Disclaimer: so, I kind of hate to disappoint all of you that figured out my secret identity and discovered that I am, indeed, a writer on the ever popular Disney channel show, Austin & Ally. HA! If only...no, I'm a loser with no life and a computer.
Inspiration: I got hit with this epic plot idea for a multichapter after looking over all the Caini tags on tumblr and, being the idiot I am, I put Marina and The Diamonds on repeat and started writing. I have a total of twelve—including this one—chapters planned and each will be around three thousand words, hopefully. I can't promise updates because I'm lazy and I'm sure my sudden splurge on inspiration will soon come to a crash and burn. (I've got a chapter for going to be gone in the works and a brilliant one shot idea that's taunting me as we speak).
Summary: "I think I'd like to try falling in love with you." — AustinAlly. Once Trish and Dez start dating, the two realize they'll have to spend a lot more time together.
A/N: oh, hey there. What's up? Bet you weren't expecting to see me! I'm such a loser... Anyways, I have to warn you that this will be a chaotic fic and have hints towards adult themes as well as the occasional swear word. Everybody will be OOC because I want to take different spins on the characters (mainly because I want Ally to be more of a slut because a girl that beautiful would have half of Miami breaking down her door and the show doesn't justify that). Don't like, don't read. I apologize for the sloppy writing and please note this will the the most boring chapter.
Dedication: this lovely chapter is going out to livelyfingered because she is incredibly talented and modest and ridiculously nice. If you haven't already read some of her work make sure to and leave her a super sweet review while you're at it.
"So, what? Are you guys, like, official then?" The orange ball comes in contact with the loosely strung net, a swooshing sound ringing into the air just as the sphere falls back into the blonde's hands.
"I guess. I mean, last night I called her my girlfriend and she didn't slap me or anything, so I'm taking it as a good sign," Dez unsurely answered as an involuntarily grin skated across his lips. Austin shakes his head in ridicule, laughter uttering from his elated up turned lips.
"What did you say her name was again?" The shorter of the two asks, throwing the rubber soled ball against the net hooked upon the bedroom wall.
"Trish," the red head answers, his beam growing as his head shyly turns to face the ground, a light blush gracing the surface of his checks.
"Is this the same Trish that gave you a swirly last semester?" Slips past his lips in shock, an incredulous look filling within his eyes as they grow broader with curiosity.
Dez's head kicks back in laughter, the fondness of reminiscing laced in the undertones. "Yeah, it is."
Austin choruses out a 'dude' before their both laughing at their own stupidity. The television clicks on and within seconds the rows of zombies crowding the screens are met with the brutal bashing in of their brains, guts galore and graphics glorious. Dez calls to his mother on the first floor above them, demanding mushroom pizza and gallons of Red Bull.
"Trish hates the stuff," he leans over to tell him with the slight roll of his eyes, and Austin momentarily wishes that he could chime in with grunts and complaints about his own relationship: the only problem is, he's never been more aware that he's alone.
It's not like he's at a complete loss; he's still coming off of a four month high with resident head cheerleader, Kira Star. Sure, two months might have passed since they mutually broke it off—so maybe she broke up with him, but he had seen it coming and needs pride, okay?—and he's still in a bit of a slump in the dating department, but there's bound to be a break coming his way.
The thing is, it's kind of hard to forget how cute she looked when her eyes rimmed out and her lips pouted, wearing her signature puppy dog face as if it were her profession. Also, the way she could bend those long legs, god, it's enough to keep any guy hooked for months on end—
So it's kind of hard to sit here and talk to Dez about relationships because he's—honestly—over Kira and ready for the next romance, but no opportunity has exactly come knocking down his front door.
"And, dude, you'd never expect her to be that good of a kisser, but she is—"
He's starting to realize that he's taking notice of girls in different ways, like whether or not they smile with both their top and bottom teeth and if their eyebrows are actually symmetrical. He's not completely convinced this is a normal changing of habit, but he also figures it's a nice change of pace due to the fact it makes him a tad bit classier: he figures it's better to notice the chipping polish on their nails rather than the shortness of their skirts.
The fact of the matter is, he's developed enough to realize he's an extremely hormonal teenage boy that has a distinct type to fit his abnormally high requests: and that means being a part of the cheer leading squad—so he can be sure that you're flexible enough for his needs—and having a nice enough face to maybe doing some making out with. It's a brutally honest fact that he's come to conclusion with, but he can't remember a time when he's felt so incredibly single and is questioning whether or not his standards are shifting.
Dez had never seemed this happy, simpering eyes paired with a chaste and sheepish grin as he attempted containing his flush at the sheer mention of Trish. Granted, Dez had always gone for an indifferent type and the few relationships he had been in were more geared towards money being spent, but he'd always been confident under his own skin and it seems to be paying off.
He's only ever had a real connection with two of his past flames—Kira, of course, and the forever lovely Cassidy that had been a fleeting summer romance that ended once she jetted back to Hollywood. He sometimes found it in himself to miss the way she was just as passionate about music as he was, how they used to sing together and how he struggled to teach her guitar.
