Here's the new chapter! I don't know if it'll be as dramatic as the last one, I think I'll change my mind. I dunno. Thank you all for reviewing in the last chapter! That really made me happy! One of the longest chapters so far in PCA would be this one. No sure what my longest is. Hmm...

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Warning! Violent language towards the end! So sorry!

I Own Nothing!

Ally's POV
Today is officially our first full day in Canada. I'm not looking forward to it at all. Austin is, however, because we're going to watch some local teams play ice hockey. I don't want to watch some people pushing around a small disk with a couple of sticks on ice. I mean, where is the educational part to that?! But, I'm determined to have some fun on this vacation – even if Dallas' mother hates me and his brothers are wary of me. I will make the best of this situation or my name's not Allyson Marie Dawson!

Although I was awake, I didn't move or try to get up. Not when I was protected by the cosy comforter and, more importantly, Austin's strong, steady yet warm arms. Right now, lying in his arms with my back pressed up against his torso, I've never felt safer. It's like he's shielding him from what awaits outside our door. And, it's nice to wake up without sunlight blinding your eyes for a change. That's a total bonus. Austin muttered something incoherent, pulling me from my thoughts. On my nightstand, the alarm clock read 9:45 AM. I inwardly sighed. Carlos wants us to have breakfast at this restaurant before we go watch the game. Yippee.

Slowly, and albeit regretfully, I turned around to face Austin, who was still dead to the world. I grinned to myself, what a good way to describe him; because he looked so peaceful and so calm. Not that he wasn't always calm, but this was a more serene type of calm. Austin has a lot of energy, and seeing him like this is truly fascinating. I just wanted to lay here in his arms and watch him sleep all day long. But that's not going to happen because he'd wake up. But hey, it's nice to dream. I leaned in and closed the very small gap that separated our lips. It took a few seconds for him to wake up and kiss me back. I pushed him back into the bed and crawled on top of him, never breaking the kiss as I did so. I started to break the kiss, but Austin kissed me passionately, pulling us closer together. His hands start to roam. I shivered at the touch of his hands in certain places, but I don't mind. After what felt like centuries, we broke the kiss, panting heavily.

"I love you," he murmured softly, brushing the hair from my face. I kissed him again, "I love you, too."

"We should wake up like this more often," he said, staring into my eyes. I didn't break the eye contact, smiling wistfully at him. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Judging by the violent ring it had to it, I knew it was Logan. Austin and I sat up, with me in his lap. We faced the door just as Logan walked in. She was already dressed in her dark skinny jeans and a yellow hoodie. She wrinkled her nose in disgust when she saw us.

"Okay, I know you people are in love and all that, but seriously. Don't you find it just a little disrespectful to do that in my parent's house?" she said, crossing her arms. My cheeks flushed. I could see why she would think that we did... that because I was in one of Austin's shirt, and Austin himself is only in his boxers so...

"We didn't..." I started.

"Really, Blondie," she continued, "You should have deflowered her some other time."

"The flower is already gone. It's been gone for about... a year? A year and a half?" he casually said, as if we were talking about the weather. I went from pink to red in an instant. Am I the only one who finds this embarrassing? Logan pretended to gag, "TMI."

"You asked for it," he shrugged, "so what did you want to tell us, Francesca?" he smirked.

She glared at him, "You guys have twenty minutes to get ready before we leave." Le sigh. Not waiting for a response, she turned on her heel and walked out. At that moment, Austin released a breath I didn't know he was holding. I picked up my pillow and hit him. "The flower is already gone? Really?!"

"What?!" I sighed and got out of bed, "I'm going to take a shower," I announced before sauntering off into the bathroom. I had barely spent two minutes with the hot water washing over me when Austin suddenly opened the glass door of the shower. I shivered as the hot air escaped out into the air. I screamed, "Austin!"

He waggled his eyebrows, making me roll my eyes. "You have a phone call," he said, holding out my cell phone. I turned off the hot water and stepped out of the shower. Austin handed me a towel.

