I have no self control. That's about it. I was going to wait to post this story until I posted the last chapter of my other one, but it's been eating at me all night long. I just finished writing the third chapter for this story and I'm just really excited to get it out there. I've wanted to write a surfer!Austin story since I posted the one shot 'Oops' a couple years back and a lot of you told me you wanted to see this one, so here we are. This is very far the lightest story I've written but probably also the 'dirtiest' in a sense too. You might not like what the characters do to each other in the first few chapters, but I promise you, this is a romance between our favorite blond and brunette. Anyway, I'm going to shut up and let my writing speak for itself. Thank you to anyone to decides to read this. I love you.

Let me know what you think. Enjoy!

A hum from the radio greeted the young brunette as she stepped down the stairs, heading from the small apartment overhead to the soon to be open surf store. Ally smiled at the old musical device on the counter that no one had the heart to get rid of. It was old, having seen better days but it still played every radio station clearly, and for that it had a spot on the counter to greet not only the customers but remind Ally that her music was still close to her heart.

She crossed the short distance from the stairs to the door, checking outside to see what the day's weather would hold. Even though they were in Florida, and the weather could change in a second's time, the skies were a clear and beautiful blue. A perfect day for surfing and hopefully plenty of customers. She crossed the floor again, putting up the 'employee's only' sign in front of the stairs that led to her home and then walked to the register, counting it and setting up for the day. Her father was still away on a conference about the upcoming surfing competition that Miami Beach was hosting; it would have all the up and coming surfers, and all those who had won awards and were well known to the surfing industry as well.

That list of people included her boyfriend Dallas Berkley, one of the top surfers in the United States. He'd won more competitions in the last few years than any other young athlete in the area, and he had enough sponsorships to sink a small ship. They were lucky that he chose to wear their gear, surf on their boards. Lucky for the money they earned each time he won a competition, each cut they got of his winnings. Sometimes it was hardly anything, especially if it was a small local competition, but then there were the bigger ones, and the one that was coming up was huge. It would mean a big payday for their small little store.

Ally was set to meet with Dallas that morning actually. She was waiting for her best friend to show up to work so that she could open the doors and take off, leaving the store in the while crazy, capable hands of the small brunette Latina. The only problem with her was the girl had no track of time. And she was already five minutes late. Opening late meant missing possible sales, and on a beach like theirs, it was always a competition and a fight to get enough to stay open. Dallas brought in a lot of customers, but it didn't mean they were safe. Not many were.

A bang on the door sent her jumping and she glanced up to see Trish on the other side, waving cheerily while holding two cups of coffee in a tray. Okay, maybe she could be a little late it if meant she brought her some energy in a cup. Ally scurried over to the door and opened it, still being sure to give her friend a look of disapproval.

"You're late," she said to her, taking the cup with her name on it from the tray. "But thank you."

"You're welcome," she replied, setting down the other hot drink on the counter, taking an apron out of her bag and slipping in on. "So what's the plan for today, Ally? You're off, right? Going to see Dallas? Any news about the competition? Is he ready? The bonus you guys will get for this will be great if he wins."

Her questions were rapid fire, and Ally was glad for the instant caffeine spike the coffee gave her so that she could properly answer her friend. "Yes, I'm meeting up with Dallas. I hope he's ready. The competition is only two weeks away now."

"Exciting," Trish giggled. "We should have a lot of hopefuls coming in these two weeks to try and earn a spot. Lots of scouts are already around the beach. We have those like Dallas, but it's an open call, too. They're giving away five spots to amateurs to give them the dream they've always wanted. Pretty badass, right?" She leaned on the counter, propping her chin up by her hands. "And imagine all the hot guys. Shirtless, wet… hot guys."

"I know the details," Ally too laughed. "Dallas isn't fond of it. He doesn't like not knowing who he is going to be up against. I assure him constantly that he's one of the best."

Trish rolled her eyes. "He can have such an ego sometimes."

"He's… deserving of it," she answered defensively.

Trish raised an eyebrow as a group of young teenagers ran past the shop, all toting small boards as they raced toward the waters. The surf had been inadequate this week, and it didn't give much leeway for anyone to practice. Hopefully the waves would be larger as the competition neared.

"If you say so."

Ally glanced at her phone. "I do. I want to get there early, before he heads out for a run or something. I'll see you later. Make sure you lock the door when you take your break, okay?"

"I know! See you later, Ally."

She grabbed her bag and then waved as she darted out of the door and into the blazing sun, the warmth hitting her skin and reminding her of how lovely her hometown was. She slipped sunglasses over her eyes, waving at the neighboring store, an ice cream shop that was beginning their morning routine as well. Inside, she could see Trish's on and off again boyfriend, Jace stirring something in a pot. He waved to him too, as she neared her most prized possession.

