Disclaimer: I do not own austin and ally
I walk into sonic boom, tears still falling from my face, but I didn't wipe them off. They were just going to keep falling anyways. Austin was rubbing my back the whole way there. 'Why do I have to have such a great boyfriend?' I ask myself as I set my purse down on the counter.
"Austin?" I ask austin who immediately answers, "Yeah, ally?". "I wanted to know what you meant by, 'because this isn't going to be easy'?". I ask with the last tear falling down my face. "Well, for starters, since you told me in school and our school has like dozens of security cameras, by tomorrow, everyone in the whole school is bound to know what happened. Most people will support you and tell you everything's gonna be alright, while, honestly they'll be making you feel worse because your being reminded of your mom's death. And,-" he stopped talking, trying to find the right words, and that's when I know something even worse is going to happen. He continued, "Some people might even bully you or beat you up because they think since they have a mom, and you don't that they should rub it in your face. It's not fun. But it always works out." I feel another tear that came out of nowhere trickle down my cheek. Austin sees it and says something that I definitely, never thought he would say. "Hey, look on the bright side, you have somebody to be there for you, I didn't."
At that moment I felt worse than I did before.
But this time, for austin. 'How did you handle having no one there for you, austin? I can barely handle myself now, and I do have somebody by my side.' My thoughts escaped my brain as a had the sudden erge to write a song. "Do you wanna write a song?" I ask totally off topic, which was my point. I didn't want to be sad and I also didn't want to be reminded that what had happened to austin was worse than me. I could tell austin was shocked with the question, I mean, it's off topic, both he and I know that it's gonna be hard to write a song with everything going on, and he sorta, kinda, lost his record deal, so he wouldn't be able to record them.
He finally answered. "Yeah, sure". Then we both walked up to the practice room, and I found a note on the door. It was from my dad. 'Dear, ally,' I read, austin standing behind me, reading it as well. 'I wanted to let you know that I'm sorry about your mom, and I'm sorry for taking my trip at this time, please-' then austin took the paper from my hands and crumbled it up. He must have read ahead. Uh, oh, what's wrong now?
"Austin, why did you do that?" I ask worriedly and curiously. "To stop you from reading the rest." He simply said. "No, I want to know what he said!" I said taking thd paper from his hands and uncrumbling it. Austin didn't react, he just watched me open it with a sad smile on his face the whole time, almost like he knew he was right. Which, I hate to admit it, but he was, it was the 2nd worse thing that's happened to me all week. No, correction, 2 days!!!!! "My dad left town for 3 weeks?!"