1) He has to smell good. Like. Really good. I'm talking Abercrombie and Fitch good.

2) He must have a 3.6 GPA or above.

3) Cannot like horror films.

4) Must share a love of pickles.

5) Needs to know how to cook.

6) Must play baseball. Yes. Baseball.

I looked over the list of things a guy must have for me to date him. Oh, how naive 13-year old-me was. So young, so naive. I picked up the list and folded it nicely. There was no way I was throwing this away. It would be a nice reminder to 30 year old me. I put it in my songbook and sighed wistfully.

"Hey Ally...uh, Ally? Als? Earth to Dawson." A hand waved in front of my face. I looked up, from my book to see a familiar blonde, not noticing that he was standing there. A familiar blonde who happened to be jumping up and down excitedly. I cocked my head to the left, enjoying the eagerness of the 19 year old man in front of me.

"Alright you five year old, what is it?" I asked amused, a small smile playing on my lips.

"The nice girls at Kirstie's Kupcakes gave me free cupcakes!" He said, holding up a box of four cupcakes. I giggled at him.

"Austin...those 'nice girls' you happen to be talking about, did they perhaps bat their eyelashes? Twirl their hair? Lean in close to you?" I questioned, closing my book.

He looked at me flummoxed, then 4 seconds later, realization dawned on him.

"Oh..."

I snorted. I'm not surprised that he got free cupcakes. In fact, I'm not surprised that he got free stuff anymore. He had this charisma and this aura that surrounded him wherever he went. And he was also a famous internet sensation. He shrugged it off and opened the box, taking out the chocolate cupcake, and settled the box on the counter.

"Wha haf ya binupto memay?" He asked with a mouth full of chocolate. Or at least attempted to ask.

"Sorry. I don't speak cupcake." I said dryly. I watched as he was getting crumbs everywhere.

Crumbs lead to ants. Ants lead to other ants. And soon my music store will be infested with ants. And then they'll make us surrender to their ant queen, forcing us to—

"Forgive me Als for enjoying this moist cupcake." I covered my ears.

"Austin! What have I said about the word moist?" He smirked at me and leaned it so close that I could feel him breathing down my neck with his chocolate breath.

"Moist." He whispered into my ear huskily. I didn't know if I should be disgusted with the word or wonder why my heart sped up. So I punched him in the gut.

"Oof!" He doubled over the counter, glaring up at me. I gave him a thousand watt smile.

He eyed my book, hoping to grab it and have revenge on me. He lunged towards the book, but I was anticipating his move and grabbed it.

"Don't. Touch. The. Book." I said flatly. He put up his hands as a sign of surrender.

"So what have you been up to?"

"Oh nothing. I've been watching the store all day, it was pretty busy this morning. Writing in my book. Same old same old. What have you been up to?" I questioned.

"I helped Dez try to make it snow. It didn't work by the way—"

I gasped dramatically.

"—and then I went to Kirstie's. And now I'm here!" He continued happily. I giggled at his expression.

"Hey listen, I'm going to get some real food. You know cupcakes aren't that nutritional." I got an eye roll but continued, "Can I leave you here for a big to watch the store?" I questioned him nervously.

Because last time he watched the store, I ended up cleaning everything from his pudding slip and slide. And then the time before that, he ended up playing Tetris with all the instruments. Which again, I had to clean up.

"Sure thing Als! I promise I won't play Tetris with the instruments...or make a pudding slip and slide...or use the trumpet to drink a milkshake..."

"What?", I answered sharply, "You did what now?" Austin shoved me out of the door nervously, "Oh nothing Als! Have fun with your food that appears real!"

Then he proceeded to close the doors of my face.

"Real charming, Aus." I muttered to myself, making my way towards the food court.

Unfortunately, I didn't notice Austin watching me read my list 7 minutes ago. I didn't notice the anxiousness and curiosity in his eyes as he watched me chuckle to myself, putting it in my book. I didn't notice that the title, "List of Things My Guy Must Have", was poking out of my book. And unfortunately, I didn't notice at the time that we were both in love with each other. But you know. Shit happens. But then life gets better.