Disclaimer: I don't own Austin & Ally or most of the songs I use in this story. The only things I own are the story lines except when I use scenes from the show.

Finally, he pulls away. Then I pass out; maybe from lack of sleep, maybe from the surprise I was just given.

"Ally… Ally, dear, wake up," a voice says in my ear. I wake up and see a woman with graying hair and a pudgy face. I'm in the nurse's office. I see Trish sitting across the room. "What are you doing here?" I ask Trish. "I had to bring you here," she tells me. "Oh, well can I go now?" I ask the nurse. "Let me write you a pass, deary," she says.

She writes Trish and me a pass and we start out the door. "Why did you pass out?" she asks me. "Is it because Austin kissed you?" "It wouldn't be the first time. But it's probably because I didn't get much sleep last night," I tell her. "Wait a minute. What do you mean it wouldn't be the first time?" she asks. I give up and tell her.

"I've kissed him before. Twice before actually," I admit to her. "So you've kissed him three times?" she asks me. "That explains why he agreed so quickly… Why didn't you tell me?" "I thought you would freak out if I told you," I say. "Okay, I just have one question," Trish says. "Did you use tongue?" "Trish!" I exclaim. "Okay the first time and the last time," I admit laughing.

"Sweet!" she says. "Shut up," I say still laughing. We walk into Pre-Calculus and I give Mrs. West the pass. I walk to the back of the room and Trish follows me. Austin turns around when I sit down. "Are you okay?" he asks. "It's alright; you don't have to be nice for the rest of the three days. I'll be your partner. That kiss was just… enough," I tell him. "I'm just asking if you're alright," he says. "Oh, well yeah I'm fine," I tell him.

He turns around and doesn't bother me for the rest of the period. World History was boring, as usual. We learned a few new phrases in French which Austin stumbled over. In chorus, we're finally learning a song. And in gym, we start actual gym things but it's mostly just running around the gym so far. After school, Dallas comes up to me and my face turns red again.

"Um, h-hi D-Dallas," I say. "Look, if you want to call off our date, I'll understand," he tells me. "What? Why would I want to do that?" I ask him. "I saw you kiss that Austin guy," he says. "Oh, no no. You don't understand. It was more like a dare than anything," I tell him. "I still want to go on that date," I say with a smile. "Awesome," he says returning the smile. "Hey, what's your number?" he asks taking out his phone. We exchange numbers and I stuff my phone back in my pocket. "See you later," I tell him. "See you later, Ally," he says.

He walks away and I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. "Hello?" I answer the phone. "Ally, do you think you could go home with Austin today?" my mom asks. "Um, what?" I ask. "No one is going to be home. Your dad is going away on another accordion convention and I'm going out for that girl's day. And I just don't want you to be alone in the house with him," she tells me. Last week, I would have thought she was crazy for thinking that but now that I've made out with him twice and regularly kissed him once; she's not so crazy to me. I sigh.

"Sure, Mom," I say. "Thanks honey. Bye," she says. "Bye," I say hanging up. I look around and see Austin waiting for his ride. I run over to him. "Hey, Ally," he says smiling. "Can I come over to your house?" I ask him. "Uh… what?" he asks. "My mom isn't gonna be home and neither is my dad," I explain to him. "Uh, yeah sure, I guess," he says "Yeah, I would just go home but I don't have a key for my house. I don't have a key for Sonic Boom either so…" I trail off.

"Oh, well you can come to my house, that's fine," he says. "Awesome," I say. He scratches the side of his face and winces in pain. "Have you gotten any pain killers or anything for that?" I ask him and he shakes his head. "Well, you need to. It would feel a lot better," I tell him. "Alright, fine, Mother," he says and I roll my eyes. A few minutes later, his ride rolls up and we both get into the back seat. "Oh, hello, Ally. I wasn't aware that you would be riding with us today," Mrs. Moon says.

She is so civilized. "Yeah, my parents weren't going to be home today so she asked me to ride home with you," I explain. "Is that okay?" "Yes, that's fine, dear," she says smiling at me. "Thanks, Mrs. Moon," I say. "Oh, please call me Mimi," she tells me starting the car. I smile at her. "Austin, how's your booboo?" she asks Austin.

