suggest that something bad's going on? Hopefully this one will be less confusing! Sorry for that!
Thank you all for your reviews! I don't want to waste you time anymore so here's the next chapter!
I Own Nothing!
Ally's POV
The flight was, at the most, uncomfortable. Austin wasn't looking me in the eye, and he managed to avoid any talking by listening to music on his iPod. Logan was constantly checking her watch, nervous for when we land. She didn't talk much either, after realizing that Austin and I weren't in the best of moods. And I was extremely unfortunate enough to be sitting in between them.
When we landed, someone brought Alfie to us because they didn't allow him on the actual plane, so instead they had to cage my baby and put him in the cargo compartment. He scampered out of his little cage and ran straight into my arms. He started to lick my face, making my smile for the first time since we left.
"Come on guys, our suitcases are that side," Austin said, pointing to the bagged claim area. Logan trudged behind, worriedly glancing around for signs of her parents. We followed Austin in silence – even Alfie stopped barking and silently trotted along my side. I wonder if he could tell that we weren't in the best of moods. I wouldn't be surprised if he did, because he was a clever little pup. When we reached the baggage carousel, I handed Logan Alfie's leash and went to help Austin with one of our suitcases.
"I got it," he said, waving me off. I ignored him and lifted the other side of the suitcase. Suddenly, Logan gave a shout and was on the ground. Alfie ran between our legs, making me stumble and fall onto the cold ground, with Austin beside me and the suitcase on our chests. I let out a breathy laugh and pushed the suitcase off of me. I helped Austin up, but he didn't even spare me a look before taking off. Well!
"Alfie!" he shouted. I gasped and ran after them both, leaving Logan behind. Alfie darted through crowds and jumped over numerous bags. Austin sprinted, shouting commands to the pup. And there I was, stumbling after them, apologizing to whoever I bump into. Suddenly, Alfie jumped onto someone, pinning him to the ground. Their hood was up, so I couldn't see his face. Austin and I reached them a few seconds after.
"Alfie what are you thinking?! Bad dog! Bad, bad, bad!" I scolded, making Alfie's ears and tail drop in shame. Austin shook his head and helped the stranger up. Only, he didn't even get him up to his feet before he gasped and dropped his hand. The stranger fell back onto the ground with a groan, and the hood came off.
"Dallas?!" we both shouted in disbelief. Artie jumped onto his lap and licked his face. Dallas laughed a little before gently putting Alfie down. I didn't want to look at Dallas or Alfie. He betrayed me! Why is Dallas, of all people, here? Why did I have to see him again? Why me?! Is this payback for sending Sonya away? My past doesn't want to leave me alone, it seems. Dallas and I used to date, but we broke up when he started to hit me. I felt the bile rising up in my throat and saw spots everywhere.
"What are you doing here?" Austin demanded, stepping slightly in front of me. Dallas shrugged, "I came here to pick up my sister. What are you doing here?"
"None of your business," Austin replied, coolly. Alfie was jumping up on his two hind legs and sniffing Dallas' bag. What has gotten into him? I watched as Dallas shrugged off his backpack and pulled out a packet of dog biscuits. So that's what he wanted the whole time. Logan came up to us, dragging our entire luggage. Yikes, she's strong.
"Where the heck did you guys go?! I was... Dallas!" she dropped all the bags and suitcases and ran into his arms. Austin and I exchanged a look. I felt dread rising up inside me.
"How do you know Dallas?" I asked her.
"He's my brother." Well, this trip is going to be awkward, that's for sure.
"What?! You are not serious!" Austin shouted. Logan yelled back. They were so focused on the argument that they didn't notice me falling to the ground in shock. Dallas... is Logan's older brother? No. No, no, no, no, no! Austin caught me just as I was about to hit the ground. Everything went black.
So far, I hate Canada.
I woke up with a jolt from my weird dream. I rubbed my eyes and looked around. Finally I'm waking up without being blinded by sunlight. I dreamt that we were in Canada and Logan's older brother was Dallas. But once I actually looked around, I saw that it wasn't a dream. My room was fairly big. The walls were dark blue and the floor was made up of dark, glossy wooden planks. Austin and I's suitcase was lying by the door. I guess we're already at Logan's. I got out of bed and walked to the window. It was almost dark, so I guess it's been an hour or two since our arrival. I looked out to their backyard. It was incredibly big, with trees, flowers and even a pool. The lawn was scattered with toys. I wanted to enjoy this trip for Logan. After all, that is why I came here, isn't it? But I cannot do that with Dallas here. I felt anger course through me at the mere thought of him.
I gripped the windowsill tightly, forcing back the tears. He's not worth them. Besides, we're here for, what, a week? And I can survive a week. All I have to do is ignore him. It'll be easy. We can go out and not be around when he's around. I'll barely see him. After taking deep breaths and pushing myself onto my feet, I forced a smile and opened the door. The hallway was empty, but it had pictures of someone's family hung on the wall. I looked at them.
There were some pictures of Logan as a little girl. There was one of her dressed in a tracksuit, and they seemed to be outside her old middle school. Her dad stood on one side, and a boy with brown hair and blue eyes stood on the other. They were all helping her carry a trophy that said first place. There was another one of the whole family. It was taken on Christmas – when Logan looked around eight. Everyone was smiling at the camera, but Logan had an irritated expression as she tugged at the bottom of her dress, completely ignoring the camera. It was almost funny. I counted her brothers one by one.