"Who is it?" I asked, taking the phone.

"It's your dad," he said before leaving.

"Hello?" I said into the phone, leaning against the closed door to the bathroom.

"Hey Ally," Dad replied, "Listen, I'm going to be out of town for a few weeks with your mother for a business trip. Can you please watch the store for me while I'm gone? I need you to help out there with James."

"When do you guys leave?"

"Today?"

"Dad, I'm in Canada," I said in frustration. I told him this before. Even Mom knows this.

"WHAT?!" Unbelievable.

"Yes. I told you and Mom before, Dad."

"When are you coming back?" he asked.

"On Saturday," I replied. Sadly, that means that I have five more days here. Yay. Dad groaned, "What am I going to do now?" It sucks. I'd rather be there in Miami than here, even if it means spending spring break working. Hey, there's an idea.

"What if I went back to Miami to help?" I asked, my heart bursting with hope.

He laughed, "Oh no, Ally, you work too hard-" I panicked, not wanting my one chance of going home early to disappear.

"No, really. I'd love to."

"No, I can't do that to you. You've been such a help over the years – I don't know what I would have done without you. No, I think you deserve your holiday. I guess I can always ask Tasha or someone to help out. Have fun in Canada, sweetheart." I bit my lip, trying to think of a way to get myself out of this situation. I started to pace in the room, just as Austin opened the door. I watched him as he started to shave. Then, it finally came to me.

"Yes, Dad. Thanks. We'll have so much fun together here."

"We?"

"Yes, we. Austin and I," I said, grinning like a fool. Austin stopped applying shaving cream to look at me with a look that said 'why are you bringing me into this?!' I winked at him and continued, "You know, I did feel a little homesick anyway but I guess I'll be alright with him around." To my shock, Dad didn't sound bothered by this in the slightest.

"I suppose it'll be better with him there, to protect you," he said after a pause. My jaw dropped.

"Wha-what?! I'm a big girl, Dad."

"You just said you were feeling homesick. I'm sure it won't be that bad, honey. Okay, I really have to..."

"Did you just say something nice about him?!" I interrupted, still in shock. Well, it took him three years. I'd say that this is way overdue. Austin started to do a happy dance at my words. I cracked a smile.

He cleared his throat, "Um, well... can we just move on, then? I'll find another replacement. It's okay. Have fun in Canada!" Then, he ended the call. I looked at the phone in awe, still trying to figure out if that really just happened.

"Uh huh... Mr. Dawson... likes me... uh huh, uh huh... go Austin! Go Austin! Go Austin!" he sang, shuffling on the spot. I laughed despite myself and put my phone and towel down on the lid of the toilet seat. Just as I turned on the water in the shower again, the door opened and Austin stepped in beside me. I glared at him. He shrugged, "What? It only makes more sense because we don't have that much time left and it saves water."

"And because you're incredibly horny."

"That too."

I kept my eyes glued to the menu in front of me, avoiding Mrs. Sloane's stare. It was uncomfortable, and it sent chills up my spine – but not in a good way. Logan sat on my right and Rory on my left. Austin was sitting directly across from me because Rory 'booked' sitting next to me and Austin couldn't exactly tell him to buzz off. When we had ordered and the waiter took away our menus, I felt like I had no distraction to keep me from avoiding her icy stare.

"What about you, Ally?" Rory asked, forcing me into the conversation. To be honest, I wasn't really paying attention to whatever they were saying. My cheeks burned with embarrassment when I felt everyone's eyes trained on me.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention," I said, smiling sheepishly. Austin chuckled, "Ally's not that into sports," he said.

"Yeah I'm more into music than sports." I said, flushing even more when I saw Logan's mom raise an eyebrow at me.

"Cool!" Rory exclaimed, "Do you play instruments?"

I nodded, smiling now. "Yes. I play the piano and the guitar."

"And she has an awesome voice," Austin said. Under the table, I kicked him. He kicked me back, grinning at me.

"Really? Can you sing for us?" Matt asked, bouncing excitedly in his seat.

