A/N: IMPORTANT! PLEASE READ! WHOO! Now, those of you who have been loyal readers and supporter of mine before know that I never, absolutely NEVER put Author's Notes in the beginning of chapters. But this, I'm sorry, THIS is a milestone! I recently emailed FanFiction's special email for requesting categories. Naturally, I requested Austin and Ally, gave the character list, and everything else that was needed. Within 24 hours of my request, a new TV shows category was added: Austin and Ally! Now, if you don't believe me, I CAN and I WILL show screenshots of the emails sent between me and Zack, one of the FanFic admins— IF and ONLY IF you send me the request in a review or PM. Then, I will figure out how to take a screenshot so that you can see it, which, by the way, does anyone know how to do? Um, but, honestly, do you really want to see screenshots of a couple of emails? You guys have better things to do, I'm sure.

Ahem. On with the story.

Torrey

Torrey Adams. Blonde, blue-eyed, and tall. Plus, she was a cheerleader.

That was exactly Austin's type. From the moment she stepped into Sonic Boom, he knew that it was crush at first sight.

"Um, this isn't the hair salon, is it?" Torrey laughed embarrassedly.

Austin turned around, opening his mouth to answer, only to stop dead in his tracks as he caught sight of Torrey. "Uh... no. I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch your name?" He offered her a charming smile, completely ignoring the customers that were waiting. Ally had left him in charge again, much to her displeasure— after what had happened with the kangaroo, she never wanted to leave Austin in charge again. She had to, though, to supervise the tuning of her old piano. She said that she never trusted tuners to do their job right.

"I'm Torrey. And aren't you Austin Moon?"

"Yeah, you know me?"

"Oh, I watched you on the Helen Show. You were great!"

"Austin, how's the store— oh, hi." Ally stopped as she saw Torrey. "Are you looking for something?"

"Oh, no, I just thought this was the hair salon, but I guess I got it wrong. Sorry about that." Torrey shrugged sheepishly, flashing them a smile. "Oh my god, you're Ally Dawson, aren't you? You're Austin's songwriter! Oh my god, I think you're amazing! I watched you on the Helen Show."

Ally moaned, slapping a hand over her face. "You watched that?"

Torrey nodded. "Yup."

"So, you were looking for the hair salon?" Austin stepped in front of Ally, pushing her behind him and bringing himself closer to Torrey. "C'mon, I'll take you."

"Oh, cool, thanks. It was nice to meet you, Ally," Torrey called over her shoulder as she and Austin left the store, with Austin flashing her his smile over and over again as they walked and talked.

Ally rolled her eyes good-naturedly, crossing her arms over her chest and smiling at Austin's behavior. "One pretty girl walks by..."

"... and he locks his eyes on them. But you gotta admit, the kid is a chick magnet," finished Trish.

Ally shrugged. "I guess."

"Trish! What's your full name?" Dez bounded up to them, clipboard in hand.

"You first," retorted Trish.

"Oh, no problem. It's Dezilicious Maximius Hartford."

"No. No way is your first name Dezilicious," exclaimed Trish, slapping a hand down on the piano to emphasize her point.

Dez shrugged. "You can believe what you want, lady, but this here is some Dezilicious."

Ally rolled her eyes, making her way to the practice room where the piano tuner was doing his job.

"Uh, hi, Calvin, are you done yet?" Ally motioned to the piano.

Calvin stood up, saluting her. "Yes, ma'am. It took a heck of a lotta talent, but this old baby's fired up and ready to go. I haven't seen an old piano like this since, well, ever! Well, you have a good day, young lady." He patted her on the shoulder as he walked past her and down the stairs.

"Thanks!" She called, waving. "And my piano's not that old!"

"Yes it is!"

"Besides, I got a new piano!"

"Doesn't matter, the one I tuned is still old!"

Ally ignored Calvin's comment and sat down at the piano, stretching her fingers out over the ivory keys. "Okay, Ally, here we go," she said to herself. "Time to write another hit song.

It's been a really really messed up week
Seven days of torture
Seven days of bitter
And my boyfriend went and cheated on me (what)
He's a California dime but it's time for me to quit him."

