Hello my fellow shippers! Sup, yo? So I'm not exactly new to writing, but I am to writing for Austin & Ally. Really, I'm trying to pass the time until my death comes on February 17th (OMGHOLYSHITSOEXCITED). So, I'm writing to try to get all these damn feels out of my head! I mean that promo…seriously…I'm just like….OMFGKJFJSJFSIHG. I'M IN A GLASS CASE OF EMOTION…I just can't…my god…I'm done…soooo done. And spent. Ohhh yeah. So read, hopefully enjoy, and REVIEW!
-Millie
DIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGGGGG! The bell tolled, signaling the end of the day and thankfully, the beginning of the weekend. The halls were flooded as dozens of teenagers ran out to their lockers in anticipation of their freedom. Ally sighed as she trailed behind, not wanting to get caught up in the chaos, her best friend, Trish besides her. They made their way to their lockers.
"So, Ally, we still on for tonight?" Trish asked as she turned the knob on the lock. Ally didn't bother to look up as she said, "Yeah, but we have to make sure the boys behave tonight. The last time we had a sleep over at my house, I was cleaning up food from from ceiling for weeks."
Trish smirked as she remembered that night. The boys had been a bit…overzealous with eating dinner and turned it into a competition, which then erupted into a food fight. Sure, it was a blast, but the mess left afterwards had Dez and Austin begging for Ally's forgiveness for weeks. It was quite a sight.
"Speak of the devil…" Ally said as her other best friends sauntered over to them. Both had excited yet slightly suspicious grins on their faces. "Heeeeey Alls!" Austin said, looking very much like an energetic puppy. Ally twitched at him and deadpanned. "Shut it, Austin. Let's cut to the chase. You and Dez are to behave tonight. No throwing food, not competitions, no pillow fights, and absolutely no letting Owen out of his cage again. I am not running around the house again, trying to catch him while you idiots videotape it. Not happening."
Austin's face fell a bit for a second then perked back up. "Don't worry, Ally," he said, "Dez and I promise, we're going to have a fun, normal sleep over. Just four friends hanging out." He smiled angelically. "Yeah Ally! It'll be fun! We can watch movies, like the Notebook!" Dez chimed in, squealing at the thought of watching his favorite movie.
Three pairs of eyes stared at him strangely. "Alright," Ally sighed, "See you guys at six."
"DON'T. TOUCH. MY. BOOK." Ally yelled for what seemed like the umpteenth time. The boys stopped in their tracks, eyes wide as they realize they'd been caught. Ally stalked over and picked up her precious song book, then turned and whacked both boys with it. As they winced, they heard laughter from Trish.
"Sorry, Alls!" Austin cried, "I just really really wanted to see the new song you were working on!" Ally rolled her eyes and sighed, almost forgiving them, until Dez added his two cents, "Yeah! And things were getting a bit boring since you and Trish started painting your nails! We were gonna find some really juicy stuff in there, weren't we?!" Ally twitched while Austin face palmed. She resumed her abuse on the curious teenagers, who were ducking and covering.
Trish continued to laugh for a few minutes until she had enough. "Ally, calm down. At least they didn't get to your book. Now, if you guys wanna be not bored anymore, I have a proposition." They all looked at Trish questioningly and urged her to continue.
"Let's play Truth or Dare!" She yelled, excitedly. Ally looked at her and sighed resignedly, knowing she'll be forced into it either way. "Alright, at least it's not too awfully destructive." Trish squealed and instructed everyone to sit in a circle.
"Okay, I'll go first. Dez, truth or dare." "OH OH OH! Uhmm…dare!" He jumped up and down, waiting for what Trish had in store for him. She grinned evilly, making Austin and Ally give each other a knowing look. Dez definitely had a death wish. " I dare you to…eat an entire bowl of Ally's cat's food."
The redheaded boy leapt up and ran out of the room, only to come back a few seconds later, munching on the cat food. "Hey, this is actually not that bad. Thanks, Trish. That was an awesome dare." The three sitting down stared at their friend with wide eyes as he continued to shovel cat food into his mouth.
"My turn! My turn!" shouted the boy as he finished off the gross meal. "Hrmm…Ally, truth or dare?!" Ally thought for a moment, debating which would be the lesser of two evils. She chose truth. "Okay, who was your first kiss?"