Her father was pretty cheap. He often made her work for nothing, which she supposed could be fair considering she only had to do it a couple days a week. Despite that, she'd saved up plenty over the last few years and had recently bought herself a brand new Hyundai Accent complete with a soft, powder blue color to compliment the interior. Ally loved it more than anything in the world, and if she were able, she would have it in her room so that she could watch over it all hours of the day.

She opened the door after unlocking it, setting the coffee that was in her hand in the cup holder. She then slid into the warm vehicle and started it, bringing herself onto the road that would lead to the flashier side of town.

She didn't mind living above the store. It was small, but cozy and comfy, and it was all the two people who lived inside needed. But it didn't mean when she pulled up to Dallas's house about fifteen minutes later that she didn't marvel over how stunning his multi-million dollar house was. She parked her car in the visiting driveway, looking in her bag for the key Dallas had given her a few months back. While Dallas made plenty of his own money, he'd also come from it. His parents were successful in pretty much everything they did, and his father owned one of the biggest businesses in the area. Berkley's Security. Ally couldn't help but think Dallas thought their apartment was like sleeping in low rate hotel room in comparison sometimes.

The house was more quiet than normal as she padded across the freshly cut grass. Usually there were workers outside, either gardening or doing routine maintenance on the property, including the shimmering in-ground pool that she could just see the start of from the high layered steps she'd just dragged herself up. She needed more coffee. She turned the key in the door, letting herself into the even more extravagant inside.

Ally dropped her keys on the key holder to her right, staring at the hallway before her. Sometimes she seriously wondered why Dallas even bothered with her. They were from different worlds. Clearly, as she passed the countless rooms in his home, all decorated superbly and immaculately cleaned (almost as if no one lived in them), they were far from the same. In her house, she was pretty sure if you touched any surface with a Swiffer, you'd probably have dust on it. Not here. Besides, all of her vases were from the dollar store. The one she just passed to the right of her probably cost more than all the items in said store combined.

Somehow, they worked. He didn't care about her life; how her father counted every nickel and dime, hell every penny they earned and made it into something. Everyone knew that Lester Dawson was cheap. 'I'm not cheap, I'm frugal!' came the voice of her father inside of her head. He wouldn't give away a single thing, unless of course it was to Dallas. Because Mr. Moon might as well have already called Dallas his son-in-law. There was even a picture of Dallas framed in their apartment. What's so weird about that? Ally isn't in the picture.

She frowned, coming back to reality, when she heard no one in the house. She was sure that Dallas told her to arrive a little after the store opened, assuring her, as she double checked, that he would be home and they could 'hang out' before he had to practice and train. By hang out, exchange the word hang for make, and you have what they would be doing.

Because despite all their differences, Ally did care deeply for Dallas. He treated her well; constantly complimenting her, loving her. Assuring her that one day, things would be better for the both of them. He had a soft spot in places she enjoyed. He volunteered down at the children's hospital once a month, spending time with patients who only dreamed of what he did in the water. She saw countless pictures both from her boyfriend and the news of his days there. He also loved animals and owned four dogs himself. Two German Sheppards, one Rotweiler mix, and a tiny little mutt that no one could figure out. They were all rescues, and some of the money he made went to the very rescue he got the dogs from.

As if on cue, one of the German Sheppards, Molly came running toward her, nearly knocking her down onto the floor.

She chuckled as the dog licked her, whining proudly as she rubbed her ears, "Molly, where is your Daddy? He is supposed to meet me here."

The dog stared back at her, and Ally chuckled a second time to herself. "Right. Like you're going to answer me."

Ally followed the dog into the kitchen, grabbing a treat jar from the cabinet. She gave the large animal one, and then decided that maybe Dallas was up in his room and had the door shut. In case she was correct, she sent him a warning text ('hey, can't find you, hope you don't have headphones on and can't hear me') and then headed up the long, polished stairs.

The walls were littered with Dallas's competition pictures, from when he was only a kid, in swim suits dreaming of beginning in the ocean. There was even one of them, by the beach in their bathing suits, smiling ear to ear. She rolled her eyes at the picture, hating the contrast in skin tones. Hers, sans years previous, had become much tanner, but it was still far from the sun-kissed tone of her boyfriend's skin.

Just as she was almost at the top, someone plowed into her, nearly knocking her off the step, giving her just seconds to clutch the handle blindly and pray she wasn't about to meet her doom. When the world stopped spinning, she opened her eyes and saw a young blond girl in a pair of jean shorts and a tank top, with disheveled hair blinking back at her. Immediately, the girl blubbered an apology, clearly extremely upset with what almost happened.

"Oh, God, I am so sorry! I didn't see you."

Ally smiled warmly, "Don't worry about it. Are you new here?"

"What?" she asked hastily.

"You must work for the Berkley's, right? I'm Dallas's girlfriend. I was just looking for him. Have you seen him?"

"Work for… yes, I do." She chuckled breathlessly. "I do. I'm sorry. I was actually running late for an appointment, excuse my brainlessness… I am one of the new… er, maids, I guess you can say. I haven't seen him. I'm sorry." She quickly glanced toward the top of the stairs. "Sorry, I gotta go. I'm really late."