"La la la
Whatever
La la la
It doesn't matter
La la la
Oh yeah
La la la (here we go now)!" Austin joined in, making Ally jump. (1)

"Can we get you a bell or something? So I can know when you're going to creep up on me?" complained Ally.

Austin beamed at her, holding up a scrap of paper with numbers on it. "Guess what?"

Ally humored him and replied, "You got that girl's number?"

"Yeah! Dez thought I got the recipe for pie." Austin looked confused. "Actually, how did he come up with that?"

Ally shook her head, smiling. "Well, at least you got something done this afternoon."

"Oh, and not only that, but she said she's going to come back! She says she has an offer for us," explained Austin, leaning against the piano, his fingers inching forward for Ally's book.

With lightning fast reflexes, Ally slapped Austin's hand away, grabbing her book and clutching it to her chest. "Don't touch my book," she warned.

Austin held his hands up in surrender. "I give up. Anyway, so you're a girl, right?"

Ally dropped her hands to her side in one, big, dramatic gesture. "Yes, Austin, I am indeed a girl. Does this surprise you?"

Austin brushed it off easily. "Not now, Ally. I need some advice."

Ally considered it, knodding as she leaned across the piano to face him more clearly. "Okay, what for?"

"Well, it's about Torrey."

"And?"

"Well, I kinda like her."

"Okay. And?"

"How do I get her to go out with me?"

Ally looked surprised, pushing herself off of the piano. "Easy. Do something nice for her, then ask her out."

"Oh. Okay. Well, that sounds surprisingly easy! Thanks, Ally!" He grinned at her. "Bye! I'm gonna go buy some balloons for Torrey!" He bounded down the stairs, jumping off the last couple of steps.

"Balloons? He's going to give her balloons?" Ally shook her head, sitting back down on the piano bench. "Well, I'm sure he'll be able to figure it out. Actually... probably not. Poor Torrey. She seemed like a nice girl. Oh, well." Ally shrugged, like what can you do? and started playing her song again.

"... Carlotta Maria Villena Martinez," Trish finished with one big breath.

"There's no way your name's that long," said Dez, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Oh yeah, Freckles? My birth certificate was eight pages long," retorted Trish.

"Freckles? Oooh, did we come up with nicknames for each other? Trishiana, you can be Trish! I came up with that on my own," said Dez, looking proud.

Trish flicked his forehead. "That's already my nickname, idiot!"

"Austin can be Aussie!" Dez went on, ignoring Trish until she kicked him.

"None of us need nicknames! We already have them!" said Trish exasperatedly. "Except for Austin, but we are not calling him Aussie."

"Oh yeah? Let's ask him! Hey, Austin, wouldn't Aussie be a cool nickname for you?" asked Dez hopefully.

Austin gave him a strange look. "Um, no. Which reminds me, we need to get Ally a nickname!"

"She already has one. Hello, Ally?" replied Trish in a duh kind of way. "Her full name is Allison Marie Dawson."

"Yeah, but so what? I wanna get her a nickname! I guess I'll think of it while I go to the party shop to buy balloons." Austin shrugged and started for the door.

"Wait! I have an employee discount there. Although, at the rate I'm going— my shift started an hour ago— I probably won't have that discount for long, so use it when you can! Here's the card." Trish handed a blue Party Rage card to Austin, who took it and bounded off.

"Alright, well, I'm going to the Vitaminne Shoppe(2). See ya." Dez saluted Trish and spun on his heel to leave.

"Trish, did Austin leave yet?" Ally perched precariously on the rail of the stairs.

"Yeah, he just went to get balloons or something," explained Trish.

"Oh, okay, then. I was going to tell him that balloons wouldn't be the best choice to give to a girl when you're asking her out, but he'll just have to do without my help, I guess." Ally shrugged.

"Hey, Ally, you wouldn't happen to be jealous... right?" Trish asked hesitantly.

"Jealous? Of what?" Ally looked confused.

"Of, you know..." Trish trailed off.

"No, not really. I don't know."

"Are you jealous that Austin's a chick magnet?"

"No. Why would I be? We're just friends." Ally waved it off dismissively. "Best friends, sure, but nothing romantic." (3)

"So you're not gonna be mad if he starts going out with someone?" Trish pressed on, refusing to believe that her best friend really didn't have any feelings for Austin.

