hEEY HEY HYEYYY!
Okay, um. No I am not drunk... Maybe. Just kidding!
So hey! Chapter update! I think this might also be one of my favourite chapters. It may or may not be a little vague to some people. It depends on how you view it and all... How you interpret it. Okay, there's a red line under 'interpret.' I'm pretty sure I spelled it right...
Disclaimer: I don't own Austin and Ally or Taylor Swift.
Austin watched as Dez picked up a golden necklace. It was customizable, so Dez had asked to get a little unicorn charm as the centrepiece. Dez inspected the necklace, holding it in his hands delicately. Austin watched in awe as Dez went from cooky ol' Dez to romantic-at-heart Dez.
Austin had tagged along to help Dez pick out an anniversary gift for Carrie. Dez said he wanted to get something really specially for Carrie. And so he suggested jewellery. Austin shuffled his feet and glanced at some of the displayed crafts.
He chuckled as he thought of his own anniversary with Ally. It was only a week away from their one month anniversary.
Since Austin had already gotten Ally a piece of jewellery - which she happens to wear everyday under her tacky sweater - he was trying to conjure up a great anniversary gift for his little lady.
Austin watched as Dez placed the golden craft back into the box and went over to check out. He waited in line, tapping his foot patiently. Austin still didn't know how Dez could be so attentive one moment, and so distant the next.
Suddenly, his pocket vibrated. His phone buzzed and tickled his thigh.
Austin smiled as he pulled his phone out. Ally had texted him.
Hey! :)
He glanced up quickly, making sure Dez was alright before texting her back. Dez was near the front of the line now.
Hey back! :)
Where are you? Carrie said you and Dez went out?
Uh, yeah. We're doing
He paused, trying to think of an excuse. He rubbed his chin, trying to effectively think of something to text her back.
manly things.
That sounded good, right?
Well, have fun! Trish, Carrie and I are going out.
Thanks, you too!
There was a heart at the end of the sentence. Austin smiled before returning the heart.
Austin clicked his phone off and glanced around for Dez. He began to walk around frantically. Last time he lost Dez, well.
Let's say Dez's face is still imprinted in one of the sidewalks in Miami.
Austin suddenly remembered that Dez was paying for his necklace. He smacked his head, trying to clear the things that made him forget so easily.
Stupid math... cloud watching... soft, brown hair... luscious pink lips...
"My, my! If it isn't Austin Moon!"
"Fuck," he muttered under his breath. Austin turned around, instinctively hitching his hands in his pockets. That voice. He shuddered. He greeted the voice with a fake smile, showing all of his teeth. Austin was almost about to bare them at her too if he wasn't such a modest person.
Yup, he was just that nice.
"Brooke!" He said with fake enthusiasm. "What are you doing here?" Austin asked with a pained expression. Brooke walked closer to him, giving him a questioning glare.
"I work here?" She asked incredulously, placing her hands on her hips. Austin slapped his forehead.
Totally forgot.
Stupid brown eyes.
"Right, right!" He said, faking the enthusiasm once more. Brooke laced her hand over his shoulder, making him inch away from her slowly. Her intense stare was boring into him, making him wonder if she was trying to freeze him like Medusa.
"I was wondering if you wanted to go out with m-"
"Listen, Brooke, I'm flattered - and a little creeped out - but I can't I -" Brooke cut him off by going shhhhh and putting a finger to his mouth. She winked at him seductively before lowering her voice, trying and failing to make it sound seductive.
"I know our love story didn't go so well, so I'm introducing you to my friend." Brooke slipped something into his hand and walked away, swaying her hips.
"You'll always be the one that got away!" She winked at him before turning back around and walking away. Austin shivered. Throwing the piece of paper away.
If Brooke was like that, who knows what her friends will be like?
He finally found Dez at the front of check out. The boy had accidently bargained up instead of down for the price of the necklace. Poor guy.
"It's alright, buddy," Austin sighed as Dez snatched the receipt from the smirking cashier. He quickly scanned it before shrugging and stuffing it in his purple and black pants. They were checker-printed today.
"Now, my turn!" Austin said as they left the jewellery store, rubbing his hands together excitedly. Dez was still looking at the receipt, slipping it out of his pocket.
What does Ally like?
Pickles? Nah.
Cloud-watching? They could do that anytime.
What did Ally love more than anything in the world.
"Dez keep it down!" Austin hissed. Dez was blasting his weird music out of his phone. He did interpretive dance and started nodding his head. Austin grumbled as he blasted the noise louder, earning some stares from other people walking by.
"Dez!" Austin repeated. Dez just ignored him, continuing to jam out while walking beside him. Austin grumbled and covered his face, trying to tell some people he didn't know Dez. Dez's music rung through the busy people, walking about.
Music!
Of course!
Austin walked around, trying to locate the nearest music store from where they were. He lit up when he saw a new one that just opened. Austin dragged a dancing Dez down to the music store, looking for something to get Ally.
Ah.
Ally.
He smiled.
Ally would've called his smile, 'One of your goofy grins.'
The music store was a new one, placed across from the jewellers. Austin pushed past the glass doors, dragging Dez behind him. Dez shuffled his feet on the carpet, wiping off something he stepped on earlier. Austin left him to his own devices and walked around, looking for something Ally would be interested in.
Austin looked at some brass instruments, grinning when he found a silver flute that looked nice. He tested the weight of it and all.