I let out a small giggle. "It's fine, Mom," Austin groans. I look at him trying to remind him about the pain killers without saying anything. "Oh, Mom, do we have any ibuprofen or something?" he asks. "Yes, of course, I'll give you some when we get home," Mimi tells him. Mimi and Austin keep a conversation going, that Austin keeps trying to drop, all the way home.

When we get to his house, Austin goes with his mom to get some ibuprofen and I'm left to wait in the foyer. "Hello, Ally," Mr. Moon says coming out of nowhere. "Hi, Mr. Moon," I say raising a hand. "Ah, call me Mike," he tells me. I love how Austin's parents act like I'm a childhood friend or something. I smile at him and he smiles back.

Austin and Mimi come back and Austin has a glass of water in his hand. "Well, we'll just… leave you two to it," Mimi says with a smile on her face. Mike and Mimi leave us alone and Austin turns to me. "Well, now that the weirdoes are gone, let's go up to my room," he says pointing up the stairs. "Well, that was rude," I snap at him. He shrugs his shoulders and we go up to his room.

I sit on his bed. "Hang on a second," he tells me walking out the room. I sit on his bed and look around. Most of the Austin junk is gone and he has a few more instruments in here. A few minutes later, he comes back and his head is soaking wet. "Um, what happened?" I ask while he dries his hair with a towel. "I had to clean my slash," he tells me. I hate that word: slash. It sounds disgusting.

"Oh… Um, do we have to study today?" I ask him. "I'm not really feeling it." "We don't have to. We can just sit here until your parents get home," he says. He sits down beside me on his bed. "Well, now we're just gonna have a boring time," I say. "Well, we could…" He scoots closer to me and puts his arm around me. How come every time he does this, I have a date? I have a date!

"Um, I have a date Friday," I tell him slipping out from under his arm. "You have a date already?" he asks. "Yeah," I say. "He doesn't care that we kissed?" he asks. "No, because I told him about how it was just, like, a dare basically," I tell him. "Oh, that was all it was, huh?" he says. "Yeah, I mean… wasn't it?" I ask him. "I don't know was it?" he asks.

"I don't know, that's why I'm asking you," I say. "Oh, well… I guess it was just a kiss, nothing more," he tells me. "Good," I say. "Yeah… great," he says with a small hint of sarcasm. I ignore this. "So… what do you want to do?" he asks me. I shrug my shoulders and he lies back on his bed. "Why is it so hot in your room?" I ask him.

"My bed covers my vent," he says. "Well, why don't you just move your bed?" I ask. "You know what? You're really bossy," he says with a chuckle. "I am not!" I say hitting his arm. "It is pretty hot in here, I guess," he says. "Yeah, it's like it is outside. Do you mind if I take my shirt off?" I ask. "Um… uh… um… s-sure?" he says. I take off my shirt revealing my tank top. "Oh, that makes more sense," he says.

"What? Did you think I was just going to walk around your house in my bra?" I ask him. "Well, I was wondering," he says. I roll my eyes and wrap my shirt around my waist. He tugs on the back of my tank top and makes me lay down beside him. "You know, we would make a really cute couple," he says. "Um, excuse me? We're complete opposites," I tell him. "I'm a shy songwriter and you're a boisterous singer that can't write a song for the world.

"I'm nerdy and you're cocky (1). I'm short and you're tall. Well, I guess that doesn't really matter but it's still true," I tell him. "Opposites attract," he says simply. "Well… you're not my type," I say. "You know, my name is a town in Texas. My hair flops just the right way—" He flips his hair. "—I have kind eyes. The only difference is that I don't have brown hair and less abs like Dallas," he says in a frustrated tone. He must have gotten that from my songbook. "How did you know I had a crush on Dallas?" I ask him.

"How could anyone not know?" he asks. "Is it that obvious?" I ask quietly. "Yeah, it is," he says. "Oh… Well, I guess I should have known. Two other people knew," I tell him. "Who?" he asks. "Dez and Trish," I say. "Dez couldn't possibly know that," Austin says indifferently. "Well, then who was he talking about?" I ask more of myself than of him. He gives me a weird look. "That's why he didn't want to go on another date. He said he knew that I liked 'him' and he didn't want to get in the way of that but he never told me who 'him' was," I explain.

"Well, he doesn't even know who Dallas is so I don't know who he could be talking about," he says. "I know…" I know now exactly who he was talking about now. "If it wasn't Dallas then who?" he asks. "I said I don't know," I say. "Oh, well come here," he says standing up. I stand up and follow him out of the room.

