a/n:

So I don't actually watch Austin & Ally, I think the show's cute and I've seen a few episode but I do not have the time nor emotional stability to become obsessed with a disney channel show right now. But I still think they're adorable soooo yeah

"Austin, would you please quit it!" My step brother was hands down the most annoying person I had ever met.

My friend Trish was over and we were watching tv when he walked in and grabbed the remote from me.

I was jumping up trying to grab the remote back, but of course he was much taller than I was, and I had no hope of getting it back.

"Come on Ally, just a little higher." His smug grin was infuriating.

Austin was nineteen and a sophomore at University of Miami. Unfortunately, we lived so close to the school that he could stay at home, which meant that he had ample opportunity to annoy the hell out of me. I was only seventeen and a senior at Marino High. His mom had married my dad three years ago, and we had been stuck with each other ever since.

Austin was the most cocky, annoying, immature person I had ever met.

And the sexiest boy in Miami.

But because he was my stepbrother, and a serious asshole sometimes, he was totally off limits.

Whatever. I didn't care.

I hardly noticed how soft his blond hair was, or how his eyes crinkled when he laughed, or how he looked without a shirt on.

Trish was sitting on the sofa, laughing her ass off. She thought we were hilarious. And the traitor called herself my best friend.

Austin put the remote behind his back. "You can do it, Alls. I have every faith."

He was not going to win this one.

I reached my arms behind his back, and found myself getting sucked into his embrace.

He was just so warm, my body wanted to melt into him.

He grabbed me, and pulled me closer. "If you wanted a hug all you had to do was ask."

"I-I do not need a hug from you," I spluttered.

He was really laughing now, the laugh that made me want to smile and hold his hand and never let him go.

God. Why did he have to be so beautiful.

"I better get going Ally, I know you've got your date tonight." Trish said from the couch.

Oh yeah. I had a date with Dallas tonight. Suddenly, I wasn't quite as keen to go out.

Austin pulled away, and I instantly felt the loss of his warmth.

"You have a date?" He hated when I dated. Our parents relied on him to make sure I didn't get into any trouble.

"Yes, I have a date." I grinned at him. "Jealous?"

"Of a high schooler who probably has no idea how to make you happy." He pulled me back into him, whispering into my ear. "Definitely not."

All of a sudden I was way too hot.

Later that night, I was up in my room getting ready. I had a few dresses out, trying to decide which one to wear. One was red, and very pretty. One was black and a little too dreary for a date. The last one was a soft yellow, and way way too short. I should definitely go with the red one, pretty and proper.

Plus Austin would have an anurism if I wore the yellow one. He took his protector duty seriously.

I grinned, pulling on the yellow dress. Anything to make Austin sweat.

I walked down the stairs, and pulled out my shoes. I was just getting ready to leave when Austin walked into the foyer.

"Hell no."

"What?" I asked, trying to hide my grin.

"If you think you are wearing that out with some hormonal teenage boy then you had better fucking think again." He was mad.

"You," I poked Austin in the chest, "are not the boss of me. I will where whatever the hell I want."

He grabbed my waist, and pushed me up against the wall. "Not the boss, huh? Well you can't go on your date if you can't leave the house."

I wriggled in his arms, but I was close enough to smell his shampoo and it was making it hard to breathe.

"Get off of me, Austin." I pushed at him weakly.

"Not until you change," he growled.

I squirmed, and he pushed his knee between my legs, efficiently trapping me.

"Austin," I was whining. He knew I had no way out.

He put his forehead up against mine. Our chests pressed together. I could feel his breathing. It both calmed me down and excited me.

I looked into his warm brown eyes. "Austin. Please?"

I could see him melt, no matter how much he teased me he was also the person I trusted most in the world.

He sighed, and pulled back a little. Even though I had asked for it I immediately regretted the distance.

"All right, Ally. You win." He grabbed my chin and tilted my head up so I was looking directly into his eyes. "But if anything happens, call me okay? Anything at all."

Fuck. I couldn't help but think about him when he was sweet like that. So I hurried out, not looking forward to my date at all.

My date was boring. Dallas was sweet, and funny. But I couldn't keep my thoughts on him. All night, what I wanted was to be at home with Austin.

"So Ally, you want to see a movie?" Oh my god. No. I just wanted to go home. Couldn't he tell I was not interested.

"Umm. . ." Just then my phone rang, saving me from answering.

"Ally, are you okay? I just wanted to check in and make sure you're okay." Oh thank god, it was Austin.

I put on a fake concerned voice. "The cat's sick? Oh no, that's terrible. We should probably take her to the vet." We didn't even have a cat. I hated cats.

"Ally, what the hell are you talking about?"

"Just come pick me up, and we'll take her. Okay, Austin? See you in five minutes."

I looked up at Dallas. "I'm so sorry. That was my step brother. Our cat's sick, and I just really have to go. I'm so sorry."

I all but ran out of the restaurant.

Austin pulled up about five minutes later. "What was that about?"

"Nothing," I shrugged. "I was just kind of bored."

"Uhhh huhhh," he grinned. "So you faked a sick cat?"

"Well, yeah."

"You faked a sick cat so could you spend the night with me."

"That's not what I said." God he could be irritating.

"You faked a sick cat to get out of your date because you missed me."

"Austin," I growled. "Shut up."

He laughed, as he pulled into the driveway. "You're in love with me! I knew it!"

I opened my door. "Oooh, I am so gonna get you."

He got out of the car, and I grabbed him, dragging him into the house. "I am not in love with you!"

His eyes got mischievous and I knew I was in trouble. He grabbed my sides and pulled me down onto the couch so that he was on top of me and started tickling me.

"Austin!" I shrieked. "Stop it!"

"Nuh uh," he grinned down at me. "Not until you take it back."

"N-no." My pride got the better of me.

He lifted up my shirt, and started tickling my stomach, my most sensitive area.

I was almost in tears. "Austin. P-please."

He leaned down, his voice deep. "Say it then. Say you love me and I'll let you go."

"Austin," I panted his name.

He lifted my shirt, and tickled me higher. "Ahhh! Stop it!"

"You just gotta say it, Alls."

"I l-love you." I groaned.

"What was that?" He said, still tickling me.

"I love you!" I shouted.

"That's what I thought," his voice was so smug.

I looked down at my uncovered stomach. I was breathing hard, and not just from the tickling. And then I looked at him.

Oh. My. God. He was hard.

"Austin," I singsonged. "I think someone got a little too excited."

He looked down, and blushed.

I grinned, loving that I had something on him for once.

This was going to be fun.