Okay, guys, I realize that I was supposed to post this story ages ago. DON'T MURDER MY FACE BECAUSE I HAVE EXCUSES. And I'm not lying, I promise. Okay, the first time it was delayed, it was because people had voted but there were a bunch of ties to be settled. Finally, once there was a winner, I finally started writing the story you're about to read. The second time it was delayed, I was sick and did not want to write or get on the laptop or even move. Curse of the Pistachio. Anyhoodles, the third time it was delayed, it was because (okay, you guys aren't even gonna believe this one) I have a boyfriend and his face is extremely distracting and we've been Skyping, like, 24/7. I'll pause so that you can gasp at the fact that I even have a boyfriend.

Okay, I think that was enough time. Anyhoodles, thankfully, I'm posting now and that's all that matters, right? :) … Gah, I'm a terrible person who just cannot be relied on. Anyhoodles, I actually have a system I'm going to make myself abide by. I will (TRY TO) update every Wednesday. I was gonna do it every Tuesday (since today is Tuesday), but for some reason, I wanted it to be Wednesday. I know, I'm weird… AAAAAAND I talk too much. So I'm gonna shut up and let you read :)

P.S. I'm allergic to pistachios so hopefully, that one part about how I was sick and put that random thing about pistachios makes sense.

Ally's POV:

He nibbles at my ear and I giggle. "Stop!" I exclaim, hitting his chest playfully.

"But you taste so good!" He laughs and rolls over on top of me, pinning me to my bed. "Om, nom, nom!" He bites softly all over my face.

"You're disgusting!" I yell, laughing so hard that I'm crying now. He smiles and gets off of me, lying back down beside me.

"There's something I need to talk to you about," he tells me, a serious look on his face now. I wipe my eyes and look up.

"What's up?" I ask. He looks down at his hands for a moment, then his eyes transfer to something across my room. Soon, he stands up and walks over to the balcony door. I sit up on the edge of my bed, my back straight and my ears open.

"Well... as you know... our seven-month anniversary is coming up..." he starts slowly.

"Yeah, on the third," I confirm, remembering the exact moment we began dating last year.

It'd been another late night. We'd stayed up late at Sonic Boom, writing a song for a concert that was two days away...

"Whoo!" we exclaimed as we finished yet another song.

"Another amazing song, Ally." Austin smiled as he high-fived me. He looked right down into my eyes. I swallowed and looked away from him. "What's wrong?" he asked, trying to catch my eye. I shook my head.

"Nothing's wrong," I said, putting on a bright smile.

"You sure?" he asked, full of concern now.

"Yeah, I'm sure. Let's just record the song," I suggested.

We have this thing now: After we write a song, we record it and put it on a CD. Austin had the idea when he caught me recording You Don't See Me for myself.

"Alright," he said, a bit hesitantly. We walked up the stairs to the practice room. He put the headphones on his head and I walked over to the recording equipment. I turned everything on and pressed record. I smiled at Austin and gestured for him to start as the music began playing.

I played it safe

I kept my foot up on the brake

I never really took a chance in life

And didn't live for today

Oh, girl, and then I met you

Opened my eyes to something new

You know you set me free like no one else

And got me acting a fool

Don't you know you know you changed my life?

Girl, 'cause now I'm livin' and it feels so right

Yeah

You got my heart beat pumpin' and it's going insane

You got me jumpin' outta aeroplanes

And that's why

I'm crazy; it's true

Crazy for you...

After we finished recording the song, we sat together on the piano bench for a while. It wasn't long before Austin turned to me with a serious yet tired look on his face.

"Ally..." he said slowly.

"Yes, Austin?" I turned to him and returned his gaze. The next thing he said shocked me. I didn't know if it was the sleepiness talking or not. But he said this:

"I'm... I am crazy for you... I love you with all of my heart. Your heart, actually. You stole my heart the second I laid eyes on you that day I was playing the drums with corn dogs downstairs in Sonic Boom. I love you. And I want to be with you. Forever... So, Ally... will you be my girlfriend?"