He leads me down the hall and into another room. I look around and I'm in a music room. There are instruments everywhere. I can't stop staring. "I knew you would like this room," he says smiling. "I don't like it. I love it," I tell him. "This is like a mini Sonic Boom. I don't have near as many instruments in my house." I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket.

I take it out and flip it open. "You have the oldest phone in the world," Austin says. "Shut up. My phone is fine," I tell him. "Hello?" I answer the phone. "Hey, Ally, it's Dallas," he says. "Oh, hey, Dallas," I say with a smile on my face. I feel Austin stiffen at my side. "What's up?" I ask. "Oh, nothing much. Just wanted to call the prettiest girl I've ever met," he says. I can tell he's smiling from the way his voice sounds.

"Awww," I say. "What did he say?" Austin asks. "He said that he just wanted to call the prettiest girl he's ever met," I tell Austin. He rolls his eyes. "Who was that?" Dallas asks. "Oh, it was just… Trish," I lie to him. If he knew that I was at Austin's house, he would think that we were dating for sure. Austin snatched my phone out of my hand and held it up to his ear.

"It wasn't Trish, it was me," he tells Dallas. "This is Austin." I hit him as hard as I can on the shoulder. "Ow!" he exclaims. He doesn't say anything for a minute. "Ally just hit me," he tells him. He goes silent. "No, we're not dating! God no! I thought she was dating you?" he asks Dallas. Am I really that bad?

"This Friday, huh? What movie are you seeing?" he asks. Why does he care? "Oh, that's cool. Well, I'll let you finish talking to your— No, she's just over here to help me study," he says. "Yeah… well I'll let you finish talking to your girlfriend," he says handing me back my phone. "Hey, Dallas, sorry about that," I tell him. "It's alright. Oh, and do you mind if we see that scary movie this Friday? I've really been wanting to see it," he tells me.

I hate scary movies… But I'll make an exception for Dallas. "Yeah, sure, that's fine," I tell him casually even though I'm exploding inside. "Alright, cool, I gotta go. Bye," he says hanging up. I slip my phone in my pocket and smile. "What are you so smiley about?" I hear Austin ask from beside me. "Huh? Oh, nothing," I say still smiling. Then I think of good lyrics and sing them to Austin.

I'm always improvin'

Always on the move and

Workin' on my flow

Till you hear me on the radio

"Awesome!" Austin says. I knew that would distract him. He goes to the piano and starts playing the song.

I know I can be a star

Take off like a rocket car

Everyday I'm workin' hard

"Yeah, right," I interrupt. "Shut up," he jokes and he continues.

To get my name on every chart

Whoaaa

Well I know that I'll make it

Never put my head down

T-t-turn it up loud

Yeahhh

'Cause I know that I'll make it

If I keep on workin' it

A billion hits is what I'll get

Whoooaaa

That's what I'm gonna get

Whoooaaa

That's what I'm gonna get

Yeahhh

'Cause I know that I'll make it

Overload the internet

A billion hits is what I'll get

Suddenly, he stops playing. I sit beside him on the piano bench and pick the beat back up. Then I stop because I don't have anything. "Well, I thought I had something in my mind but it's escaped," I tell him and he laughs. We start pressing random notes on the piano.

Suddenly, his hand brushes against mine and I blush. I put my hands in my lap. I feel my phone vibrate and I stand up. It's my mom. "Hello?" I answer my phone. "Hey honey, I'm home, and I've (2) — well I should be home in about an hour so come home any time after seven," my mom says. "Alright, Mom thanks. Bye," I say hanging up.

Wait, did she just say seven? It's six o 'clock? Well, I get out of school at four thirty and it's been about an hour so it should be five thirty now. Okay, well it may have been about fifteen minutes waiting for Austin's mom to come and about five minutes to get to his house. Alright, so the time makes sense now.

"I have to stay here for another hour," I mutter to Austin. "Awesome… ly lame," he says. I give him a weird look. "Well, you get to stay for dinner then," he tells me. "Oh… um… I can go to Trish's house," I say with a nervous smile. "No, I insist you stay for dinner, Ms. Dawson," he says in a British accent making me laugh.

