Austin's POV

It's official. I have gone insane. Completely fucking insane. And it's all because of Ally Dawson. I swear; that girl is going to be the end of me. It all started a few weeks ago, when Ally, Dez, Trish and I were going to Orlando for the eMusic Awards. We were taking a taxi, and Ally and I happened to be sitting next to each other.

Flashback :

In the back of a taxi cab
One quick turn; you were on my lap
We touched hands and we pulled them back, yeah,
I want you bad!

"So Austin, are you excited for being nominated as the best breakout star of the year?" Ally asked me.

"Yes! I'm so excited!" I exclaimed, bouncing in my seat.

"Yeah, well I'm excited for you, Austin!" Trish told me, "And as your manager, I get 80% of the money you get from this award."

"Um, there isn't any award money, Trish." I told her.

"Well that sucks." Trish pouted.

"I'm excited too, buddy!" Dez exclaimed, "For your nomination and for my nomination for best music video of the year!"

"Yeah, that's awesome!" Ally and I agreed simultaneously.

"Not to mention, Ally, you were nominated as best songwriter!" I chimed in.

"Yeahhhhh, I just hope I don't win. Cause then I would have to go on stage. And I can't do that." Ally said quickly, grabbing a strand of her hair and chewing on it.

"So Ally, is Brock going to come to the awards?" Trish asked. Brock is Ally's boyfriend. They have been dating for two weeks. I really don't like him, but I tolerate him for Ally's sake.

"Yes, he's going to meet me there!" Ally exclaimed excitedly.

"Why is he meeting you there instead of going with you or something?" I asked curiously. If I was dating Ally, I would get a special limo for her and everything.

"Well, he was in Orlando for the weekend with his family anyway for a family reunion, so he brought a tux and I said I'd meet him there since we'd be coming from Miami.

"I see," I commented nonchalantly.

"Which reminds me, I should call him." Ally said, pulling out her phone. A minute later, she was happily chatting with him on the phone until, suddenly, the taxi took a sharp turn around a corner and Ally fell over, practically sliding into my lap as her phone flew out of her hand.

"Whoops!" Ally exclaimed, "Sorry Austin." She apologized to me.

I shook my head, trying to brush it off, "It's cool." I told her, trying to suppress my hormones, considering that Ally was pressing on my…special area. She leaned over my lap, brushing against me again, as she reached for her phone on the floor.

I decided to help her out and also leaned over, grabbing her phone and handing it to her, our hands brushing against each other.

"Thanks." Ally smiled at me before putting her phone back up to her ear. "Brock? Baby? You still there? Yeah, sorry. We took a sharp corner and my phone fell out of my hand."

The next time I realized that I wanted Ally was a few days later. As a teenage boy, I have certain urges and feelings. That day, Ally had been wearing an especially short dress that showed an abnormal amount of cleavage. That night, I have a verrrrry pleasant dream, and when I went to take care of my 'little problem' in the shower the next morning, no matter who I thought about as I stroked myself, Ally's face kept popping into my mind.

And even though it should be so wrong,
I can't help but feel this strong,
Cause the way you turn me on
Like a light switch

And then again, a few days later. Ally and I were in Sonic Boom, in the practice room, and she was working on some lyrics while I sat at the piano, messing with a tune that was stuck in my head. At one point, I looked over at Ally, who was biting her lip and bouncing her pencil in her hand in concentration. Those little movements suddenly seemed extremely sexy, and suddenly, I had a boner. I wasn't sure what to do about it, so I stayed sitting at the piano bench, thinking about dead puppies until it went away.

I might just go crazy,
'Cause you're my best friend's baby,
But you got me thinking maybe, just maybe,
I don't know what to do!

End Flashback

Which brings me back to now. Ally, Trish, Brock and I are at an end-of-school party Dez was throwing. Dez, despite seeming like a socially awkward weirdo, threw fucking amazing parties. This party, if I had to describe it in one word, is WILD. Beer is flowing, music is pounding, and people are everywhere: grinding on the dance floor, stumbling off to bedrooms to do stuff, flirting, making out, everything. Typical high school party.

I was sitting on a stool by the bar Dez had set up in his living room. Dez has a huge house and his parents let him throw parties all the time and rule the house, so long as he cleans up afterwards. So I was sitting at the bar, sipping my third beer, and watching two couples dancing: Trish and Dez, who were so shit-faced drunk that they were grinding against each other and making out heavily. I smiled, wondering what they would think in the morning. The other couple I was watching was Ally and Brock. Brock had Ally's backside pressed against him and he was helping her smoothly move her hips against him. I watched Ally's movements carefully, wishing with the entire world that I was the one she was grinding against, not Brock.

I'm in love with someone else's girl
You rock my world,
But you're the one that I can't have,
Girl, I want you bad!

So, it took me forever and a day, but I finally, FINALLY figured out where I want to go in my second story of "The LOUDER Collection," and I should be writing the rest of this story pretty quickly. I want to thank a-little-bit-of-auslly for her constant support; otherwise, it would have taken me a lot longer to get this done. I'll update again soon!