so here's the sequel to A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes, it's been a while in the making.  sorry it took so long lol i'm not too sure as to how long this is going to be.. i'm thinking of only going with a few chapters. also, i chose to write this in Ashley's POV. much like i did with Reality Check and currently do with A Simple Question, Kid but yea, enjoy and here it goes :]

Here I am, sitting in the corner, playing with my curls and waiting for an NCA staff member to come get us. It’s day two of nationals and as of right now, we’re in first. We aren’t sure of how well we can hold onto it, Lindenwood is really good this year. But, Garrin assured us, as long as we deliver a clean performance, he’ll be proud of us, no matter what the score sheets say.

But, aside from that, I feel like I owe all of you an explanation as far as what has happened since September.

Now, after the pregnancy scare, I didn’t exactly know how to feel. I mean, Joe seemed to be a little disappointed. Almost like he wanted it to be positive. Not going to lie, I was a little disappointed myself. The whole idea of starting a family seemed nice, despite how young Joe and myself are, we would have made it work. On the bright side, I got to keep cheering.

Later that week, when Joe left, he promised me he would make it out to Hawaii at least twice a month. This time, I got my movie scene airport ending complete with promises of seeing him in no more than two weeks.

As much as it pains me to quote them, “People change and promises are broken.” Things “came up” and Joe never made it back out to see me. Eventually, the endless I love you’s ceased, the phone calls stopped coming and what would have been our one year anniversary, marked one month since I had heard from Joe.

It might have been four months ago, but I remember it like it was yesterday. Greg and I were at some New Year’s party with some of the other guys from the team. I know what you’re thinking, a bunch of male cheerleaders? You’d be surprised. These guys are like the big brothers I never had and once they have a little alcohol in them, they just let loose.

Anyway, back to my story. I had heard that the boys were playing in Times Square this year, so I made it my personal goal to stay away from the large TV in the common room of the frat house. The last thing that party needed was a cheerleader from New Jersey, sitting in front of the TV and crying over a Jonas brother.

A few shots later, I was care free. Laughing at nothing, turning down the skeezy frat boys trying to get in my pants. I remember dancing after I’m guessing Greg cut me off, apparently I had “had enough.” But anyway, I was dancing, with Dustin, who aside from being my base, had become my new gay best friend. Shortly after, my knees gave out and he brought me over to a couch to recuperate from my “wild” night. Not really, unless you consider drinking thoughts of your ex away wild, then a guess so.

Lucky me, this couch just so happened to be positioned by said large TV in which I was trying oh so hard to avoid. At first I didn’t pay much attention to it’s existence, but after a few minutes the bright lights of the performers grabbed my drunken attention and I decided to glue my eyes to the screen, completely forgetting why I wanted to avoid it in the first place.

After twenty minutes of staring at the television, the very reason why I wanted to stay away from it was being introduced. Dustin had stayed by my side and closely watched the look of horror come across my face. No one but Greg understood why, I never told anyone who Joe was. To them, he was just some boy from Jersey.

As their song ended, Greg caught my grief filled gaze and came to pick me up from the couch. “Let’s get you out of here.” he said to me as the boys song ended. Dustin looked up at me confused, “I’ll explain tomorrow.” Greg assured him. He shrugged his shoulders in response and went off to find his fix for the night. For those of you who don’t know, Dustin is a bit of a who.re.

My eyes stayed glued to the television as Greg and Dustin’s short conversation made way, just enough time for me to catch a small part of the boys interview. As whoever the host was made their way onto the stage to ask the boys a few questions, Joe waved to something off camera, almost as he was motioning someone over. Kevin was asked how Megan was doing, she was three months pregnant at the time and as Nick was answering a question about what new songs were in the works, a tiny blonde girl with way too much makeup appeared next to Joe’s side.

My gaze deepened, who was this girl? Why was she standing next to my Joseph? Did their fingers just lace together? It took everything I had in me to not make a complete fool of myself and lunge for the TV. “Oh, who’s this?” the person asking the questions asked Joe. He looked down at her and smiled. That dreamy smile with the perfect teeth. Yea, that one. That was my smile!

He didn’t even have to answer the question, I knew what that smile meant. Greg turned around from his conversation with Dustin to find me doubled over on the floor, tears streaming down my face, hyperventilating. Greg looked at the television and immediately knew what was wrong. He tried to get me up, but I dropped all of my weight, making it hard for him to lift me.

“Come on.” he whispered as he bent down and brushed some hair out of my eyes, “You’re doing exactly what you said you didn’t want to.” I sat up and nodded, looking around at all of the strange glances I was receiving, “Let’s get out of here.”

Four months later, here I am. Keeping to myself in some arena in Daytona Beach. The other seven girls on my team hate me. Mainly because I’m Garrin’s new “favorite.”

Joe wasn’t at last nights preliminary performance. Big surprise. I hadn’t spoke to him since December, but I know he knows I wanted him there. God only knows what he’s doing. Off with whatever this week’s tasty little tart’s name was.

that was really good!!!

pms

bumpies, kids :]

omg! ashley, this is simply amazing. i'm so excited for this sequel :)

but i can't believe joe! what a little cheater. hahaa. ok, i think i'm too into it right now. lol

PMS! 

<3 allie

new chapter yay!! it's kinda short.. and i'm not particularly fond of the ending but it gets the point across i guess haha

My heart beat faster as I looked up and saw the NCA staff member casually walking towards us. Honestly, I can’t believe any of this is happening. I’m just some girl from Jersey, living out her dream. She may be living out her dream, but the one person she loves most certainly isn’t there to support her.

