Ally's Boys: Chapter 1
A/N: Hey, so I decided to start on another story! I hope yall like it! I do not own Austin and Ally or anything like that. Please please please review!
Ally's POV
I skipped through the Sonic Boom, carrying a box of clarinets with me down the stairs. I whistled an unfamiliar tune. Better get that down in my song book, it's pretty catchy. I saw a flash of blond and red out of the corner of my eye, and I froze, cautiously looking left and right for potential obstacles caused by those two hooligans.
I heard the sound of a ball being dribbled near the tubas. My instant reaction was to scold them for horsing around in the store, but I decided against it. I was too happy to be serious. Putting away the box, I went over to see what Austin and Dez were doing.
They were attempting to shoot hoops into the tubas. Great.
"Hey, Ally! Wanna see how many I can do in a row?" Austin smiled over his shoulder at me, his chocolate brown eyes twinkling. I chuckled.
"No, but you can show me how you stop damaging the merchandise." I shake my head. Dez ignored my request and went up for a slam dunk. The tubas all clattered to the floor, resulting in a loud crash. I sighed, and turned to go toward the cash register.
"Clean it up." I called over to my goofy friends.
Austin Moon, my best friend and music partner was right on my heels, trailing after me like a lost puppy. He reached over me to mess with the cash register and I slapped his hands away.
"Ow!" He yelped, shooting me a look. I giggled at his hurt expression, and my laughter brightened his look.
Just then, Trish walked purposefully over to us with a mad expression on her face. Uh oh. If Trish ain't happy, ain't nobody happy. She stomped up to me, and tapped her red fingernails on the counter. Austin slid away from us and pretended to be interested in his neon shoelaces.
"Allyson Dawson. You got something to tell me?" Trish waited angrily.
"Um…Well, I have that shirt I borrowed upstairs. I can go get it if you want…" I said hesitantly. She scoffs.
"How come I had to hear that you have a date with Dallas from the freaking hot dog vendor?" Trish exploded. Wow, word travels fast around here.
"Whoa, Ally, you have a date with Dallas?" Austin straightened up and looked back at us.
"Well, I-" I start, but Dez came over and interrupted me.
"Ally has a date?" He cocked his head to the side. I laughed at him and rolled my eyes.
"Look, if you would let me talk, I can explain!" I shouted. They all froze and looked at me, waiting. "Dallas asked me to go see a movie with him tomorrow night. I didn't say anything because I wasn't exactly sure if it was a date. He was so vague…" I trail off, and Trish grabbed my shoulders and shook me.
"What did he say?" She yelled in my ear. I winced.
"He said 'Do you want to go to the movies with my on Friday?'"
"Ally, that's a date! Gosh, you need to get out more often." Austin said, flicking a piece of hair off my shoulder. I turned and jabbed him back.
"Well, that's obvious." My older brother walks in, entering the conversation. Jerk. Jacob is a tall, brown- haired baseball player that loves humiliating me. He got the height, athleticism, and stupidity in the family. I shoved him away, and shoved me back. Jacob made his way up the stairs to the storage room. Late to his shift at the store. What's new?
Austin chuckled at my brother's comment, and shrugged sheepishly when I give him a dirty look. Austin and Jacob are pretty good friends. Sometimes I come home to find them playing video games. It's kind of strange, but I'm glad they get along.
"Alright. Meet me at two in the food court tomorrow." Trish told me.
"Why?"
"We're going shopping for an outfit for your date, of course!" She rolled her eyes like I was so clueless. I sighed, mentally preparing myself for being dressed like a Barbie doll when we go shopping.
"Do you want me to wait for you?" Austin and I were at my house, waiting for Dallas to pick me up. He was asking if he should wait up for me. He is so sweet. My own brother didn't even offer to do that.
"No, it's ok. I'll be fine." I smiled, fidgeting with my new outfit. Trish had picked out a new skirt with a tank top and some cute sandals. "Hey, do you think I should get a sweater? Is this…too much?" I asked Austin.
"You look great. But there sure is a lot of skin showing. Maybe you should get a sweater." Austin frowned, twiddling his thumbs. I blushed at his observation. He's never noticed me like that before.
Jacob walked past just then, in his grubby sweats and a bag of chips. He nodded to Austin and glanced at me.
"Whoa, Ally. Where are you going? Get some clothes on, geez." Jacob grunted. I blushed again, and ran upstairs to grab a sweater. Trish would kill me if she knew I messed up her carefully planned outfit.
On my way back down, I overheard Jacob and Austin's conversation. They were talking about me.
Jacob: "Who is Ally going out with?"
Austin: "Dallas, from the cell phone accessory cart."
Jacob: "Man, I don't like that kid. He plays baseball too, and he's kind of a jerk."
Austin: "I know, but I want Ally to be happy."
Jacob: "I'm gonna stay in, order a pizza. Wanna hang out? You can wait up for Ally."
Austin: "I probably shouldn't. She doesn't want me to."
Jacob: "Whatever. It's obvious you both like each other. Just stay."
Austin: "But I- Oh, nevermind. Sure, I'll stay."