That's when it hit him.
Ally worked at a goddang music store! She's probably seen enough instruments to last her a life time!
After another few minutes walking around frantically, Austin chuckled at his findings. He did another round over the store, making sure he found the best things that would suit Ally.
Austin finally settled on two things.
He couldn't choose between the nice vinyl record of Lowe's oldest songs, or a new leather song book.
The record was shinning in the dim lights of the old store, showing off its glossy shine. It had Lowe's oldest hits.
All the popular Lowe songs of the 2000's!
The book on the other hand, was encased in soft, plush leather, pages no-so flimsy. It had at least a good 100 - 150 pages. It even had a built in bookmark!
You know, those ribbon things they attach to the books?
Which would mean more to Ally?
That wasn't even a question here! Austin dropped the record and walked over to pay for the new song book. He smirked when he thought of another idea, lighting up his brain with a million thoughts, all including her.
Just then, someone ran into him. He dropped the book unintentionally, catching it just before it hit the dusty, worn out floor. He groaned and was about to turn on the person.
They weren't even there anymore.
"Sorry!" Was the only thing he heard as the tiny bells jingled, signalling someone had either entered or left.
Man, that person smelled nice.
Austin grumbled again as Dez walked into him while he was just about to turn around.
"Ah! There you are! I thought I lost you!" Dez said, still inspecting his necklace he bought for Carrie. Austin watched as the polished gold gleamed in the dim lights, sparkling lightly.
"Better put that away before you lose it," he told Dez. Austin paid for the leather book and went to go buy a cute card for it too.
Cute card?
Ally was rubbing off on him.
He crinkled his nose at the thought.
...
Ally fumbled banged on the window of Trish's car.
"Trish! Hurry!" Ally heard the little click, signalling that the car was unlocked. She quickly raced to the back and dumped her load into the trunk. Ally swiftly jogged back to the front to take shotgun. She fumbled for the seatbelt before finally clicking the thing into place, panting hard.
"What's the rush? Calm down!" Trish began backing out of the small parking space as Carrie sat drinking her smoothie quietly in the back. Ally sighed, still trying to calm her irregular breathing.
"Just, keep driving," she grumbled. Ally pulled her journal out and began to chew on the back of it, denting the already demented pink eraser. Her breathing finally cleared up, leaving her to focus on her journal.
Ally closed her eyes for a bit, trusting that Trish wasn't going to crash the car like last time aka a few years ago. Hopefully, Trish had gotten better.
Hopefully.
Ally closed her eyes for a bit trying to see what her mind wanted her to write.
Out of the foggy thoughts that clouded her brain, one seemed to stand out the most. Luckily it was 'that night.' Ally smiled as she shifted her head so she faced the window. She closed her eyes again and thought back to that night.
...
Trish had pulled Ally along the roads of New York. The concert wasn't that far from the hotel so they could walk back to safety no sweat.
"Earth to Ally! Are your feet not working or has all the dancing gotten to them?" Trish yanked Ally's arm again, making her stumble and snapping her out of her thoughts.
"Huh? Oh yeah!" She had said. Her mind was working miles per minute. She pulled her jacket tighter around her small body, trying to keep the heat and rush in. She grumbled when her vision began to cloud again. She was walking, and could see everything, but she wasn't really there.
"Are you sure? Your face is as red as a tomato!" Trish told her and held a hand to her bestfriend's forehead. Ally had stubbornly swiped the Latino's hand away.
"I'm fine!" As Trish turned around, Ally put her cold hands on her cheeks, hoping to ease what she knew for a fact was a blush.
...
Ally jerked awake as the car suddenly stopped its peaceful drive. She groaned as Trish swore at the driver and stepped on the gas, the momentum pushing Ally backwards. She clung to the seat fearfully and peeled her head from the headrest slowly.
"Really, Trish?" She wined. Trish gave her an apologetic smile and soon they were back at the hotel.
Ally unbuckled her seatbelt and opened the door with a gentle force. She ran back to the car and placed her hands on the trunk door. She grunted.
Ally swung the trunk of the old car open and lifted the heavy box out of the trunk. She grunted, as she wasn't the strongest person out there.
Ten minutes later, the box had been moved into the elevator by the help of Trish and Carrie. Trish needed some convincing, but Carrie just agreed and jumped right into it.
They ending up pushing the box all the way into Trish's apartment. Trish had unlocked the door and they were faced with another problem.
The box didn't fit through the door.
Oh, just kidding. It did.
Hah.
Ally pushed the box into the corner of her room. It was about a little higher than her, but the content inside wasn't that big. She huffed and ran a hand through her locks, twirling the ends of it.
"Get comfortable," she told it as she kicked her socks off. She grabbed her songbook and wrote down what she had dreamed in the short car ride. Ally chewed on the eraser as she tried turning her dream into song lyrics.
This night is sparkling, don't you let it go
I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home.
I'll spend forever wondering if you knew
I was enchanted to meet you.
Ally dropped her book and whooped mentally. She jumped on the bed like a little kid. Ally did a little dance, raising and lowering her arms and clapping in between.
And we've got a chorus!
Ooooooh! An encounter with Brooke. Sounds... suspicious... :) And what's with Ally rushin' out of... nowhere? Seriously there's a line under 'nowhere' now. I gotta get my editing things under control...
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