"I... have stage fright," I said, this time not even daring to look Mrs. Sloane in the eye.

"Aw," Matt moaned.

"It runs in their family. Even her cousin's got it," Logan said. I know she was trying to ease any tension, but to be honest, she just made it thicker. I forced a laugh, before the pause got too long. Thankfully, the food came and everyone eased into different conversations.

"To be honest," Rory whispered to me out of the blue, "I never believed what Dal said about you, even from the beginning." I coughed, making Austin and Carlos look at me with concern.

"Yeah, my omelette is a little spicy, too," Rory said, patting me on the back. I wondered why Rory was covering for me, and why he said what he said. Carlos nodded and continued with the conversation, but Austin raised his eyebrow, asking if I was okay. I sent him a reassuring smile.

"What did you mean?" I asked Rory again. He looked over at Dallas, who was busy talking animatedly with Logan and Carlos. Every time he joined the conversation, Austin would drop the topic and talk to someone else. It was funny, actually. The only person who didn't engage much in conversation was Mrs. Sloane. She mostly talked to Carlos, but that was it.

When Rory was certain that no one was listening, he answered me.

"When we went to Spain for vacation, when you guys where dating, he was always... well... nicer than usual. Don't get me wrong, Dallas is a really cool big brother, but I liked him better when he was like that. He told us about you and he usually said nice things." I swallowed. Usually.

"Then one day he came home seriously injured. Not really a big deal for us, because Dallas is always getting into fights. He's always so violent. But this time, it was worse than usual." I felt a little pride at that. Because he must have been talking about the day when Austin figured out that Dallas was hitting me. From what I heard, Austin had done some pretty bad damage to him. But I never figured that it would be that bad. Tasha had swooned and kept going on and on about how romantic that was, but at the time I just waved her off, thinking that Austin did that because we were friends. How wrong was I?

"He was so mad that day. He said it was your entire fault. That's when I really started rooting for Manchester United, because they were just so..." I stared at him in confusion. Why did he change the subject so quickly?

Then I realised Logan was watching us. I instantly started to nod along to whatever Rory was blabbering about. Logan offered her own opinion, and then I just drowned them out. My head was buzzing with questions. I wanted to know the rest of the story. Why couldn't he just finish off? Logan knows of my past with Dallas – maybe not the full truth but what does it matter?

When people stood up to cheer, I stopped texting Trish once again and stood up to join them. I'm sorry, but I'm far from interested in whatever's going on on the ice. I tried to take interest at first, but after half time, I gave up. I don't even know what the name of our team is! I just know that we're cheering for the blue team. The other team was so bad at this, that it was obvious to me who was going to win right after we scored the first three goals in a row.

We sat down again and I continued to text Trish. She was also having a bad time back home. Of course, she had to work with Sonya all day. I asked why she didn't quit or get fired, and she told me because her boss happened to be extremely cute but he didn't like slackers and he 'totally insulted her'.

What do u mean, 'totally insulted'? I texted.

He made fun of me for always quitting jobs. I have a rep, u know. :)She does. It's a wonder why she still gets hired, though.

So u r just going 2 keep working next 2 Sonya just 2 prove this guy wrong?

They cheered again. I stood up and half heartedly shook a pompom. We sat and I read the text from Trish. Yes! Besides, Dez comes here all the time to visit me and Dez is jealous of my boss. Hahahaha!

I raised an eyebrow. Why do you want Dez jealous, Trish? ;)

Psht. Did I say jealous? I meant pissed. It was a typo, you see.

Sure, Trish. I knew u still liked Dez!

Don't you have a hockey match 2 b watching?! I laughed to myself and put my phone away. Trish, oh, Trish. I miss you.

"How much longer?" I asked Austin, leaning over to him.

"Ally, half time was two minutes ago," he said, chuckling. I stuck my tongue out at him and sighed.

"I'm coming..." I said to him.

"Where are you going?"

"To... buy some snacks."

'Wait for the peanut guy to come again."