That's when I decided to come down. Austin saw me and blushed, probably guilty for talking about me with Jacob. I wondered if what they said about Dallas is true.
"Thank God you covered yourself up. At least I won't have to play that awkward over-protective brother." Jacob said, and walked off with his chips. The doorbell rang, and I took a deep breath and went to open the door. However, a certain blond boy was there first, swinging the door open and eyeing my date.
"Hello, Dallas." Austin said in a deep voice, puffing out his chest. I worked hard to hold my laugh in.
"Hey. Wow, Ally, you look great. Ready to go?" Dallas smiled, and I blushed. I passed Austin, and he handed me my purse.
"Thanks Austin. I'll see you later, ok?" I said, and looked back at him. His warm brown eyes penetrated mine, and I felt a spark inside my chest. Gosh, what was wrong with me? I'm on a date with Dallas and I'm thinking about Austin? Austin closed the door behind us.
Dallas's hand took mine, and I couldn't help but compare it with the times I've had Austin's hand in mine. I think I like Austin's better…
The movie was terrible. Dallas's hand was sweaty. We ran out of things to say. I felt awkward sharing popcorn with him. I had to pay for drinks because Dallas didn't have enough money. He texted his friends a lot. Our date was not going well at all.
In the middle of the movie, I excused myself to the bathroom, and quickly whipped out my phone. I was tired of this, and I wanted to go home. I didn't know if Austin was still there, so I called Jacob. He picked up immediately, and I heard a scuffling noise in the backround, followed by an "ouch." Austin.
"Hey, Ally." Jacob answered.
"Hey, Jake, can you come pick me up? I'm at the movies." I asked him, my voice shaking. I didn't know how upset I was. He sensed that, and got worried.
"Yeah, of course. What's wrong?" He asked, and I heard the crunching of chips from his mouth.
"Um, well, I just don't think this is going as well as I thought…" I said softly, and heard another scuffling noise. All of a sudden, I was talking to Austin.
"Ally, are you ok? What's going on?" I heard Austin's comforting voice, and broke down. I hated it. I don't like crying. Especially in front of other people. But my tears betrayed me, and I wiped my nose on my sleeve.
"I-I just w-want to come h-home." I said through my tears. Austin yelled something to my brother, and got back on.
"Don't worry, Ally. We're coming. Just hang on." His voice felt safe and comforting. I never wanted to stop talking to him.
Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder, and I jumped. Dallas was behind me, with a worried expression on his face. I desperately wiped at my face, trying to erase all evidence of my embarrassing tears.
"What's wrong Ally? Who are you talking to?" Dallas asked.
"Ally, what's that?" Austin said through the phone. I put the phone down, but didn't hang up.
"Oh, hey, Dallas. I just got a little scared from the movie. I'm ok." I lied. He frowned at me.
"But it wasn't scary. It was a romance movie." He said. That shows how much I was paying attention. Well, dang it.
"Yeah, I knew that… Anyways, something came up, and my brother is coming to get me." I tried to smile, and started walking towards the door. His hand caught my arm.
"What is it? Don't you want to finish the movie? If you really want, I can take you home." Dallas offered. I don't think I could stand another second with him, though. I'd had enough.
"No, Dallas. I'm not having a good time, and I just really want to go home. So I'm going to go wait for my brother, but you can go finish the movie if you want." I snapped.
I walked off towards the door, and this time he didn't pull me back. He did follow me, though. Why did I ever like him?
Jacob and Austin pulled up then, in my dad's blue truck. I sighed in relief. Hurrying to the door, I pulled it open, and turned back to Dallas. A hurt expression masked his face, and I felt a little bad for blowing him off. I began to apologize, but I was cut off by Jacob an Austin. My heroes. Ha.
"Look, Dallas, we really gotta go. You need to stay away from Ally for a while." Jacob said harshly.
"Yeah. If you ever make her cry again, you're going to have to answer to me." Austin shot him a dark look, grabbed my arm, and pulled me towards the truck. I shrugged helplessly at Dallas and got in, with Austin sliding in beside me. Jacob put the truck in drive, and we zoomed off, leaving Dallas standing in front of the theater in confusion.
The whole ride home, I was bombarded by questions from Austin and Jake: Was he rude? Did he pay for it? What did he do to you? Did he try to touch you? How were his manners? I answered them all patiently.
My tears were mostly dry by then, but they both kept glancing at me with concern all over their faces. Eventually, Austin's arm stretched out over my shoulders, and I was pulled into his warm embrace. Jake noticed this, and commented.
"So, you dumped Dallas for Austin?" He asked obnoxiously. We both blushed, and Austin lifted his arm off me.
"No. Me and Dallas weren't even together. And Austin's my best friend. Gosh." I scoffed, looking out the window to try and avoid the uncomfortable silence.
At home, we turned on the TV and watched some Full House reruns. I fell asleep with my head in Austin's lap, and my feet in Jake's. At some point, I woke with a start, and I was in my own bed. Turning over and going back to sleep, I dreamed about my sweet, blond, superstar.
A/N: Sooo…? What did you think? I don't own anything, blah blah blah. Please review! Pretty pretty please! More chapters to come!
