Option Four, an Austin and Ally oneshot (part two)

I do not own Austin and Ally. I was asked to continue this, so please enjoy and review!

She's always been one of those early to bed, early to rise types. Normally she'll writhe her way out of his hold, because more often than not, she gets stuck in his clutches during the night, starting breakfast for when he wakes at her absence.

This morning he wakes to find her still in his arms, admiring her ring.

He goes to say something, but the dogs, noticing that their owners are awake pounce on top of them.

"They do understand that we can't feed them if they sit on top of us, right?" Ally scratches Spot behind the ears.

"Apparently not."

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In the kitchen, she pours him a bowl of cereal. Her ring glistens from the sun gleaming in the window. It's too bright for him.

"Thanks," he says, moving his eyes. He'd love to stare at her more, his lovely fiance, but that sun is too much for him. Watery eyes will only lead to soggy cereal. Though that could be the milk doing it too.

Can he call her his fiance? Technically speaking, he never did propose. He slid the ring onto her finger and told her to go back to sleep.

All those failed plans, and that was all it took. He should have done it weeks ago. Then they could already be making wedding plans.

"Hey Austin." She peeks at her ring over the heap of cereal on her spoon.

Mouth full, all he can respond is "Mmm?"

She sighs. It's easier to let him eat first.

"You're welcome."

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The second Trish sees the ring on her finger, she jumps to conclusions. Conclusions that would be accurate, if it weren't for the fact that there was no proposal.

"He proposed?"

"Not exactly."

"What do you mean, not exactly?" She jerks, and the woman painting her nails spills some onto her fingers. Trish raises an eyebrow, making a face that tells her to fix it.

Ally watches the woman clean the mess. Then, "He just slid it onto my finger."

"That's it?" Even the woman lifts her head at that.

"That's it," she says, feigning an air of nonchalance. In truth, it's been bugging her all morning.

The woman doing her nails shakes her head sullenly. Every girl deserves a proper proposal. Which is exactly what she tells her, switching over to her native tongue to say something to her co-worker. They carry a conversation that the girls can't follow. For all Ally knows, they could be mocking her, like how dare she wear the ring before he gives her a proper proposal.

Or they could be talking about the weather.

She's never seen anybody get so riled up over the weather. It's been sunny and hot all week.

"That is a nice rock though."

"I know, right?"

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Trish storms up to Austin, who is sitting across from Dez, with a fan of playing cards in his hand.

"What is wrong with you?" She puts her hands on her hips.

"The t.v. is broken, so we're waiting for the repair man to come fix it," he replies, as his bare left hand pushes his cards closer together. No ring, no engagement.

"I meant about not proposing to Ally." Her voice is a harsh whisper.

Dez drops his cards, exposing his hand. "Dude, I thought you said you gave her the ring."

"Hey guys, what'cha talking about?"

Ally tucks her hair behind her ear. It's a good thing they were covered prior, not on the receiving end of the conversation. The more Trish tore down his proposal, the more he'd have to do to build it back up.

He couldn't come up with a decent proposal. There's no way he can compete with her standards.

There's no way her standards can compete with his.

So he says nothing.

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It should not be this hard to propose to her. The farther it gets from the time that he slipped that ring on her finger, the worse it gets.

"Ally, I-" he tells the mirror.

Her eyes catch his in the reflection. "You?"

"I can't find my toothbrush," he lies. There is no way she caught him practicing his proposal in the mirror.

"Did you check the cabinet?"

"Oh look, there it is." He takes it out and applies the toothpaste, because now he has to, or he'll look like a fool.

At least now she'll be able to kiss his minty smile, and not that pizza he had for lunch.

She can't wait, and takes hold of his face.

He's okay with this.

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They're at a family reunion that weekend, and he's freaking out because everyone is noticing the ring. Why did he not propose to her?

"I'd like to propose a toast," her mother says as they gather around the picnic table. "To Austin and Ally."

"To Austin and Ally!" they echo.

Downing her cup of cola in one go, her grandmother asks the question on everyone's mind.

"So, how did you propose to her, boy?"

"Um... I wrote a song." He rubs the back of his neck.

"Sing it for us," she goads. When he rejects her request, she gets the rest of the family in on it. They're all chanting for him to sing.

He sings his song to her again.

Her mouth opens in shock, a piece of macaroni tucked into her cheek.

"Would you settle for 'be mine?'" Austin ends in front of her, taking the bottom of her jaw and guiding it back up to where it belongs.

Macaroni has never tasted better.

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On the way home, she leans over and turns off the radio. The silence doesn't overtake the car.

Her words do.

"So when you sang me that song, that was your proposal?"

"Yeah."

"Why didn't you just say so?"

He reaches a red light and turns to her. "I wanted you to figure it out on your own, I guess."

A car honks at them. He switches to the gas, and they keep on driving.

The silence returns. Not as an enemy, but as a friend. One that stays with him as she runs everything through her mind. Her smile tells him they're all happy thoughts.

That's all he needs to know.

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They're greeted by Clancy and Spot when they arrive home. He pushes past them, taking her in his hand.

"Ally, can I borrow your ring for a minute?" He finds an empty spot on the floor.

"Uh, sure." It slips off her finger, into his palm.

Getting down on one knee, he holds the ring up to her. The dogs crouch next to him.

Some people have wingmen. Looks like he has wingdogs.

"Will you marry me?"

That ring has called her finger home for the past few days. It feels bare without it. Of course she's going to say yes.

That, and she's madly in love with him.

"I'd love to."

He guides it back onto her finger, and the dogs bark with glee. There's no tears, not even when Clancy jumps up and grabs her waist with her claws, evoking pain.

How could one feel pain at a time like this?

A simple, happy response. The fifth option. It's not gushing, or rejection, or thinking on it, or not even thinking he proposed.

Maybe there's more options than he thought. A world of possibilities. It's like that with everything, isn't it? Anything can happen, at any given moment.

As long as Ally is there, he knows he'll make it.

They'll make it. Together.

He knows it.