Firsts
Out of My Mind
~Basically a bunch of different Auslly scenarios, most likely fluffy or in which feelings are realized by either Austin or Ally. Caution: Rated T for a reason, although admittedly it's not too bad.
A/N: This will just be a bunch of varied, most likely unrelated (unless specified), one-shots about our favorite couple, Auslly! Be warned, Dallas finds his way in here too (in later shots, thankfully)… unfortunately. Yes, I hate Dallas. Sue me. He's a threat to Auslly even though he's only been in three episodes.
Okay so, you're going to be super mad at me at the end of this one-shot. I'm mad at myself. But Austin was turning out to be huge jerk as I was writing it, he's kind of like an Evil Benny- but an Evil Austin (MBAV fans would understand the previous statement, not relevant though), so I had to. Please forgive me. But there's a bit of foreshadowing in the second paragraph… just a little heads-up. If you can find it WITHOUT looking ahead, I deem you to be very clever.
NOTE: This is a one-shot about Ally realizing her feelings toward Austin.
I think this shot's A&A song would have to be Heartbeat Beat.
READ ON and REVIEW, please? Pretty please with nuts and fudge on top!
I do not own Austin and Ally, unfortunately.
Most girls who find themselves in such a position I was in at the moment would return the received gesture with more than enough eagerness to pass around. They would relish the feeling of a certain internet sensation's velvety lips on theirs; heck, they'd go nuts. Which is why when my best guy friend, Austin Moon, did this, I did not in fact enjoy the feel of his tongue gliding across my lips at first. I didn't shiver at the feeling of his silky-smooth hands gliding up and down my arms. I just froze in shock. His impatience at my lack of response was evident as he cupped my face in his hand and bit my lower lip. I gasped, flickering back to the situation I was in and not the confusion-riddled subconscious I had been forced into. I suddenly couldn't comprehend why Austin Moon, by all means a nice guy, but still my best guy friend was kissing me- his dorky, shy songwriter! My gasp seemed to please him, as I felt the curve of his lips on mine.
"Austin?" I asked, but it was barely audible. It might've been classified as a semi-distinguishable mumble.
"Enjoying yourself Miss Dawson?" he asked cockily, the feeling of the curve of his lips still on mine. My sharp, ragged breaths were a total giveaway to my answer, but as my teenage body was enjoying- loving- what he was doing, my mind was screaming at me to pull away and slap the smirk right off Austin's face. I just couldn't find the willpower to do so. And it was the most powerless I had ever felt in my entire life; even compared to being on stage. At least I could run off of the stage or hide, but I couldn't do anything but ask a question that was evidently necessary at the point in time.
"Are…you…out…of…your…mind!?" I breathed, unable to bring it anything above the level it was. Austin bit my bottom lip again and I unwillingly gasped, digging my nails into the back of his neck. I snapped my mouth shut after I did so and bit down on my lip so hard I was surprised I wasn't drawing blood.
"The better question is: are you? You're the one dreaming about me, Miss Dawson." He inquired with a laugh in his tone. Just the way he called me 'Miss Dawson', and why, should have been a COMPLETE giveaway. Of course I was dreaming. Austin would never call me 'Miss Dawson' unless it was in a teasing matter- or we were pretending to be British- and Austin was not a total jerk like this 'Dream Austin' one was. Gods, I'm so thick. I thought, scolding myself. The anger that bloomed in me was undeniable as I felt the fury rush throughout my unconsciousness-body.
I mustered up all the willpower to bring my tone up to a normal speaking level and found enough confidence to inject venom into my tone, making it a very pleasing result.
"Good. So I can do this now." I snarled, raising my hand and slapping him as hard as I could manage right across his face. It made a sickeningly satisfying crack as it made contact with his cheek. He held it with an evident look of shock. I felt a sick twinge of satisfaction as I noticed it was already a livid red.
"Miss Dawson is feeling a little rebellious now, is she?" he growled, annoyance clear in his voice. Even though Dream Austin was a gigantic jerk and I think he got what he deserved, I felt sorry nevertheless. The twinkle that he got in his eyes when he- the real Austin, who was sweet and kind and not this- had an idea was in his eyes now. The twinkle that I now know I was a sap for, made me do what I did next. I grabbed him by the collar of his plaid shirt and crashed his lips down onto mine. Even though it was only a dream, it felt all too real; like it was actually Austin's lips on mine and his teeth nibbling my lower lip.
Wait, why was I dreaming about Austin kissing me in the first place anyways?
"Ally." The name was so quiet at first it sounded as though Dream Austin had said it but, as it was, his lips were a bit too busy to be saying anything of the sort. "Ally?" There it was again! Who was calling me? "Ally!" I felt myself slipping out of unconsciousness. I experienced a sudden- actually rather startling- spike of fear and gripped onto Dream Austin's collar that much tighter. It was no use, as I tumbled out of unconsciousness and into reality. I opened my eyes to see the worry-filled chocolate orbs of- the one and only- Austin. I gasped, my cheeks now feeling like the world's hottest furnace and every inch of my exposed skin covered in a cold sweat. The way he was looking at me, worried and concerned, reminded me of how those saps in chick flicks look at their supposed 'other half'. It was unnerving and I found myself unexpectedly shivering in delight at the realization of the feel of Austin's gentle grip on my upper arms. Dream Austin was right; I am out of my mind. Crushing- no, falling is more fitting- for my best guy friend is certainly out of the question. But I don't think it's a choice and if it were I'm not exactly sure which I'd choose, honestly.
"Are you alright Ally? You seemed to be having either extremely scary or extremely strange dreams. You were thrashing about and…" he trailed off, his cheeks undergoing an unusual process for the confident, arrogant Austin Moon. They flushed deep crimson. "Call-calling…someone's… name." he admitted, but I knew exactly what he wanted to say; "Calling my name." I decided to play dumb; it was best for everyone.
"Oh, was I? I was having…" I stopped, debating the correct word. I decided strange was adequate enough. "-strange dreams." I finished, still embarrassed to the extremity. Austin still seemed unnerved and uncomfortable, but he released my arms, flushing deeper so. The cold sweat had thankfully evaporated quickly, but I still felt hot and uncomfortable.
"What about?" he asked curiously. I cursed him and his natural curiosity eternally, sitting up on the couch that was placed in the practice room. I checked my watch discreetly; 4:06. No doubt Austin had come for our weekly song-writing plans and instead found me in the state he had described.
"Stuff." I replied vaguely, deliberately swerving from answering truthfully and standing. I regretted it instantly, for the look of hurt that flashed across Austin's face was painful. I was still in denial of my feelings towards him, even though that dream was proof enough that my subconscious was trying to tell me something.
"Must've been a strange dream." He muttered harshly, obvious rubbed the wrong way by my aversion about telling him.
You have no idea. I thought as he turned away from me and sat down by the piano.
A/N: An admittedly suckish ending to one of my better quality fics. But whatever, I'm somewhat pleased with this. I would appreciate no flames about this being a T rated fic instead of an M or whatever, because I seriously don't think this was intense enough to be an M at all. I've seen way worse T-rated fics.
Let me know what you thought, and any ideas/requests for future chapters. I would be thrilled to hear your ideas. Because writers are nothing without readers and us fanfiction writers are nothing without reviewers. So please, feel welcome to send some in. I'm totally open to constructive criticism.
Also, I could offer a one-shot that shows Austin's feeling's as he watches her from reality as she has this rather intense dream. But only if I get enough requests for it. So if you want it, ask.