Okayyy. So I'm back at it again. I think this story will definitely get me into the mood for writing more.
Anyways, here's my new story 'The Apartment'. I hope you guys like it as much I like writing it!
Disclaimer: I do not own Austin & Ally, or other any other brands/products you may recognize. I only own the plot.
"Oh you have got to be freaking kidding me, Trish. Don't waste any more time and, or breath on me. I know you're just too lazy to come help me." I said bitterly into my phone while pulling a box out of my small moving van.
"No, no, no, I'm just really tied up with my own... Stuff. I'm sorry Ally!" She replied.
"Whatever, bye." I said, and hung up. "I JUST NEED SOMEBODY TO HELP ME MOVE INTO MY FREAKIN' APARTMENT!" I exclaimed into the air. I jumped when I heard somebody clear their throat behind me.
"If you wouldn't mind, I'd be more than happy to help you move your stuff in. You seem a bit... flustered." The stranger said. I looked him up and down. He was downright sexy. Tall, blonde, messy-but-still-sexy-hair, nice build. He'd do just fine.
"I accept your offer, stranger. I'm Ally Dawson." I stretched my hand out for him to shake.
"Austin Moon." He smiled and shook my hand. "So let's get to work."
Somewhere in between moving my boxes up and down the stairs, to and from my apartment, Austin, who I learned was the same age as me (21) had taken off his shirt and was sporting some seriously hot abs. At one point I'd gotten so distracted by him that I tripped and fell right on top of him, pinning us both to the floor. I blushed while scrambling to get up. He smirked and pulled his shirt back on.
"I am so sorry. I guess I was just being careless."
"Nah it's fine. But I mean hey, it's not every day a gorgeous girl falls on top of you so thanks for that beautiful woman called Ally Dawson." He joked. At least I think he was joking.
"Hey, look! We're all done with the boxes! Good work team." I said changing the subject and high-fiving him. "I think we earned a drink for that. Here's my favorite, strawberita."
"Holy- that's my favorite too! So you're pretty and sensible. You're kinda awesome Ally."
"Thank you very much Austin moon. Here is yours, and here's mine. Cheers to us!"
"To us."
After about seven or eight more cans of our favorite alcohol, I decided that I didn't want Austin to leave. I ran to the front door and sat in front of it, giggling.
"I'm not letting you go ANYWHERE Moonshine!" I said loudly, making him jump and fall off the couch.
"Ouch. Ally, I think your couch is broken... Like a, um, thing that… breaks. You needa get it fixed." Austin slurred.
"Don't say that. You're gonna hurt his feelings."
For a moment Austin just sat there, staring at the couch. Then he got up and laid himself on the top of it. Then began to pet it.
"I'm so sorry. I won't do it again, okay?" He cooed. Then again, fell off. "SON OF BITCH," he yelled. I burst out laughing, and crawled over to the injured person on my carpet.
"Oh no, Austin! Do you need help?" I asked frantically. If I had been sober, I would've known that he wasn't really hurt, but that wasn't the case at the moment.
"No, I'm fine. But I think I might need a kiss to make it feel better." He said softly. I looked up to meet his eyes.
"Where does it hurt?" I asked, no longer laughing. Austin pointed to his upper arm.
"Here," he whispered. I slowly leaned forward and kissed his arm. Then Austin pointed to the side of his stomach. "And here," he said. Keeping my eyes on his, I lifted his shirt slightly. Austin lightly took my hands and brought them up, over his head, taking his shirt with them.
Under any other circumstances, I would be blushing, but right now I didn't care about anything. I again leaned forward, and placed a kiss on his side. Then two more on his abs. "All better?"
"It still hurts, here..." Austin pointed to his lips. I hesitated. Then, for the third time, I moved closer to him. Soundlessly I brought his face to mine, and connected our lips. Immediately, he responded, deepening the kiss. He lowered his back to the carpet with me on top of him. The kiss was slow, but intense. Our lips moved together at the same rhythm. Austin's tongue lightly ran across my bottom lip, eliciting a moan from me. He took the opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth. I broke the kiss when he started to tug at my shirt. He looked up at me, worried.
"Did I do something wrong? Shit, Ally I'm really sorry-" I put a finger over his lips.
"No, it's just that... Forget it. It's stupid actually." I said waving it off. I went to kiss him again, but he stopped me. I pouted.
"Ally, what's wrong? I may be drunk off my ass, but I can still tell when something isn't right."
I sighed. "All I was gonna say is that if we're going to have sex, I rather it be in the bed and not on the floor. God knows what kind of crap has been here.
Austin chuckled. I felt the vibrations through my hands on his chiseled chest, and through my inner thighs, each on either side of his hips. Then without any warning, he got up, wrapped my legs around his hips, and smashed his lips to mine. For a minute it was just us, making out in the middle of my living room.
"Guest room or your room?" Austin asked between kisses. I tangled my hands into his hair and pulled us closer together, if that was possible.
"Mine." I said barely audibly. With no hesitations, he carried me to my bedroom, never breaking the kiss.
When we reached the room, he pinned my back against the door. I moaned when he started kissing down my neck.
I've made a few questionable decisions while drunk before. But this was definitely now on the top of my list.
I was awoken by the feeling of a very uncomfortable draft.
What the hell? I wondered to myself.
When I went to get up, I realized that I couldn't. I nearly panicked when I saw the arm wrapped around my naked upper half. Then I remembered and almost giggled out loud. Carefully I turned around so I could face the irresistible man in my bed.
"Wake up, Austin…" I whispered. He didn't move, but instead made an unrecognizable noise.
"Austin, it's time to get up." I whispered.
"No," he said. But it was hardly even audible. This time I did giggle out loud.
"I'll make you breakfast."
When I said that one eye barely opened. He looked at me, and said "Pancakes?"
"If that's what it takes to get you up and out of my apartment then fine." I joked. He grinned, obviously still tired.
"I think we just became best friends."
"We slept together, and all I am is a friend to you?" I said pretending to be offended.
"Hey, I did say best friends. So there."
"You dick, get up." I said. I picked up a pillow from behind me since as his arm as still around me. "If you don't move on three, the face gets it buddy. I'm serious."
"Hey Serious, I'm Austin."
"You asked for this, THREE."
I smashed the pillow onto his face.
"Please! Not the face!" he yelled. I laughed and continued to beat him with the soft pillow. "Okay, okay, I'm up! Jeez, I thought you'd be nicer to your new neighbor, who helped you move everything into you house, and set it all up."
"Oh, let's not forget, who I also had three rounds of sex with."
"See. You should be nice. You probably won't ever get that kind of action ever again. Unless of course…" he trailed off. I rolled my eyes.
"Sorry neighbor, this won't happen again." I said.
"We'll see." Austin said coolly. I scoffed and pushed his arm off of me. I walked towards the bathroom completely aware that I was stark naked. A cat call came from behind me. I stopped in my tracks. I was going to mess with him. Right below me was my top from yesterday.
"Oh, look, my shirt." I said innocently, then bent down slowly to pick it up. I heard Austin groan from the bed and I had to bit my lip to keep from snickering. I looked over my shoulder and winked. "I'm taking a shower. Feel free to join." And with that I stepped into the bathroom and shut the door.
"What a little tease." I heard Austin say from the other side of the door.
Turning on the shower, I whispered to myself. "You have no idea."
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