After a comment on the cold weather, we suddenly go silent. I'm not even sure why. It's as if a thick blanket just fell over the room. It's even dark in here so that makes it even more awkward than it already is.

Earlier, Austin wanted to show me some kind of glow-in-the-dark drum sticks he'd gotten and we just never turned the lights back on. We've just been talking in total darkness. And the funny thing is: neither of us even cared about the darkness.

We only cared about our conversation...

Suddenly, I feel Austin's lips on mine. I hesitate but kiss back. He stops abruptly.

"What's wrong?" I ask the dark room.

"I don't know... You... you hesitated..." he says, sounding a bit confused. I sigh.

"I didn't mean to," I tell him honestly.

"What do you mean? You didn't mean to hesitate? How do you not mean to hesitate?" he asks.

"Sorry, you caught me off guard. I didn't... see you coming," I say with a giggle. Suddenly, I'm pushed backwards on his bed.

"So you didn't see that coming either?" he asks.

"Nope," I tell him.

"Or this?" he asks. He kisses my cheek. "Or this? Or this? Or this?" he asks as he kisses me all over my face. I giggle.

"Stop it," I say, giggling uncontrollably as he continues to kiss my face. Suddenly, he kisses my lips again and I kiss back immediately.

"Now you're quick on your feet," he murmurs against my lips. A few minutes later, we finally stop kissing. Austin turns on a lamp by his bed and a dim light falls over the room. I sit cross-legged toward the foot of his bed and he sits with his knees pulled in toward himself at the head of his bed. He sighs.

"What's wrong?" I ask him again.

"Can I tell you something?" he asks.

"Of course you can. You can tell me anything," I promise him.

"Well... Do you remember that one fan you still had on your street team website?" he asks.

"How did you know about that?" I ask him.

"I know about it because... that fan was me," he tells me.

"It... it was?" I ask. "That explains why they were so cocky." We laugh. When the laughter dies down, I ask, "So that was really you?" He nods and gives me a small smile.

"Yep, that was me..." he says quietly. "Other people might not be, but I'll always be an Ally Dawson fan. No matter what." He smiles. I lean forward onto all fours and kiss him gently before returning to my previous position.

"You are so sweet," I whisper, smiling. He yawns.

"Aw, is Austy Wausty sleepy weepy?" I ask in a baby voice, frowning playfully.

"Yes, he is actually," he says, also in a baby voice, as he rubs his eyes. "Can Ally Wally check under Austy Wausty's bed?"

"Of course she can," I say, turning my frown upside down.

I lean off the side of his bed and put my hands on the floor so I won't fall. I look under the bed and only see a bunch of instruments.

"No monsters," I confirm. I crawl up beside him and snuggle into his side, making us feel like one being. He cuts off the lamp and wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer to him. If that's even possible.


We walk back to my house. Austin's left arm is around my waist so that he can hold my right hand. We walk inside.

"Hey, Ally. Hey Austin," everyone says together as we walk into the living room.

"Did I just hear the names 'Austin' and 'Ally'?" Jenna asks, running into the room. She runs up and hugs us both quickly then runs up the stairs.

"So are you two back together?" my mom asks with a smile. I nod, blushing furiously. "Did you two have a good time at the party?"

"Kind of. We were really just running in circles, looking for each other," I say with a chuckle. "Oh, Mom! Guess what?!"

"What?!" she asks excitedly.

"I performed! On an actual stage! In front of actual people!" I exclaim excitedly.

"That's great, honey! I'm proud of you!" she says. She stands up and hugs me. After that, Austin and I walk up the stairs. Jenna catches us, as we're about to enter my room, with two pieces of paper.

"Merry Christmas!" she says. "Well... Merry Late Christmas." She hands me a piece of paper and she hands one to Austin too. Austin looks down at his.

"Whoa! My guitar is sick!" he exclaims. He crouches down. "Thanks. You're a good artist, Van Gogh." He nudges her shoulder.

"Who's Van Gogh?" Jenna asks.

"He's an artist who cut off his own ear!" I tell her, opening my mouth in mock shock. Her eyes widen and she covers her ear. She runs to her room. Austin stares at me. "Hey, it's your fault for referencing that artist," I tell him with a shrug. "She'll get over it." He scoffs and smiles, shaking his head. I look down at mine.