My mouth fell open and I stared at him.

He... he loves me? I never would have thought... I mean, he's just... Austin. He's a hot guy. He's supposed to be a player with a sweet exterior. That's what I thought he was. I didn't want to let myself actually fall for him, but I did anyway. I kept my feelings to myself, because I didn't think he felt the same way. And now here he is, confessing his love for me, and I'm just sitting here with a dumb look on my face.

"Ally...?" Austin asked worriedly. "How do you feel about me...?"'

I couldn't speak. It's as if someone had ripped my vocal cords out of my throat. So I did the next best thing. I kissed him full on the mouth, smiling as I did so. Slowly, our arms encircled each other. As we pulled away from each other, I looked at him.

Dumbly, he asked, "Is that a yes or a no?"

I'd found my voice.

"It's a yes."

The next day, I found out that it wasn't the sleepiness talking and that he actually loved me. Because, that day, he came to Sonic Boom, leaned across the counter, kissed me softly, and told me he loved me.

I smile at the memory and return to the present day.

"Right... Well, my parents wanted to meet your parents and suggested they meet on our anniversary date..." he says slowly.

"That's fine," I say.

"It is?" he asks, spinning around.

"Yeah," I confirm. "I mean, it's just one date that isn't about us. It's not like it'll tear us apart."

"You're right," Austin says after a moment. "I dunno why I was so afraid to ask."

I glance at my clock above my balcony door. It says 9:45. "It's time for you to go," I say, standing up and walking over to him. "You remember what happened last time. You got grounded and couldn't see me for a week."

"Worst week of my life," he says, kissing my lips softly.

"Seriously, go," I say, pointing to my door with my thumb. He smiles and leaves my room. I turn around and walk back over to my bed, climbing into it. Suddenly, Austin walks back in.

"I forgot something," he says, sounding guilty.

"What?" I ask.

"I love you," he says with a smile. I giggle as he turns to leave.

"I love you, too," I whisper even though he's gone. I get comfortable in my bed and fall asleep.

"Good morning, Ally-Gator," someone whispers in my ear.

I check my mental calendar. July 3rd. Austin and I's seven-month-iversary day. A smile spreads across my face. I quickly wipe the smile away and pretend to be asleep.

"Well... I guess she won't ever wake up," Austin says sarcastically. I hear him clear his throat. "Oh, Sleeping Beauty!" he calls. "Uh oh! She won't wake up. I suppose she can only be awaken with a kiss."

There's silence for a moment then Austin's lips are on mine. Silently, I sit up, leaning into his kiss and putting my hand on the back of his neck. Austin slowly sits down on my bed, smiling now. The kiss gets deeper and deeper as I run my fingers through his hair and his arms encircle my waist. After another few seconds, I find that I can't breathe and have to pull away from him. Unfortunately. Austin smiles.

"Ah, my princess has awoken," he whispers to me.

"And my prince has finally come," I whisper back. "I've waited a hundred years for you, you know." I smirk.

"Looks like I'm a little late then," he says. "I know just how to make up for it though."

Before I can say anything, he picks me up out of bed and carries me down the stairs. After breakfast, I grab my songbook and Austin and I set off for our day. First, we go by Sonic Boom to meet up with Trish and Dez for a little while.

We all mostly just talk for a little while. Well, Austin and I listen to Trish and Dez argue, really. They're arguing about some kind of stuff that isn't even worth arguing about. They never want to just shut up and actually talk to each other. If they did, they probably would be friends instead of frenemies.

"Happy seven-month-iversary!" they exclaim in unison as we begin to leave. "Hey, don't talk at the same time I do!" they say together again. "Stop!" they yell. "Oh, my God! Stop!"

Their bickering fades into the distance as Austin and I walk away. Austin walks on my right side and rests his arms around my shoulders. "So..." he says.

"So..." I copy him.

