Chapter 6: Fun Reunions

Ally's POV

Over the flight, Marley and I had grown to be good friends. She admired me, and to say the least, I basked in the attention, but of course, I couldn't take all the attention. On several occasions, I would point out many things I liked about her.

By the end of the flight, we had exchanged numbers and I promised to give her a call if I wasn't busy.

"Call me when you aren't busy." She giggled.

It seemed like fate didn't like the fact that I was so ecstatic because the moment I stepped out of the airport, I was flooded with memories.

There was Austin this and Austin that—All over the place! You either saw his face on a billboard or you heard his music in a taxi, which I was currently riding.

My ears were bleeding to death by the music that was playing; it seemed that Austin had in fact, taken my advice to have Cassidy become his songwriter.

Thing is, the pathetic excuse for music was horrible. Un-bearable. It surprised me how he was still so famous.

As I listened to the horrid melody, I quickly picked up the chorus,

"Red, hot lipstick stains

Covering my purple egg-plant veins

Girl you've been leaving me hanging

By your bra-strap, intoxicated."

I struggled not to snort at sex-drive lyrics; even the driver was bobbing his head along with the song. Those lyrics were definitely not Austin's type of style. His style was playful and carefree. This song was basically about . . . sex. He's 18, same age as me, but in my opinion, there are limits to music and Cassidy just passed it.

The driver shook me out from my thoughts, as he roughly stomped the brake. I would've gone soaring through the window if it weren't for the crappy seatbelt.

I handed him a twenty dollar bill as he stormed past me and to my new home, probably hoping that Austin's song wasn't over.

"Keep the change!" I yelled as he jumped in his car in a hurry and I struggled to get to my door.

Eventually, I made it and looked around the polished two-story house.

"Not bad . . ." I whispered to myself. I made my way to my room, which had a sign saying "Ally's Room" on the white door, and mentally thanked God for having my room on the first floor and unpacked.

An hour later and a half, I was finished. I cheered silently as I made my way to my bathroom that connected to my room.

"Might as well take a shower," I muttered to myself, "Holy crap! I'm going crazy!"

"I'm fucking talking to my—holy shit I'm doing it again!" I yelled. I laughed out loud at my stupidness, and looked around the pristine bathroom. Everything was pearl white; the sink, toilet and shower were gleaming.

I caught my reflection, my amber hair was currently in a messy bun, my floral mid-thigh shorts were fading, and my white one shoulder strapped shirt was wrinkly and dusty.

I sighed, time to take a shower.

In about thirty minutes, I was ready to go somewhere, anywhere.

I was currently decked out in a hot pink and white stripped tank-top that hugged my curves perfectly, high-waist mid-thigh white shorts, and white heels. Simple, yet cute.

Surprising, I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to go to the Miami Mall, I didn't want to walk around and as tempting as it was, I didn't feel any inspiration to start song.

"Call me when you aren't busy."

Her words rang in my head. Marley . . . And the promise! I quickly pulled out my phone out and called her number, patiently waiting for her to pick up.

"Hello?"

A soft voice asked, right off the dot, I knew it was Marley.

"Marley! Hey, it's me Ally!" I exclaimed happily as she answered.

"Hey Ally!" She giggled, cheerful as ever.

"So, ummm, I have nothing to do and I was wondering if you could, oh, I don't know, go to your house?" I asked with hopefulness in my voice.

There was a silent pause, obviously she was thinking, soon enough she replied,

"Sure! But before I forget, you should know that I'm currently staying at my cousin's house. And his na—"

"Marley! It seriously doesn't matter who your cousin is! Just take me away!" I cried dramatically.

"Very well, Madam." She replied with an accent in the same dramatic tone as me.

We both laughed and as soon as we hung up, she had texted me her address.

In a few minutes, I was already calling my dad to let him know I was going to borrow his car (Yes, I had gotten my license.) and was on my way to Cassidy's.

Author's Note Don't worry, Ally won't be cussing that much in the story. Just in several occasions where it needs humor in serious scenes.

Co-Author's Note Hopefully (refering to Author). Thanks for reviewing & commenting~! Happy Halloween! I like Jolly Ranchers, what about you?