Hello! I hope you guys will like this story.
It's a bit happier than my other story right now, but it also has a lot of sad aspects too. It deals with war. And when I say it deals with war, I don't mean it's mentioned in a few chapters and all that, briefly. I have friends who are currently fighting overseas in Afghanistan who deal with some scary things everyday, and I'd like to incorporate that into my story. Of course, there are things that just don't belong in a story on a website like this, so it won't ever be to the point where you can't read it. But it is a love story and it is Auslly, and I must say, there is something very attractive about Ross Lynch in a camo uniform... but maybe it's just me. ;)
There are a lot of fun parts of this story as well, and if you want to know what inspired the story, just ask in the review and I'll explain in the next chapter.
Last note... I don't tolerate any sort of abuse of the military. I don't care if you support the war, or anything that has to do with the war, but if I see anyone attacking the troops in any way, I will block you from posting on this story. Like I said, I have friends currently overseas. Thanks.
Let me know what you think. Enjoy!
Everything had been average of that day. She'd gotten up, gotten dressed, gone to work, and had been counting down the minutes since she'd gotten there. But of course, this was Ally Dawson we were talking about. When she was being average, this honestly meant something a little different. When she had gotten up, she had tripped over her comforter and into the floor, smashing her face into the carpet. When she had gotten dressed, she had spilled that juice on her favorite shirt, resulting in a change of clothes last minute before running out the door. And when she had gotten to work? Well, let's just say some poor soul was wearing his eggs instead of eating them. All average in the name of Ally.
She watched the morning crowd dwindle as it aged on, ten turning into eleven and the cook calling for the last of the breakfast orders. Ally smiled at him with a nod. It wasn't like most people who came here weren't regulars anyway, at least in the off season. Mid January, the weather was nice for Miami, but it didn't mean there were any tourists. Bob the truck driver was in one corner, while Travis's twin boys were trying to stick their sausage in their noses while their father argued with some guy on the phone. Then there was Amy and her grandmother, who she spent every Monday with. All regulars, all part of a regular day.
That should have been the first clue. All regular days have to have something extraordinary to make them special, don't they?
Ally cleared off another table and slipped the tip into her pocket when she heard the door chime from behind her. She heard it close with a swoosh and swirled on her heel to see a man standing several feet away from her, his head resting toward his shoes. But there was nothing more obvious than the clothes he wore. Meant to do the exact opposite of what they did right then, the man in the camo army gear looked up and Ally almost dropped the dirty dishes in her hands.
She grasped them firmly and tried to put a smile on her face as she neared him.
"Hi, welcome to Bridget's Diner. Just you?"
"Yeah," he said softly. "Mind if I sit at the counter?"
"Not at all. Make yourself at home. I'm just going to drop these off in the kitchen and I'll be right back to take your order." He nodded as she walked into the other room and peeked at him from where he couldn't see her. He had to be about her age, fresh out of high school, maybe about to start college like her, but of course, had joined the army instead.
He was quite attractive, if she was being shallow. His hair, which seemed at one point dyed, was a creamy light brown, almost blond, freshly cut to meet the army standards. He had eyes that were big and wide, and friendly, if she was honest despite the quiet entrance he'd made. And she could almost bet that he had a great smile. But that was still up for consideration. He set the hat that was formerly on his head on the space next to him, grabbing a menu and glancing briefly over it. He closed it within seconds. Ally took this as her cue to go over there.
Putting a smile on her face, she leaned over to where he sat. "Anything to drink to start?"
"Water would be fine, miss."
"Okay, great. See you didn't look at the menu all that much. Are you ready to order?"
"Do you have pancakes?" His voice turned childlike for just a second.
Ally smiled apologetically. "We do, but I'm afraid you just missed the breakfast cut off."
For the first time, he flashed a small smile. She had been right. It was a winning one as well. "Darn. Was hoping my last meal before heading off to the sandbox would be my favorite."
Ally blinked. "Sandbox?"
"I leave for Afghanistan at noon," he admitted quietly. Her heart dropped for the young boy. He was going to war? Of course, the uniform meant he worked in the army, but it didn't mean he was going to war. "We've got a year long deployment in front of us."
She forced a lump down in her throat. Some of her family were veterans. How could she say no to someone who was going to serve their country? She placed her hand on his. "Tell you what. Let me go talk to the cook and see if I could pull some strings. Give me a couple minutes." He started to protest, but she shook her head. "No, no. It's okay. You're giving enough up for the next year. You deserve those pancakes."
A half hour later, Ally watched as the boy polished off the last of his pancakes, his face satisfied as he leaned back against the counter chair. Ally stood where she was a moment more, still unable to believe how strikingly handsome he was and wondered just how someone could be that attractive. Her head shook at her own thoughts. She didn't know him and she had no right to think about him in that way. She walked back over to where he was sitting and he glanced up, placing a warm, honest smile on his face.
"Best I've ever had," he quipped.
She giggled a bit, shaking her head. "Is that so?"
"It's true," he also laughed. "How much do I owe you?"
"It's on the house. Thank you for your service."
He again started to protest, but she shook her head once more. "No, no. We insist."
"Thank you, miss. Would it be impolite of me to ask your name?"
She was surprised she didn't mention it to him yet. Usually, that was the first thing she said to a customer, but it wasn't all that weird considering he wasn't exactly her usual customer. "Ally. Ally Dawson."
"Austin Moon." He offered his hand. "Pleasure is all mine."
"Does the army make you that polite or did your mama just raise someone that sweet?"
He laughed again, his entire face cracking with happiness. "Maybe it's a bit of both."
"Oh," she giggled. "Well, it's been nice to meet you." She glanced at the clock. "Afraid it's almost noon. Don't you have a bus to catch?" He seemed disheartened by her news. He nodded his head and rose from the chair. His eyes and demeanor seemed suddenly apprehensive. Ally watched his next movements. His eyes met hers.
"Would it be impolite of me to ask for your address?"
Ally was taken back at first, but then confused. "I don't know. May I ask why?"
"Well, I don't really have any family of my own. You seem sweet. I'd like to write a letter to you. If that's okay with you. If it's not, you don't have to give me anything."
Ally bit down on her lip, knowing not only would her parents not appreciate her doing that, nor would her on again off again boyfriend Dallas. Of course, they were currently on a break, but it still didn't sit well with her. Her expression seemed to give it away. He went to apologize, but she shook her head. "I'm sorry. It's just… I have a boyfriend."
"Oh." His face had returned to the stoic one she'd first met. "I understand. Thanks again for breakfast." He paused as he opened the door, a smile back on his face. But it didn't quite make her feel better. "Maybe I'll see you in a year."
She nodded. "Good luck over there."