"What would my beautiful princess like to do today?" he asks me, making me giggle and blush.

"Well..." I start.

"Well... what?" Austin asks, urging me to finish.

"Well... I want to do something, but we do that all the time and I feel like you'd want to take a break from it," I say, looking over at the stores to my left.

"You want to... write a song?" he asks and I can tell he's smiling.

"Yeah... kind of..." I tell him.

He stops walking. "Me, too."

I look over at him and smile back. "Well, let's go write a song, then."

We walk back to Sonic Boom where Trish and Dez are still speaking at the same time. "Guys!" Austin yells.

Trish and Dez look up at him. "What?" they ask together again and look at each other annoyed, obviously wanting to argue some more.

"Maybe you two need some therapy..." I suggest quietly. "Like a marriage counselor." I nudge Austin and he smirks.

Trish and Dez look at me as if I'd just suggested we all eat newborn, human babies for lunch.

"Me?!" they scream at the same time.

"And him?!"

"And her?!"

"Married?!" they ask. "Eww!" They stomp out of Sonic Boom.

"I knew that would work," I say, putting on a smirk of my own.

I close the doors of Sonic Boom and put up the "Closed" sign. I intertwine my fingers with Austin's and we walk up the stairs to the practice room. We sit down at the piano and I look around for my songbook. "Have you… have you seen my book? I know I brought it when we were here earlier. And I put it down right—" I pat a spot on the piano lid. "—here when I came up here for some water."

Austin whistles a bit suspiciously. "I haven't seen it." He shrugs. He looks anywhere but at me.

"Austin…"

"Ally…" He mimics my tone.

I raise an eyebrow at him when he finally looks over at me.

"What?" he asks.

"You're sure you haven't seen my book," I say, looking him up and down.

"I'm absolutely sure," he says. I stare at him for another moment before he finally pulls my book out from under the piano bench quickly and begins to hand it to me. "Okay, okay!"

"Don't touch my book!" I exclaim, snatching it from him. I take a deep breath and flip through it.

"I'm sorry," Austin says sincerely, wrapping his arms around me from the side and kissing my cheek.

I blush. "It's okay…" I tell him. I smile.

"Hey…" Austin says.

"Hi," I reply.

He lets out a small chuckle. "Do you think we could write a… you know… different kind of song?"

"How much different do you want it to be?" I ask.

"Completely different," he says.

"What do you mean?" I ask, turning to him.

"Uh… well… Let's put it this way: I want it to be the exact opposite of Not a Love Song…" he says.

I tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear. "But… but you said that you don't do love—"

"I know what I said," he tells me. "But now I'm saying this: I want to write a love song."

I blush and swallow. "Uh… o-okay…" My eyes fall on a song I began to write ages ago. Before Austin can peek over my shoulder—as he always does—I close my book, my finger bookmarking the page. "You don't think this'll change your image? Because everyone knows you as a fast song/pop song kind of guy…"

"I don't care what people think of it," Austin says, smiling.

I stay silent and still for a second. "How about we just keep this song to ourselves?" I ask.

"Well… if that's what you want," he says with a sigh.

I bite my lip and open my book. "I have the perfect melody," I say, trying to get rid of the awkward feeling in the air. I stretch my fingers over the keys. "And some verses." Austin watches my fingers intently as I play.

Ooh

Yeah

You can be the peanut butter to my jelly

You can be the butterflies I feel in my belly

You can be the captain and I can be your first mate

You can be the chills that I feel on our first date

You can be the hero and I can be your sidekick

You can be the tear that I cry if we ever split

You can be the rain from the cloud when it's stormin'

Or you can be the sun when it shines in the mornin'

I stop playing and look over at Austin who's staring off into space, smiling. "Austin." I snap my fingers in front of his face, pulling him back down to Earth.

"Yeah?" he asks, a little dazed.

"What d'you think?" I ask.

"It-it was awesome," he says with a smile.