I grabbed a tiny mirror from my large, aqua HPU duffle bag. After all, I couldn’t go out on the floor without my lips properly done. As I dug around for my lipstick, my hand brushed against something cold. I pulled it out, realizing it was the necklace Joe had given me on my birthday, the ring was on the chain as well. Lovely. Just lovely. This was probably the last thing I needed. It definitely wasn’t helping my nerves.

I angrily threw the necklace and ring against the wall and continued to look for my lipstick. “Ow!” I heard a familiar voice yell. I looked up to see Greg holding the jewelry and rubbing a part of his leg. “You’ll be fine.” I told him, rolling my eyes as I finally found my lipstick. I saw Greg walking over from the corner of my eye, but chose to ignore it. Joe was seriously the very last thing I wanted to talk about, let alone even think about right now. And well, I was already thinking about him.

As I held the mirror up, I carefully traced my lips with the bright red coloring, trying to tune out another one of Greg’s lectures about forgiving Joe. I snapped the mirror shut and glared at him, “Why should I apologize? He obviously doesn’t care about the way I feel.” I stood up, adjusted my tiny skirt, which fell just below my butt and crossed my arms over my chest. “HE decided to drop off the face of the earth, HE decided to break his promises.” I said, feeling tears beginning to well up in my eyes, “He should be apologizig.” I continued as a single tear rolled down my cheek. “Hey,” Greg quietly said as he wrapped me in a hug, “No crying, you’ll mess up your make up..” he trailed off with a small laugh. I looked up at him and smiled as he wiped away the tear.

I sighed as I buried my head in his chest, I’m nervous, excited, stressed, upset. Too many things to feel at once. As I took in the scent of his uniform top, I let out another sigh. Maybe I should have picked him last year. After all, he would still be here.

“Ready?” Dustin eagerly asked from behind me. I lifted my head from Greg’s chest and grabbed the jewelry from his hand, “As I’ll ever be!” I responded, carelessly tossing the necklace and ring back into my bag. A smirk spread across Dustin’s face. Oh boy, what’s going on? “Alright then!” he excitedly yelled, picking me up and throwing my over his shoulder. “Dustin!” I yelled as he carried me down the hall to the stage, the rest of the team following behind, “Put me down!” This was an all to familiar feeling. Oh yea, that’s right. The last time this happened, Joe was dragging me on stage.

“Hey, World Cup! Keep it down!” I couldn’t see him, but I could tell from his distinct voice it was Garrin. I rolled my eyes, it wasn’t worth fighting anymore, Dustin was obviously not going to be putting me down.
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I took a deep breath as I set myself into my place on the mat. The chanting crowd, the sun beating down on us, this was it. This is what I have been dreaming about my entire life. A smile spread across my face as I looked up at the crowd, small co-ed cheering us on from the front. My smiled faded, something was missing. That one person who had promised to be in the front, screaming his head off for me. Why I expected him to be here for finals is beyond me. I don’t know why I even thought he’d be here. It’s not like this is the first promise he broke.

Just as I closed my eyes and took in another deep breath, the music started. I felt Dustin’s grip on my waist and the air flowing through my hair as I was being tossed into the air. The smile reappeared on my face as pulled my bow and arrow. This is my life. This is what makes me happy and I need to give it my all.

new chapter yay!! it's kinda short.. and i'm not particularly fond of the ending but it gets the point across i guess haha

My heart beat faster as I looked up and saw the NCA staff member casually walking towards us. Honestly, I can’t believe any of this is happening. I’m just some girl from Jersey, living out her dream. She may be living out her dream, but the one person she loves most certainly isn’t there to support her.

I grabbed a tiny mirror from my large, aqua HPU duffle bag. After all, I couldn’t go out on the floor without my lips properly done. As I dug around for my lipstick, my hand brushed against something cold. I pulled it out, realizing it was the necklace Joe had given me on my birthday, the ring was on the chain as well. Lovely. Just lovely. This was probably the last thing I needed. It definitely wasn’t helping my nerves.

I angrily threw the necklace and ring against the wall and continued to look for my lipstick. “Ow!” I heard a familiar voice yell. I looked up to see Greg holding the jewelry and rubbing a part of his leg. “You’ll be fine.” I told him, rolling my eyes as I finally found my lipstick. I saw Greg walking over from the corner of my eye, but chose to ignore it. Joe was seriously the very last thing I wanted to talk about, let alone even think about right now. And well, I was already thinking about him.

As I held the mirror up, I carefully traced my lips with the bright red coloring, trying to tune out another one of Greg’s lectures about forgiving Joe. I snapped the mirror shut and glared at him, “Why should I apologize? He obviously doesn’t care about the way I feel.” I stood up, adjusted my tiny skirt, which fell just below my butt and crossed my arms over my chest. “HE decided to drop off the face of the earth, HE decided to break his promises.” I said, feeling tears beginning to well up in my eyes, “He should be apologizig.” I continued as a single tear rolled down my cheek. “Hey,” Greg quietly said as he wrapped me in a hug, “No crying, you’ll mess up your make up..” he trailed off with a small laugh. I looked up at him and smiled as he wiped away the tear.

I sighed as I buried my head in his chest, I’m nervous, excited, stressed, upset. Too many things to feel at once. As I took in the scent of his uniform top, I let out another sigh. Maybe I should have picked him last year. After all, he would still be here.

“Ready?” Dustin eagerly asked from behind me. I lifted my head from Greg’s chest and grabbed the jewelry from his hand, “As I’ll ever be!” I responded, carelessly tossing the necklace and ring back into my bag. A smirk spread across Dustin’s face. Oh boy, what’s going on? “Alright then!” he excitedly yelled, picking me up and throwing my over his shoulder. “Dustin!” I yelled as he carried me down the hall to the stage, the rest of the team following behind, “Put me down!” This was an all to familiar feeling. Oh yea, that’s right. The last time this happened, Joe was dragging me on stage.