There are plenty of girls in his music class, some of them being double threats and having an almost decent voice that can sometimes leave goose bumps on the cusp of his skin. He notices himself beginning to stare at each and every one of them with deep concentration, trying to picture himself spending late nights laughing over the excuses of songs that are currently gracing the top of the charts and flirtatiously fighting over who had the most talent between the two of them. He likes the way he has these relationships made up, as if they'd actually be able to have a conversation that both of them are being engaged and attentive to: the only problem is, he's never exactly made an attempt to befriend any of these band junkies, so he can't expect them to be eager to date him if he worked up the nerve to ask. (There's also the fact that he'd have to go and learn all their names, and right now he's a bit more comfortable in his own clique of stereotypical football jocks and ditzy blondes.)
"What's it like, to, you know, be in love?" Austin asks tentatively in an imperceptibly awkward tone, eyes clearly averting each other in frivolously bashful ways. Dez traces over his friends form as his game counsel falls to his lap, his expression reading that he's taken aback by the seriousness underlining in Austin's articulation.
Then his lips fall apart into laughter as he forms an answer, "Honestly, you don't even realize you're in it, because it feels like you have been ever since you first met them. At least, that's how it's been with Trish and me."
Austin nods his head in understanding because he thinks that there is a high possibility that someday he might feel that exact way about someone. "But, like, don't you feel at all different?"
"You'd think so, but really all that's changed is I don't think about Zaliens as much as I think about her now. It's like, I just want to always be around her and even when I am I feel like I can get closer. I'm not sure; it feels like it could be a lot like how the movies make it out to be."
He wonders when this became normal, for himself and Dez to get into long and intimate conversations about their respective love lives: despite the fact he's pretty positive that he's never fully been in love, but he's sang songs about it and can imagine it decently well. He reminds himself to be thankful that he has a best friend like Dez, who can play a killer shooting guard on the basketball court and stuff his face with all the junk food handed his way, but at the same time is cool enough to talk about all those unsure feelings that most guys are a bit too embarrassed to admit to having: plus, he gives the absolute best advice and is hilariously awesome.
"Do you think you guys will last?" Austin asks in a quiet voice, treading into deep waters as the zombies on the television screen fade into the background of their conversation and attention.
Dez looks down to his hands and Austin gets a vibe that his best friend is afraid of the answer. "Well, I really want us to."
A beat of silence falls into the open air and neither of them can manage to look at each other's faces for fear of recognizing unwanted emotions.
"I think you'll really like her, Austin. She can totally be one of the guys and is crazy funny and super sassy. She's smart and—you'll like this—has the best taste in music. I mean, Pierce the Veil and Queen? Her playlists are the best."
Austin nods once more and a simple smile begins to grace his lips as he begins to picture himself talking over different classic rock bands with his newly acquainted friend. He's momentarily glad that his best bud can pick his girls better than he can himself.
"And you know? I'm pretty sure her best friend is single. We could so set you guys up," Dez adds with a smirk and whether or not he meant that as ridicule, Austin thinks that he might just have to look into that.
"Shut up and go get me my pizza," is all he responds with and for some reason they both crack up at this remark.
Once he rolls his car into his own driveway, his mind begins to prance along about this best friend of Trish's—he likes to picture her as an ultra bendable babe in too tight of skirts, but also with as good of a music selection as himself with a voice as stunning as her smile.
Right before he drifts off to sleep he scoffs to himself and mocks his impossible fantasy of this so called best friend somehow being the exact girl of his dreams: he'll be lucky if she doesn't pick her nose, he has to remind himself as he weighs the odds against one another.
"You have got to be kidding me, Trish," Ally starts as her hand meets her forehead in a melodramatic face palm, "why didn't you tell me you guys were getting so serious!"
Trish moves the file expertly over her trimmed nails, not looking up from her pampering project as an entertained smirk begins to dance onto her face. "Cause I didn't realize we were until he called me his girlfriend last night. I mean, we've been dating for, like, two months now, but I figured that he just needed to make some cheerleader jealous or something."
Ally promptly rolls her eyes as her fingers train upon on overly bright coral polish. "Dez doesn't seem like the cheerleader type, Trish."
The raven haired girl emits a content sigh and pauses her actions abruptly. "He's a total sweetheart, isn't he?"
Giggles roll off her tongue as she sees her best friend lose herself in thought of her brand new boyfriend, an official title learned last night. "I just can't believe it took him so long to make you guys an actual item."
"Can you really blame the guy, though? He probably thought I'd curse him out or reveal to the whole school that he still sleeps with a teddy bear," Trish retorts in his defense as Ally begins to laugh harder, "Besides, it's not like I haven't been faithfully playing hard to get."
Ally shrugs in slight understanding, her eyes flashing from the television set playing Glee reruns and her perfectly painted nails. "Still, I think the kid could've hiked up his skirt a bit sooner."
Trish releases a small shrug and devotes the rest of her remaining attention to her clear coated toenails and constant text messages from the one and only Dez. "I think I like how he waited. It's like he wanted to make sure I wasn't just joking around, and this way I know he isn't joking around either."
Ally gives one more inclination of her head before silencing herself, her tongue being ruthlessly held back by her thoughts swallowing her whole. She figures that she'll allow the topic to rest for a minute or two: after all, she knows how Trish likes to respect her privacy.
