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20. Drastic Times & Drastic Measures

"Oh my god! I'll be there in a couple of minutes. I'll call you back." Dez yelled before hanging up. Ally felt her hand fly to her ear at the pain of how loud Dez could be sometimes. She loved him to death, but the kid was strange. Ally smiled as she saw a text from Trish telling her she was outside. She only lived a few minutes away. She reached over and picked up a navy blue hoodie from off the book on the back of her door, slipping it on.

Ally nodded to herself before opening up the door and walking down the stairs to see her father was waiting for her in the kitchen.

"What do you want for- where are you going?" He asked, growing more worried by the second. Ally never left this left at night. It was already seven thirty. Ally rolled her eyes before picking up her keys off the table and turning to face her father.

"I'm going out with Trish. You wouldn't care the reason." Ally spit back before swinging the door open. Her father raced after her just before she shut the door. Trish watched intently as Lester caught his daughter by the arm.

"I would most certainly care the reason. Where are you two going?" He asked. Ally shook her arm out of his grasp.

"To the mall. Any other questions?" Ally lied simply before running over to her friend's car. Lester felt himself breath at the mention of his girl simply going to the mall. She was a teenager after all.

"Could you open the store for a bit?" He called before Ally shut the door.

"Not a chance." Ally yelled before shutting the door with ease. Lester stood back dumbfounded as Trish sped off down the road along with his daughter. He had a very bad feeling that she wouldn't be at the mall.

"What happened between you and you're dad?" Trish asked as she sped up to the highway that would take them to the hospital in Miami. Ally sighed and let her head fall back against Trish's pink and black cheetah spotted slug bug. She had never understood Trish's taste in cars, or fashion for that matter. Not that it was so bad, they never asked to borrow each other's clothes.

"Austin. Austin Moon." Ally breathed with a smile, remembering the day she had said almost those exact words to her friends.

"Yes, Trish?" Ally greeted. Trish let her hand fall to rest on her desk.

"Why were you late?" Trish whispered. Dez nodded happily, wanting to get in on the action. Ally laughed quietly at the two.

"Something got in my way." Ally answered simply. Trish scoffed at her friend's simple answer. Dez frowned in disappointment before he took over Trish's poking job. Ally threw her head back before looking to her two friends.

"Seriously Ally. What "thing" got in the way of you getting to class?" Trish asked. Ally sighed and leaned in close.

"Austin. Austin Moon got in my way."

Trish found herself laughing slightly as she let the memory play in her head as well. A small blush took over her face as she remembered who Ally was also supposed to call.

"Did you get ahold of Dez?" Trish asked hopefully. Ally nodded slowly, hoping their red headed friend would have been able to sneak out of the house unnoticed. She was positive Austin wouldn't want his friend's parents there waiting for him. She was even sure he would have to find out that if you're under eighteen then they would...

"Is Austin eighteen?" Ally asked out of the blue. If he wasn't, he wouldn't need his parents to be called. He could simply slip in and out. Of course his parents probably still held his insurance just as Ally's own father did, but still. He would be able to tell them himself. Maybe.