This is my first Austin and Ally story and the shortest story I've ever published. It's really just a drabble, but I'd love if you'd review it. It's from Austin's perspective.
Everyone seems to think that there is something between Ally and I.
And there is. There is something irreplaceable, priceless, and quaint. Something people would kill for.
But it's not romance.
It's friendship.
Of course, it's not your normal friendship. Very few people become best friends with someone that they once couldn't stand, or someone with whom they have so little in common.
But we're not normal people anyway, so why should it matter?
Sometimes I think we're more like a family. Ally and Trish and Dez and I, united together against the world and snobbish managers everywhere.
Sure, Trish is obnoxious, and she and Dez have the oddest love hate relationship I've ever seen. Sometimes, I think it's just love.
But most of the time, it seems like hate.
It's weird, since I've known Dez forever, but I think, in this crazy, screwed up family, Ally is the one I'm closest to. Maybe it's the fact that we write songs together, or the fact that we both have pasts we don't really want to share. Maybe it's the fact that we were both raised by single parents.
Maybe that makes us different from the others.
I don't know a lot about Ally, actually. We haven't known each other that long, after all. I know she was raised in the music store by her dad. I know that her mom is dead and that she has a stuffed dolphin that reminds her of her mom. I know she has terrible, awful stage fright.
The funny thing is, I don't know why.
But I don't ask, because that's her business. She'll tell me, I know, when she's ready. And apparently, she isn't ready yet.
Sometimes, we'll be writing songs, late at night, and she will fall asleep mid sentence, her fingers on the keys. So I'll pick her up and carry her to the couch, cover her with a blanket and lock up the store. I'm not allowed in her bedroom, I won't wake her up to send her up there, and I'm not leaving her alone in the Miami mall. So I'll stay on the floor, keeping watch until her dad comes down in the morning.
Of course, I occasionally fall asleep.
Everyone is probably thinking that this means I have a crush on her. That I love her and want to marry her, ASAP.
But I don't. I love her, sure. I love her, because she is like my big sister. Because she is my family, and real family loves each other. Real families don't let each other down.
And even though I've never really known what it was like to be in a real, whole family, I think that this is the closest thing to it.
This makes me feel valued and loved and safe.
And I want her to feel that too.
Tenth reviewer gets to submit an idea for a drabble, and I will write it.