Also, she remembers how tentative and patient Trish had been about Elliot: she figures that it couldn't hurt to return the favor. Her eight month flame with the dark haired boy had ended a short month ago, the Valentine's Day roses just deciding to die a mere week prior.
It seems as if she had a hard habit of falling too quickly for too long of a time, what with her year and a half long relationship with Ethan that spanned over her freshman and sophomore years. She's not extremely used to being single and is trying to take it as a blessing in disguise, the fact that she knew Elliot and herself had been fizzling out for a solid two months now a helpful reminder.
Still, her clever mind can't help but fixate over how she hasn't received a single flirty glance from anyone in her music theory class—and she knows for a fact that one or two of the guys couldn't keep their eyes off her scandalously exposed legs in her shape fitting short dresses. She's beginning to question whether or not she's losing her charm, but that's almost absurd considering the winks and honks sent her way when she drives through town in her sparkling Lamborghini Gallardo.
"Plus, you wouldn't think that he'd be good with all the romantic stuff, but he's such a great kisser and has got to be the cutest thing ever—"
She almost forgets that Trish is sitting directly next to her, gushing and raving over her latest love with no signs of stopping. Usually, she's an excellent listener and adds in her own compliments or sassy remarks, but today's she's feeling as if she has a right to be a bit self indulgent—and then she wonders if Trish had ever felt like this during one of her own lengthy rants.
It's almost weird to hear about how far the new couple has gotten—granted, it's barely hit second base but still—considering she's always known her Trish to be a bit of a prude and conservative of her body. She wishes she could relate, but seeing as it seems as if all her life she's been in some sort of a serious relationship it's been hard for herself to keep the same morals as Trish—though it hasn't gotten around her school exactly what she's willingly done without hesitation and has to count her blessings for that.
She does hold some regrets within the labyrinth of her heart—because the back of a car isn't romantic and is actually quite quaint and uncomfortable—and sometimes wishes she had taken a more ladylike approach to some of her encounters, but the fact of the matter is she's a seventeen year old woman that's capable of her own decisions.
Even if that means that she's been at a loss of innocence for roughly a year now, but she knows not to dwell on things for long because she knows, truly, that deep down at one point she felt that she was doing the right thing. She's learned to trust her own judgment and it hasn't leaded her too astray so far. Not to mention how her life leaves her bursting at the seams with inspiration for her songwriting.
"Do you think that you're in love?" Ally manages out with caution, knowing of Trish's burnt past and how she has a few issues and sensitivities with the topic of trust.
Trish releases a long blow of air and looks deeply into Ally's eyes, honesty reflecting in her dark eyes. "Honey, I know I am."
Ally lets a squeal of excitement pass her lips and her smile begins to consume her entire face, along with her obvious elation for her best friend. "This is adorable!"
The only thing that Trish can think for the moment is how, in actuality, the only thing adorable in this instance is how excited Ally gets when she finds out that her love for love is being fulfilled.
"Do you think he'd want to come by Sonic Boom sometime?" She asks after a five minute block of comfortable silence has sat between them.
"Why," Trish responds, questioningly glancing her up and down with a curious eye, wondering exactly what her best friend could be up to.
Ally is overcome with another wide smile, only this one holding more hints of sheepishness and virtuous. "I want to make sure he's good enough for my best friend, of course."
Trish bites down on her lip to contain her smile, but then they both begin to hold their stomachs as they laugh at the thought of Ally being menacing and vicious to anyone: still, it's flattering that she cares about her friends to such a degree.
"Trust me Ally, he is. I think that you'll like him. I mean, he's pretty quirky and awkward, but he's also such a softie and he's the funniest thing I've ever met. And, when you first meet him you'd think that he's stupid, but he gets better grades then me and gives even better advice than you do."
She takes a moment to be faux offended, but they begin to laugh again and Ally takes a second to appreciate how easy going and critically honest Trish truly is.
"And, I know his friend Austin is single, if you're already sick of being without a man," Trish quips with sarcasm drizzled within her words, but she can tell by her flickering eyes that it's an actual opportunity that could be pursued.
Ally shakes her head as she begins to giggle once more, "Oh please, you just want someone to double date with that you don't hate."
"Guilty," she admits with a giggle of her own and a slight shrug before giving Ally a light shove and throwing on an old romantic comedy and breaking out the sleeping bags.
Ally's mind falls asleep to thinking over this Austin, and what in the world he could be like. She makes him out to be slightly stereotypical, probably on the football and basketball teams, a popular jock with a shocking smile and bright eyes to match. She can guarantee that he's moderately attractive in order for Trish to remember his name, and can assume that he must have somewhat decent virtues if he is best friends with someone as sweet as Trish has made Dez out to be.
Although, her life is just a tad bit cruel, so she's left to think at he's most likely a widely known jerk that has a habit of getting into fist fights and drug deals.
A/N: I'd be honestly surprised and flattered if you read the gigantic note at the top, and thank you if you did. This is my first multichapter with a constant plot line and I'm quite excited :p don't be afraid to leave a review :)
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