I knew I was just stalling. I didn't want to meet Logan's family. Imagine going to visit a friend's family for the first time, and they find out that you passed out and that your ex-boyfriend, who is their son, was the cause. It's going to be so awkward.
I end up in the living room, where I find Logan and two of her brothers sitting and playing video games. I hoped to slip by unnoticed, but one of the boys saw me.
"SHE LIVES!" he shouted in glee, jumping over the couch and running over to me. He seemed to be seven, or eight. "Or are you a ghost now?"
I gave a little laugh, "I'm not a ghost."
"Good. Because when you came I thought you were dead. But Liam said that you were just sleeping, and Dallas said you were dead. And then he said that Mr. Austin rescued you from the-"
"That's enough, Matt!" Logan snapped, slapping him upside the head. Matt stuck his tongue out at Logan and ran back to his brother, who was now watching me with interest.
"Hey. I'm Liam," he said, "Sorry about Matt. He was drop kicked against the wall when he was a baby."
"Was not!" Matt shouted.
"Was to!" Liam retorted, hitting his brother upside the head, just as Logan had. Matt scowled and punched Liam, who retaliated by pinching Matt. Matt whined in pain, "MOM!" And now, I'm really beginning to regret coming here.
"That's right, go tell Mom, baby!" Liam huffed, making Matt scowl.
"Big baby!" Matt shouted, sticking out his tongue.
"Bigger baby!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Am not!"
Logan sighed, "Idiots." Then, she stood up and put an arm around my shoulders, "let's go see Blondie." I nodded, somewhat relieved to be leaving the bickering brothers. Although I'm still mad at Austin for the whole Sonya argument, I'm willing to look past that so that this trip can go by faster.
Logan led me through the kitchen to the backyard where Logan's dad, another one of Logan's brothers and Austin. At least Dallas isn't here, I thought, relieved. Alfie jumped off of Austin's lap and leaped into my arms. I scratched behind her ear affectionately. He's so darn sweet.
"Hey Dad!" Logan exclaimed, "This is Ally. Ally, this is my Dad." Logan's father was a tall man with Dark brown hair that was starting to grey out. When he smiled his whole face lightened up. He seemed like a nice man.
"Hello, Ally. Are you feeling better now?" he asked me. I blushed and nodded, "yes, thank you, Mr. Sloane. I was just-"
"You can call me Carlos," he said with an easy grin. I like him.
"How do you know Dallas?" asked the unnamed brother. Great. Just the topic I've been dying to talk about. I gave him a fake smile, not caring whether or not he could tell.
"I'm sorry; I don't believe we've met. I'm Ally, and you are?"
"Rory," he said, "so how do you know Dallas?"
"He's my ex," I said stiffly, and I left it at that. I'm not sure it's the right time to mention tat he was abusive. I wonder if there really is a right time to say that, if they don't already know.
I felt Austin watching me, but I refused to look at him. Instead, he took my hand and gently squeezed it.
"Oh yes, I do believe he has mentioned you before. While we were in Spain a few years back," said Mr. – I mean, Carlos.
"He did?" I said, making an effort to hide the discomfort.
"Oh yes. But you are certainly nothing like he described you," he said, rather thoughtfully.
"I hope that's a good thing," Austin said. I know he may have sounded like he was joking, but I know that he's actually irritated.
Carlos laughed, "But of course." We continued to talk, just getting to know each other better. It turns out that Austin and Rory, who is the second eldest at eighteen, have loads in common. They both love music. They both love sports. They like the same type of food, and they both like the same video games. It was weird watching a bromance blossom so quickly. Austin and Carlos also got along well. It turns out; I like Rory the best out of the four boys. And Carlos is so easy going and laid back.
But I still have to meet Mrs. Sloane.
She only comes back from work later on, after we've already eaten and are just lounging around. Liam and Matt are already in their pj's, ready for bed.
Mrs. Sloane is a short woman who looks like she's in her mid forties. She has black shoulder length hair and has piercing blue eyes. All in all, she looked kind of intimidating. Or perhaps it's just me. Dallas walked in right behind her. Logan stifled a groan beside me. Mrs. Sloane walked into the room, spotting Logan immediately.
"Francesca, darling!" she gasped, throwing her arms around a red Logan. Austin and I exchanged glances. So, Logan's actual name is Francesca. I shook my head in surprise. That would be the last name I'd have ever guessed to be Logan's.
"Hi mom," she grunted. Looking at them, you could tell their related. But, they were dressed so differently. Mrs. Sloane looked absolutely exquisite in her pencil skirt and ruffled blouse, but Logan was the total opposite, wearing a sweatshirt and baggy jeans.
"I'm so sorry I couldn't come and see you arrive. And who's this?" she asked, finally noticing Austin and I. We stood up from our seats on the couch to greet her.
"I'm Austin Moon," Austin said, shaking her hand. She smiled back, "Caroline Sloane."
"Ally Dawson," I said, shaking her hand. When I said my name, recognition flashed across her features. Her smile became a little less relaxed, and the grip on my hand tightened. I laughed, nervously. Austin sent me a worried glance, but I looked away. Dallas awkwardly rubbed his forearm, not meeting my glare. What had he said to his mother that made her act like that towards me?
"Well, Ally it's... nice to finally meet you," she said. My heart sank. It's obvious that this is going to be the worst week of my life.
I feel mean. I mean, first I let Sonya come and now Dallas? Well, I can't say it bothers me much. Get ready for more drama, which in turn will bring out more Auslly! So, it'll be worth it, having Dallas back. I promise.
Sammie ;)