"Okay I also need the bathroom."

"But you were supposed to go at half time!"

I sighed, "Whatever."

"You'll miss the game," he said. Why does that matter? Why is he acting like this? I wondered.

"What a shame," I said sarcastically. I stood up and walked out into the parking lot. I found the Sloane's car with ease, and beside it was Dallas'. It was such a relief for Dallas to have moved out and everything, because things would be way worse. Austin said that we'd just sleep in a hotel if he did. I walked to the car and climbed onto the hood, like what Logan had done the day Austin auditioned for the contest. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.

"Are you following me?"

His voice surprised me so much that I nearly fell off onto the concrete. I opened my eyes to see Dallas standing in front of me. Well, to be more accurate, the car. I guess this is why Austin didn't want me to come out here alone. For fear of running into Dallas. I scoffed.

"You wish, Dallas," I said, trying to ignore the fact that this was the first time we've been alone in three years.

"Doesn't seem that way to me." I didn't ask him to elaborate any further. Instead, I asked him the very question that has been bothering me since I got here.

"What did you say to them?" I blurted out. He crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows. I know that he knows, he just wants me to say it.

"What do you mean 'them'?" I didn't answer and just stared him down. He stared back.

"Your family, Dallas."

"Why do you care?"

"Because they hate me!"

"Really? Logan hates you? And Rory? And my Dad? Even Matt and Liam don't dislike you. That's how it always is with you, isn't it?" Now it was my turn to be confused.

"What do you mean?"

Dallas uncrossed his arms and scoffed, staring angrily at the ground in front of him.

"You come along and make everyone like you with that sweet, naive 'I'm so innocent' act. And they always fall for it-"

"It isn't an act!" I snapped, jumping off of the car.

Dallas shook his head, now looking at me. I shifted uncomfortably under his intense gaze. "What?!" I snapped, "Quit staring at me."

"They always fall for it when in reality; you're just some stupid little bitch who doesn't give two craps about anyone but herself." I slapped him, hard. He didn't do anything besides to send me a glare. Well there's something new.

"You're just saying that because you know that you were a pathetic person and that you got caught. It's not my fault your family likes me, so stop saying bad stuff to them about me."

"Really? Am I really lying? You played me, Ally. I honestly had feelings for you and you toyed with them. If you wanted Austin from the beginning, then why didn't you say so? You really think you're all that when in reality you're just as bad as I am when it comes to relationships." I laughed without humour at this.

"That's rich. You're the one who abused me, remeber?"

"But still," Dallas continued, completely ignoring what I just said, "you come and make my own family like you even after what you did to me."

"You're lying, Dallas. Your family likes me because of who I am, and not because I'm acting. You liked me for who I was before, didn't you?"

"Who I thought you were."

"And you? Didn't you act like something you weren't? You weren't the sweet, down to earth boy I thought you were. You just turned out to be a stupid, arrogant, abusive jackass!" I shouted. Dallas didn't say anything to me, which is a shock. Shouldn't I be on the ground in my own pool of blood by now? He was looking right past me, so I turned around. Behind me stood Austin, Logan... and his whole family. The game was over. My jaw dropped. Mrs. Sloane was glaring at me with so much ferocity. Austin looked worried. Logan looked angry – and confused. Carlos was heartbroken, you could tell by looking into his eyes. Rory and Liam looked like they'd rather be anywhere but here. And Matt was just confused.

"An arrogant what, Dad?" he asked. No one answered him.

"How much of that did you hear?"(1) Dallas asked from behind me. I bit my lip, my face burning from embarrassment, shame, and pure anger.

"Just the part where she started to yell at you," Mrs. Sloane said stiffly.

Aw jeez.

So, I decided to add drama at the end of the day. Was it too much? Sorry in advance, if that's the case. The next chapter, you'll be glad to hear, is all full of sweet, sweet Auslly. I know it seems bad now, but just trust me! So please, please review!

(1): That was borrowed from the oh-so-charming CDC!

Sammie ;)