"Thanks," I say, smiling. I flip the page of my songbook and continue playing.

Don't know if I could ever be

Without you 'cause, boy, you complete me

And in time, I know that we'll both see

That we're all we need

'Cause you're the apple to my pie

You're the straw to my berry

You're the smoke to my high

And you're the one I wanna marry

I stop playing but Austin continues singing.

'Cause you're the one for me

And I'm the one for you

You take the both of us

And we're the perfect two

We're the perfect two

We're the perfect two

Baby, me and you

We're the perfect two

I blush. Did Austin just sing that? Did I write that down in my songbook or something and did he read it? No, I don't see it down there. I think he just wrote some lyrics! I smile and kiss his cheek.

He smiles back and says, "Oh, I forgot. We have a dinner to eat at eight."

"Where?" I ask.

"It's a surprise," he replies, tapping my nose.

I smile and cock my head, looking up at him. "You know I hate surprises," I mutter to him.

"But you love me, right?" he asks.

"Of course," I say.

"Then just trust me on this."

Eight o'clock rolls around faster than I thought it would. Austin and I spent all day working on Perfect Two. I think we're almost finished. At seven o'clock, Austin and I went home to get ready. Trish, of course, helped me get ready for the date.

She has me in a red semi-short dress with a V-neck that doesn't… show too much. The dress is layered and frilly at the bottom. She let me borrow her bright red heels that make me at least four inches taller. She layered my hair and is making me wear In Love perfume.

It smells really good and she said that she thought Austin might like it. The only thing on me that isn't red is my makeup. It's mostly just natural colors. She told me to take my purse along and keep my phone in it so that I could tell her how the date was going.

Trish stood back to look at me. "Twirl," she tells me.

"What? Why?" I ask.

"Which one of us worked at a modeling agency for half a day and watched a bunch of models twirl for the wardrobe girl?" she asks.

"You did…" I answer.

"Thank you. Now twirl," she orders once more.

I follow her instructions and twirl once, making the layers of my dress flow out in a circle. I look at Trish and see that she's crying. "What's wrong, Trish?" I ask worriedly.

"You just look so beautiful!" she exclaims. She wipes her tears and smiles. "Tonight will be the night that Austin will fall for you all over again."

I gasp and reach into my purse, pulling out my songbook.

"Ally, don't take that with you!" Trish scolds.

"But Trish—!" I start.

"No buts!" she cut me off. "Give it to me."

I hold it close to my chest. "Just let me write one thing in it. Please. I'll leave it here, I promise."

Trish sighs and says, "All right."

Tonight will be the night that I will fall for you… all over again, I write in my book. I carefully set it down on my bed. "Don't touch that while I'm gone," I warn Trish.

"I won't," she says, "you know I won't."

The doorbell downstairs rings before I can say another word. "I've got it!" I scream down the stairs as I open the door to my room. Trish grabs my arm though.

"Ally, let me get it. We'll leave you a mystery for now," she tells me with a smile.

I smile back and watch her walk down the stairs. I hear the door open and Trish exclaims, "Austin! It's so nice to see you!" She laughs a fake laugh and I hear the door close once more.

I pick up my purse and inch down the stairs. I hear hushed whispers. I'm on the last step when I find that I can hear what Trish is saying now.

"Austin, if you hurt Ally in any way, I will personally come to your house, strip you of your skin, and boil your flesh over an open flame. Got it?" Trish asks.

"Yes, Trish, I got it," Austin's voice says at a normal volume. "You tell me the exact same thing every time I take Ally out of your sight."

"I just want to make sure you know," she tells him.

I come into sight and Austin smiles brightly. "Wow… you look… amazing…" he says.

"Thanks," I say. "You do too."

He's wearing a suit. He's wearing the suit he wore to Trish's quinceañera. The night we had our first dance. And the night we almost shared our first kiss. We were interrupted twice. I could tell Austin had been about to kiss me when he dipped me and he had been about to kiss me when we were under the table.