Trish clapped her hands together, excited for the topic to come up. "Dez, that's actually a great idea! Let's all talk about our first kiss!" Dez smiled goofily and blinked. Austin looked a little worried for some reason. I wonder what his problem is…Ally thought, then sighed as she realized she hadn't answered the question yet.
"Okay so my first kiss was…last year, actually. It was only a few months before I met you guys," Ally gestured to the boys. "He was my first boyfriend, too. It was Eric Fisher, from the baseball team. We've known each other since little league and I guess things just progressed from there. He was okay, you know, as far as a first kiss goes."
"Oooh, I remember him. He was cute, in a jock-y book nerd type way. On to me now! I believe Randy Kishner had the pleasure of being my first kiss in eighth grade. It was seven minutes in heaven and boy, was it heaven…" Trish sighed dreamily.
"Haha, oh I definitely remember that one. When you guys got out of the closet, he looked completely disheveled and terrified." Ally giggled, earning a glare from the Latina. "Whatever, Ally. Okay! Dez, your turn. Spill."
Dez's eyes light up as his reminisced in his past. "Mine was behind the bleachers last year. With Alyssa Moore. Ahhh, she was such a great girl…" He trailed off as his eyes glazed over and it was obvious they had lost him. Trish shot him a glare. "While meathead here is stuck in la la land, Austin, it's your turn."
All eyes went on Austin and Ally suddenly remembered how weird he was acting. He was not looking any of them in the eye and was rubbing the back of his neck. Ally knew him well enough to know whenever he did that, he was nervous. "Uhh…uh…first kiss…right…" Austin stuttered as he took a deep breath in. He stayed that way for a second until he let it out. "Here's the thing…I sort of haven't had mine yet…" He said quietly, barely being heard by his friends.
Ally blinked in surprise. Dez snapped out of his reverie to cock his head at Austin. Trish was turning red as she held her mouth and made squeaking noises. This caused the brunette songwriter to turn to her best friend and narrow her eyes. "Trish…don't you dare…" Ally started but was cut off by Trish's loud roar of laughter.
"WHAT…YOU HAVEN'T….WHAT…BUT YOU DATED…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!" Austin's cheeks turned red with embarrassment at Trish's outburst. Ally quickly launched herself at Trish, squelching her laughter with a hand to her mouth.
"Trish, calm down and shut up. You're making this worse than it is." Trish nodded and gave Ally puppy dog eyes. "Promise you won't laugh again," Ally said, with the Latina nodding once more. The petite songwriter sighed and released the grip on her friend, then turned to Austin.
Smiling, she said, "Austin, don't worry about it. It'll happen when the time is right." Austin smiled slightly at her, slowly coming back to normal color until she added in, "Though, I am curious. You've dated before. What about Brooke? And Kira? Didn't you kiss them?"
Austin ran a hand through his hair and chuckled nervously. "I mean I did, sorta. A kiss on the cheek, on the forehead. But not, y'know, on the lips or anything," He said. Then he realized something. "Guys, you cannot tell anyone this. And I mean it. Absolutely no one. If this gets out…well…all hell will break loose…"
"Don't worry, Austin, we won't say anything. We're your best friends. We're here for you, and we'll keep your secret," his favorite songwriter said, making him feel somewhat at ease. Though, there was still a lingering suspicion of something going wrong….
The next morning, the four friends awoke to the sound of their phones buzzing with Tweeter updates. It kept going until they all groaned and got up to see why their Tweeters were exploding. As soon as they did, a rather unmanly scream was heard from one Austin Moon.
"HOW THE HELL DID SOMEONE FIND OUT?! TRISH!" He yelled, turning an accusing finger to the Latina. "Whoa, slow your roll there, bud. I didn't say anything! I wasn't even on Tweeter last night!" She said with her eyebrow raised.
"Trish is right, Austin, calm down. We need to figure this out; who could have told?" At Ally's question, Austin's phone rang. It was a blocked number.
"Hello, who is this?" He answered. All he got in response was a crazy laugh and an 'I'm baaaaack!' before the caller hung up. But he knew who it was. None of Team Austin could ever forget that crazed voice.
"Austin, who was it?" Dez, Ally, and Trish looked at him, waiting for an answer.
"…Tilly Thompson…."
Annnnd, there's chapter one! REVIEW! Peace out :3