For my lack of writing, I'm posting the second chapter for today. You guys BETTER review :)
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"Fucking asshole!" I say as I slam down my bag. "Who the hell does he think he is?! Telling me to 'get out of the car'?"
"Ally? Are you okay?" Trish asks.
"No! NO I'M NOT OKAY. Austin started talking about freaking marriage! I'm YOUNG. Sure I think about it because it turns me on when he tells me what to do, but I don't always appreciate it and-"
I find myself pacing back and forth in the practice room, "Oh sorry. I know I'm rambling."
"Yeah, you are. Now start over...slowly, please."
I explain that we went back to his house to grab something- which I know she knows the real reason; hence her snickering- and everything was fine. Then we got to the car and blah blah blah.
Her eyes then grow wide, "Marriage? He's been hanging out with you too much."
"What? What's that suppose to mean? Everyone's insulting me today." I plop down on the couch and feel the tears creeping down my cheeks.
The best friend she is, Trish sits down and puts her arm around me, "Ally, don't cry. Every couple have their rough patches. I would know because your idiot brother-"
"Trish, please. This is not about you and Dez. It's about me and Austin. Please keep on this subject."
She starts to rub my back, which soothes me. "Like I was saying," she continues, "I know it's hard, but you'll get through this. It's not like you guys can't get passed this, right? There's nothing standing in your way..."
Which reminds me: "Ever heard of a guy named Steelback?"
She drops her arm quickly, and stands up quickly. "STEELBACK? THE PHIL STEELBACK?! Of COURSE I've heard of him. He's very famous for creating superstars-slash-popstars. He's supposed to be the best music agent in the U.S. But, um, what about him?"
Great... "Austin's talking to him in the parking lot right now about starting a huge music career." I feel my shoulder stoop.
"What?! I'M HIS MANAGER!" She then runs out the room, and down the stairs. I'm assuming to go punch Phil Steelback in the face for talking to her client.
I wouldn't mind that if she did. Who was this guy? Why was he randomly talking to my boyfriend about a music career? I mean, of course I was happy for him, but it still makes me angry when I think about him kicking me out of his car. What had gotten into him? Marriage? Being so bossy? Like I've said before, I like Austin telling me what to do. It makes me feel protected. But that was just ridiculous.
We've been going out for a short time. Was our relationship already falling apart?
"Well, I'll admit you've really proven your point, Mr. Steelback." I admitted, "It seems like you are a trustworthy man after all." I can't believe I'm saying this to a guy who's almost fifty who was checking out my girlfriend less than ten minutes ago.
"I'm tellin' ya, Mr. Moon, I'm a good man. Sure, a little on the creepy side. Sorry again, about that." Awkward. "But I know how to build a superstar. And you've got what it takes. Here- take my card. I'll be the cliche agent who asks you to call me if you change your mind." He hands me his card with two numbers- house and cell I'm assuming.
"I'll keep that in mind, Mr. Steelback-"
"Call me, Phil."
I smile, "Phil. Thanks."
He then walks away without turning back. Sure he's a creepy old bastard who likes to check out my girlfriend, but he "knows how to build a superstar"! But I told him I'm not so sure about building a career all the way to the top right now. I'm just starting to begin a future with Ally. Well...what I thought was a future. I know I asked her about the marriage thing a little randomly, and early, but it was the affect after that damn dream. That dream had fucked everything up.
"Austin. Fucking. Moon." Oh, no.
I turn slowly to look behind me, "Hi, Trish."
"Don't 'Hi, Trish' me! I'm not Ally. I don't fall into your little traps! Why were you talking to Phil Steelback, best music agent in the U.S.? HUH?!"
I don't think I've ever heard her this upset, "Trish, we were just talking. And what do you mean about my little traps-"
She rolled her eyes, "Never mind about that. What did that man say? I AM YOUR MANAGER, Austin. Not him...no matter how famous he is."
"Trish, you need to relax. I turned him down." Or did I?
We walked back to the store slowly as I explained to her how the conversation rolled out. By the time we got back, she had calmed down and was no longer angry. "I guess I can understand that if you're given an opportunity you have to take it."
"Or consider it." I answered.
She smiled and then started to stalk away, "Oh, Austin? I don't know what you did wrong but Ally's not very happy with you." And then she went.
Just like Trish...leaving everything up in the open. I shook my head and walked up to the practice room, knowing full well what was waiting for me. An angry Ally.
As I put my hand on the doorknob the idea of being famous really enters my head. It was only a small offer from someone I barely knew, but I felt like I was torn. Between someone I love and something I love. And Phil never mentioned anything about Ally joining me in my music career.
Wait...what am I thinking? Ally IS my music career. I'd be nowhere without her.
I turned the doorknob and entered the room, but before I could say anything: "You should go with Steelback."
It took me a few moments to process this while I shut the door. "Ally...I haven't even told you what happened."
"But I already know. He offered you a career, and you- as a singer who wants to be famous- should obviously take it." Wow, she's good at getting straight to the damn point.
"Ally, I love you."
She hesitated. "Yeah, yeah...Why did you kick me out of that car? That hurt so bad." I heard a clear crack in her voice.
I finally looked up and found tears strolling down her face, "Oh, Ally." I ran over next to her on the couch and pulled her close. She really began crying and I could feel the warmth soaking through my wrinkled shirt.
This continued for a while until she was sitting on my lap, trying to catch her breath. "Shhh...I'm so sorry, baby." I feel so bad about kicking her out of my car. I couldn't talk to Phil if she kept egging on my anger. I explained this to her and she seemed to understand.
I felt her nod, "I know I shouldn't interrupt you. But I don't like being ordered around like that. You sounded like Christian Grey."
She laughed, "From Fifty Shades of Grey. Very interesting book." I felt like I was missing an inside joke. But I blew it off.
"I'm sorry for the way I treated you. That won't happen again."
"It's okay," she answered. "But, where did that marriage thing come from, Aus?"
I thought about it for a second, "I have a dream...a dream that one day-" She knew I was quoting MLK Jr. from the start and she hit me in the stomach.
We both laughed until she could finally talk, "Seriously! What happened with that? Is something bothering you?"
"Seriously, Ally, I had a dream that one day we'd be married. I was just caught in the moment." My face reddened a bit.
Her face proved that she understood completely understood. Thank god. "You've just gotta keep in mind, Austin, that we are very young. I just feel like since you're starting early with your big career that you're setting the bar a little high with marriage and all that-"
"That's not it, Ally. I do love you. I'm just an idealist I guess." Why was this so awkward all of a sudden?
I slowly slide her off my lap and stand. "The store closes in about thirty minutes. I'm gonna go ahead and go."
Her face fell, "Did I do something? Today was so perfect..." she drifted off.
I thought about what we had done at my house and my face reddened more, "I know, Alls. It was perfect. But I'm...just really tired and I have A LOT to think about." I bent down and slowly kissed her on the forehead. "Talk to you later?"
She nodded shyly.
"I love you, Ally."
"I love you too, Austin."
And with that I walked out of the room, trying to decide between my love for Ally and my love for music. It's gonna be a long road ahead...
SO MUCH TENSION. I know you guys are mad that I made these past chapters so...angry. Ahaha, but I had to change it up a bit. Update ASAP. Message or review some ideas?