But that was before I knew of my feelings for him.

Still, a small part of me wanted him to kiss me…

I'm not sure when I knew I was in love with Austin but if I had to pick, it would be that night. I look at Austin's tie and notice that he didn't put it on correctly. I walk over to him and untie it.

"What are you doing?" he asks.

"You put your tie on wrong," I say. He watches my fingers as I tie it correctly and tighten it.

"Thanks, Als," he says, leaning down to kiss me.

"Whoa, whoa!" Trish stops him. "Not in my house!"

"Trish… this is my house…" I correct her.

"Whatever," she says. Then she shoves us out the door.

"What about Lester and Penny?" Austin asks me as he opens my door. I sit down and put my seatbelt on. He opens his own door and gets in.

"They're doing the same thing your parents are doing," he says.

"Ah," I say.

We're mostly silent except for the low music playing on the radio. I'm not even sure what song it is; all I care about right now is Austin. I keep sneaking side-glances at him. He's so handsome in that suit. I can barely stand it. We arrive at the restaurant. He got reservations at The Palm?! Wow!

We walk inside. "Moon reservation," Austin tells the waiter.

The waiter runs his finger down a white piece of paper. "Ah, Moon, table for six, eight o'clock." He looks up. "Where's your party?"

"They're on their way," Austin tells him. Right when he finishes that sentence, Mike and Mimi walk through the door and over to us. "Hey, Mom, Dad."

The waiter leads us to two tables that have been pushed together. Austin sits across from me and his dad sits beside him. Mimi sits beside me, across from Mike.

"Ally, how nice to see you," Mimi says with a smile, looking over at me. "Where are your parents?"

"Oh, they're coming," I tell her. We talk about my parents for about ten more minutes.

"I can't wait to meet them. Austin's told me so much about them. He told me they owned a music store?" he asks me, as if to make sure.

"Yeah, they own Sonic Boom," I confirm.

"Sonic Boom?" Mike and Mimi ask simultaneously. The waiter arrives with my mom and dad when they say that.

"You!" my dad, my mom, Mike, and Mimi all say at the same time.

"Huh! Now I see why you were so late!" Mike exclaims, his tone cold all of a sudden. "The Dawsons have always been latecomers!"

"We showed up to one mall meeting late and suddenly we're 'latecomers'!" my dad shoots back.

"Your makeup is trashy," my mom spits.

"Oh, like yours is any better?" Mimi asks.

Mike and Mimi stand up and everyone gets into an argument. Austin and I stand up and stay out of the way. They're screaming now and everyone in the restaurant is staring at them.

"Austin!" Mike and Mimi say.

"Ally!" my parents shout.

"We're leaving!" they all say together.

"But—!" I start.

"No buts, Allyson! We're leaving!" my mom yells.

"Tell your little girlfriend goodbye because you're never seeing her again!" Mimi shouts.

"What?!" Austin and I ask simultaneously.

So what'd you think?! Good? Not good? Terrible? So bad that I should just stop writing, throw my laptop away, crawl into a hole and die? HOPEFULLY, it's not the last choice. If it is, I'm sorry but I'm not gonna throw my laptop away, crawl into a hole and die. I might stop writing but… yeah, you get the point. Anyhoodles, review, subscribe (or follow, whatever you wanna call it), and/or favorite! :D

LoVe, KeNzIe

P.S. Omg, I was so excited when I got the email that told me that my story Where There's A Nerdy Girl, There's A Cocky Boy and Where There's A Nerdy Girl, There's A Cocky Boy: The Sequel was nominated! Thank you, i-luv-ross-lynch-and-r5 and xXLGBTXx (ausllyfan01) and whoever else nominated my stories. My stories have never been nominated before I was just soooooo excited. I just can't even. I mean, all I did was get nominated and I'm excited. I would probably explode if I won xD Someone would have to come scrape my splattered remains from the walls…

Ew…

Anyhoodles, byyyyye. For real this time xD