She's drawn both of us as she did in Austin's picture. The only differences are: I'm a girl and I'm not as tall as Austin was in his picture. Plus, I'm holding my songbook instead of leaning on a guitar. This is so adorable.

We walk into my room. I tape my picture on the wall above my desk. Austin sets his down on my desk so he won't forget it when he leaves. Austin and I walk out to my balcony wearing our coats.

"Wow..." Austin says. "It's only been a semester of school and we're... together..."

"Yeah... Six years of torture and it only takes about four months to change my mind about you," I say, dumbfounded. "Amazing."

"I'm just glad you're finally mine," Austin tells me. "I hated having to switch girls every few days."

"Then why'd you do it?" I ask.

"I felt like... like I needed to make someone jealous. And now I know that it's you I wanted to make jealous," he tells me.

"Aw," I say. We stand in silence for a moment, watching the sun get higher in the sky. "But for your information, I did not get jealous."

"Psht. Please. Every girl gets jealous of the girl who's with Austin Moon," he says cockily, gesturing to himself. I roll my eyes.

"Shut up," I say with a smile, shoving him playfully. He smiles back.

"Oh, man. Those sluts are gonna hate you," he tells me. I shrug.

"They already did," I remind him. He gives me a sad half-smile. "Oh, don't start feeling bad for me. You knew they already hated me."

"True..." he says, sounding unsure. I look over at him.

"Did you really not know?" I ask.

"I didn't really care about your life before so I didn't really notice," he tells me.

"Oh, really?" I ask, raising my eyebrows. "You seemed to care about making it a living hell."

"That was all I cared about," he says, frowning. "I'm sorry." He looks to his right, not looking me right in the eyes.

"Hey," I say, kissing his cheek. "Now I know why so it doesn't matter." We spend an hour talking about school things before he has to go home. He picks up his picture and we walk down the stairs.

"I'll see you at school tomorrow," he says, leaning down and brushing his lips against mine.

"See you then," I say smiling.

"I hate that I can't see you off," Austin says, turning to Jenna and kneeling down beside her.

"It's fine. I'll be back soon. I'll be back for... the Fourth of July, I think! Except everybody's coming down then! Including my daddy!" she exclaims.

"I can't wait to meet him," Austin tells her. "Thanks, again for the picture... Leonardo Da Vinci." She smiles. "He didn't do any thing like Van Gogh, right?" he asks me. I shake my head. "Alright." He straightens up. "Bye, Mr. Dawson..." My dad actually smiles at him. "Mrs. Dawson, I'm truly sorry," Austin says. My mom sighs. Wait, what is he sorry for?

"If my daughter forgave you for it... I guess I can too," she says. Oh... that.

"What happened?" my dad asks.

"Uh... nothing, honey. Don't worry about it," my mom says. I smile at her.

"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow," Austin says again, kissing my cheek. I blush. He leaves. About two hours later, we take Aunt Ashley and Jenna to the airport and watch them take off.


I walk into school the next day, ready to see Austin. But, of course, I have to sit through first period without him. After first period, I start to walk to my locker with my head down, ready to get pelted with insults... but they never come.

"Hey, Ally!" a few people say as I walk to my locker. I smile and continue to my locker.

"Ally, do you know what's going on?" Trish asks, walking up to me.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"A few of the cheerleaders just asked me if they could have a sleepover party with me and you," she tells me.

"Cheerleaders?" I ask, confused. "But... we're... losers. Why would they want to have a sleepover with us?"

"I don't know but I told them to be at my house this Friday at eight," she says. She narrows her eyes at me. "Last time something like this happened, you and... You made up with Austin!" she concludes excitedly.

"Trish, you already knew that," I say. "Don't you remember the New Year's Eve party?"

"Eh, not really. I wasn't really paying attention," she tells me, looking off into space. I stare at her, remembering when she came up to me at the table with drinks on it. Then I remember that Trish is pretty bad at paying attention.

"Well," I say, closing my locker, "I have to get to class. I'll see you later."

"Bye. Don't forget the sleepover!" she calls as I walk down the hall.

"I won't!" I call back. I walk into Chemistry and see Austin already sitting there, his chair leaned back onto only two legs. I sit down and he lets his chair fall onto all four legs.

"Hey, whore," he jokes with a smile. Not a smirk. A smile.

"Hey, Blondie," I reply, returning his joking smile.


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