"I can't! I've gotta go home!" I exclaim still laughing. He looks at the piano top where I set my phone down. What is he going to do? He grabs my phone and runs out the room and down the hall. He opens it and calls someone. I chase after him hoping to get my phone back before the person answers the phone. He runs down the stairs. "Hi, Mrs. Dawson. Can Ally stay over for dinner?" he asks my mom. "Austin!" I yell. "Great, she'll be home at about eight," he tells her hanging up the phone. He stops and I trip over the rug at the bottom of the stairs.

"Ally, dear, why are you on the floor?" Mimi asks coming out of the kitchen. "I just tripped," I tell her standing up and brushing off my skirt. "Mom, can Ally stay for dinner?" Austin asks. He walks up behind me and slips my phone in my back pocket. I feel like he just touched my butt… oh wait, he did… "Of course she can. I'd love to cook an extra plate," she says smiling. Does she ever stop smiling?

That Night, A Few Hours After Dinner:

Dinner was great. Austin's mom cooked some very delicious food and there was so much of it. I feel as stuffed as a turkey on Thanksgiving Day. And Mimi is more interesting than you would think she was. She reads a lot of adventurous books and she plays classical piano music at a fancy restaurant every Saturday. She could be my best friend if she was my age… or if I were dating Austin…

No.

Why not?

Because you're dating Dallas, remember?

Who says the date is going to go well? Most of my dates have gone wrong somehow in the past.

True. But if that date goes wrong, you won't date Austin. You'll date… somebody… somebody that is not Austin.

Why can't I date Austin? What do you have against Austin?

HE'S A PLAYER! And you know it.

Austin is not a player. And I need to stop talking to you. You make me think I'm crazy sometimes.

Good.

What do you mean good?

…

Fine, don't answer me then.

My laptop chimes three times then there's a pause then it chimes four more times. I cross over to it and open it. Seven emails with the exact same link to Austin's Double Take video. I ignore them and mark them all as 'read'. Then it chimes six more times and it's the same link. I mark them all as read then my laptop just starts chiming as if it's on a loop. All emails; all with the same link.

Geez. Then I get an idea. I call Austin. "Hello?" he asks in a tired voice. "Sorry, Austin but I just thought of some awesome lyrics and I had to call and tell them to you," I say. "How about you just sing them to me?" he asks. His sleepy voice is so adorable!

No, it's not!

Shut up!

"Um… okay," I finally say. I get my keyboard; bring it to my bed, and play the sound Austin and I started yesterday.

Call someone

I think this is an emergency

Hey!

Pull the plug

Austin's blowin' up my PC

"Wait, I'm blowing up your PC? What?" he asks. "Yeah, everybody keeps sending me the link to your video," I explain. "Now shut up and let me finish."

Every hour

Day and night

Can't get this rocker out my sight

"And that's all I got. Sorry for waking you up but I had to tell you about these lyrics," I tell him. "I wasn't sleeping," he lies badly. "Sure, whatever. Get back to sleep," I tell him. "Wait, I got some lyrics," he tells me before I hang up.

You can't get me outta your site

You can't get me outta your site

You thought I was gone

Guess that you were wrong

'Cause I just wrote your new favorite song

"What? Please, you half-wrote their favorite song," I say laughing. "Whatever. Do you wanna just go ahead and finish the song? Since it's basically almost over?" Austin asks. "Sure," I say. "Um… let's use the chorus again and then the bridge."

Whoooaaa

Well I know that I'll make it

Never put my head down

T-t-turn it up loud

Yeahhh

'Cause I don't have to fake it

If I keep on workin' it

A billion hits is what I'll get

I stop and Austin finishes the song.

Whoooaaa

That's what I'm gonna get

Whoooaaa

That's what I'm gonna get

Yeahhh

'Cause I know that I'll make it

Overload the internet

A billion hits is what I'll get

We sing the whole song over. "Ally! Stop singing so loud!" my mom calls from downstairs. "Alright, Mom!" I yell back. "Look, Austin I—" I cut myself off with a yawn. "Austin I- I um, I gotta go to…" I trail off and end up falling asleep right on my keyboard.

1. Ahem, notice the title of this Fanfiction.

2. HAD A HARD DAY! POUR ME A COLD ONE AND… I don't know the rest but I had to do that. Sorry haha.

Yeah, I'm a lame-o by the way. Review for an update!

-Kenzie