Chapter 3: Vintage Bags

Quick Author's Note Yeah, I know that Ally hasn't had the make-over where she turns extremely sexy, but I don't want to rush this story along. Thanks for reviewing guys, it means a lot, have fun reading!

Ally's POV

It seems that I wasn't the only one who knew my bag was down there because when I peeked over the railing bars to look for my bag; Dez was already staring at it.

"Umm, hey guys?" Dez said hesitantly, still looking at my bag.

I held my breath, hoping he wasn't going to do what I thought he was going to do.

"Isn't th-that . . . Ally's b-bag?" Dez stuttered, staring at the old, vintage shoulder bag.

Trish and Austin followed Dez's gaze.

"Yeah, so what?" Austin asked, obviously confused.

I rolled my eyes, even though they were burning like crazy, and wanted to face-palm. Really? And they call Dez oblivious?

Trish's with recognition. She knew exactly what Dez was going on about. She turned sharply to face Austin, giving herself a hair-whip on the face.

"Don't you understand? Without her—," Trish started.

"—bag, Ally doesn't go anywhere. Do you know—", Dez continued.

"—what's in there? Ally's wallet, the lock—"

"—up keys for Sonic Boom, and her calculator! You know better than me—"

"—Austin, that you can't learn Calculus without—"

"—a calculator meaning . . ." Dez trailed off, giving Austin the hint.

"Meaning, Ally's . . . Still . . . Here . . ." Austin whispered slowly. In that moment, he looked so sad, so regretful. He looked like a boy who had found out his dog ran away. In that moment, as I peeked over the slowly, rusting railing, I could've just forgotten everything they had just said. I could've just ran downstairs, give each of them huge bear hugs, and say that it's going to be alright.

But I couldn't allow myself to do that? Why? Because each and every word they said was like a knife. Every time a word was said, the knife cut deeper inside my heart. And right now? Well, the knife's too deep to yank out.

So, with all my strength, I walked with shaking knees into the practice room, grabbed my song book, and made my way downstairs.

I have to keep my façade of confidence on, so I jumped off the last step, a big 'clank' echoing of the staircase, announcing my arrival and departure.

They all looked up at me, they were the guilty party.

With the last ounce of confidence I had left, I glared at each and every one of them before grabbing my vintage, TRUSTY shoulder bag, and said,

"I quit, have Cassidy fill in for me, apparently you like her better, right? Oh! And before I forget, have a blast in a world without Ally!" I exclaimed in mock prepiness.

And with that, I walked out of their lives, my favorite job, and out of Sonic Boom.

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