"It's fine, don't worry about it. Nice to meet you—"

"Ashby," she commented promptly. "Ashby."

"I'm Ally, I'm sure we'll meet again soon—I'm always here. Nice meeting you."

"Bye!"

Ally resisted a smile as the girl rushed from the house, door slamming behind her. That kind of behavior often mirrored her own. Because of her best friend Trish, and her other best friend, Dez, she was often running late, speeding through whatever she had to in order to get somewhere in time. Forget the rule that early was on time and on time was late… that did not exist in her vocabulary anymore.

Reclaiming the step she was nearly knocked from, Ally finished the length of them and wandered toward her boyfriend's room, seeing many of the other doors closed. Down the hall and to the right were the worker's rooms, all much smaller and less extravagant than Dallas's family's rooms.

Not to her surprise, his door was closed when she reached it, and through the wood, she could hear the shower on in his adjacent bathroom. And we have a winner, she thought amusingly, letting herself into the room. Dallas had clothes all over the floor, DVDs littered on a coffee table near the TV. On them were other surfers' names, all dated with competitions and beside that, a notebook open with their stats. He was researching, trying to out do them before they even got into the water. Her boyfriend was meticulous about that kind of thing. People assumed because he was a surfer, he was not smart. But he was. He excelled in the private school in which he attended, graduating with honors and was attending one of the state's top colleges on full scholarship. It made ample sense to both him, and her to at least try to scope out who he was up against.

"Ally?"

The door opened and steam explored the room, behind it revealing her shirtless, towel-covered boyfriend who seemed surprised to see her. "You're early."

His dark hair became jet black when it was wet and it sat disheveled on his head.

"Not really. Trish was late; I just made good time with traffic this morning. I sent you a text. Did you get it?"

"Text? Oh, no. I was in the shower. Sorry."

"That's alright," she commented, seeing the mentioned phone near his bedside table. "Oh! I met your new house worker on my way up before. I think she said her name was Ashby. She was very nice. She's so young!"

Dallas grabbed a pair of shorts and a t-shirt from his dresser, casually walking over to Ally, who was seated at the coffee table, looking over the other surfer's stats. She missed the panicked look on Dallas's face.

"Anyway, I see you're already starting to look everyone over. Anyone I don't know here?"

"A lot of them actually," he answered, and she glanced up to see he already had the shorts on, and was pulling the shirt over his head. "It's a bunch of guys from across the country. They seemingly want to make a name here," he sneered. "Forget about it. I'm the best."

Ally chuckled, "Yes, you are. I wouldn't worry too much about them. Did you know they're opening several spots to up and comers?"

"Newbies?" Dallas snorted. "Ha! That is one thing I'm definitely not worried about."

The egocentric side of her boyfriend was coming out, the side that Trish didn't like. She ignored him in the following moments while he ranted and raved about how there was no need for anyone who was not an established name in this competition, and how they'd be better off without them. She didn't want to point out that he too had once gotten his start in one of those kinds of ways. It would just cause an argument that would be unnecessary.

"What do you want to do today?" she asked instead, hoping it would change his train of thought.

"I have so much to look over still," he said back, barely looking her way. "Maybe we should just order-in lunch or something. I have a busy afternoon, too."

"That's fine," she assured him. "I have to meet Dez at three to hang up posters throughout town for the competition."

Dallas made a face, "Is Theo going to be there?"

Her breath caught. She knew how much Dallas hated Dez's boyfriend, Theo. Why? Because Theo had recently kicked his ass in a competition. According to her competitive boyfriend, it was all luck. Hell, they'd even been friends before it. Now, Theo was his biggest threat; the one thing in his eyes, that came between him and a win. He could out scout everyone; he could research his ass off… the problem? Theo did the same. Theo was the wildcard that her boyfriend could not prepare for.

"I don't know. Probably."

"I'd rather you not go then," he said curtly, as if it was set-in-stone. "He's bad news."

Ally resisted snorting, "Really? I highly doubt that. What do you think me going there is going to do? Do you think they're going to tie me up and make me admit all your secrets and best ideas?" She giggled when Dallas gave her a pained look, as if her humor was not funny and instead absolutely worthless. "Relax, Dallas. He's not going to bother anyone. They care just as much about the competition as you do. The competition means as much to the community as it does every surfer. It's big money for the beach, remember?"

"Yeah, yeah," he muttered. "I still don't like him."

Ally grinned, "Do you want me to snap a picture of the trophy?"

That time, a pillow flew at her head. She giggled as Dallas flat-out glared at her, knowing she'd hit a nerve. Except, it was still early on in the days before the competition, so she could make jokes like that without him actually getting pissed off. Had it been a few days before, they probably would've ended up fighting. Instead, he grabbed her around the waist and tossed her onto the bed, planting kisses up and down her neck. He stopped short with his breath tickling her there. "What trophy? I already have mine."