"No, I'd be happy for him. Oh, I would hope that he doesn't become one of those saps who don't spend any time with their friends anymore because he's so asborbed in his relationship."

"That's very... specific."

"Don't get any ideas, Trish. Austin and I are just friends; best friends with absolutely no romantic feelings for each other." (4)

Trish rolled her eyes. "Okay, Ally, okay. Hey, we don't happen to have any licorice, do we?"

"Why?"

"Well, I lost a bet with Dez and he wants licorice."

"What was the bet about?"

"... whether or not I can keep my job for a week."

"Oh, Trish, why did you take up a stupid bet like that? You know you never could've won!" Ally handed her best friend a stick of licorice. "Here. It's from my dad's secret stash of licorice." She rolled her eyes. "It's a couple years old, though, so you might not want to give it to Dez—"

"Oh, no, don't worry about it," Trish cut her off. "I'm sure he'll be fine," she called over her shoulder as she power-walked her way out of the store.

"Try not to give him food poisoning, Trish!"

"Definitely!"

"ALLY!" Austin yelled as he searched through the store. "Ally, where are you?"

"What? Where's the fire?" Ally ran out of the practice room, frantically looking around.

Austin spotted her and leaped up the stairs. He was in such a hurry, he almost knocked her over. Instead, he caught her just in time, his arms going around her waist and hers around his neck in a knee-jerk reaction to save themselves from falling. They stayed that way for a moment, then broke away quickly, not meeting the other's eyes. Austin rubbed his neck nervously and Ally fidgeted with the hem of her skirt.

Finally, Ally broke the silence. "So what did you need?"

"Oh! Oh, yeah. I need advice, quick!" Austin latched onto her wrist and pulled her into the practice room. "How do you get a girl to notice that you like her?"

"Didn't we already do this with the balloons?" Ally shook her wrist free of his hand.

"Uh, yeah, but that didn't work! I bought her balloons, chocolates, a card, a hippo—"

"Wait, a hippo?" Ally cut him off.

"It was stuffed," he explained.

"Well, why would you get a girl a stuffed hippo?"

"I dunno, it was on sale. Anyways, nothing seems to be working. Everytime I give he something, she says, 'Thanks, how did you know?' Like what the fuck?"

Ally held up her hands. "Whoa, there, tiger, calm down. Have you tried telling her that you like her?"

"Do I have to?" His completely innocent expression, free of any guile, made Ally want to face-palm.

Ally groaned. "I don't know how you ever got a date without me, Austin."

He shrugged. "Well, normally, the girls come to me."

"Oh, yeah, well, maybe this one's different." Ally's tone was exasperated. "You really do have to tell her, Austin. Make a romantic gesture or something."

"Ally?" Ally's dad stuck his head in the room. "Someone's here to see you. Oh, and you, too, Austin."

"Us?" The two asked in unison.

"Yes, you two. She's a very pretty girl, Austin, but I thought you and Ally were—" (5)

"Why does everyone always think that?" Ally threw up her hands and stalked out the door.

"Think what? Hey, wait up, Ally!"

Ally could only thank god that Austin was so oblivious. (6)

"Torrey? Hey!" Austin covered up his surprise with a grin.

"Oh, were you looking for us?" asked Ally.

"Yeah. I was wondering if you guys were free to perform at my sweet sixteen party. Oh, and Austin, you were so sweet with all the presents! How did you know that it was my birthday?" asked Torrey.

"It was her birthday?" Austin whisper-asked to Ally.

"It would seem so," Ally whispered back.

"Guys?" Torrey waved a hand in front of them.

"Oh, yeah! Um, lucky guess?" Austin offered, smiling uncertainly.

"Wow, that was a really lucky guess!" gushed Torrey. "Anyways, are you guys free to perform tonight?"

Austin looked at Ally, who nodded, and said, "Yeah! Definitely."

"Cool! The party starts at eight, so if you guys wanna come half an hour early to set up, that's fine. The party's probably not going to end until midnight or so, but you can leave before that. Here's the invite." Torrey handed each of them an embossed envelope lined with blue ribbon. "Thanks, again! Oh, by the way, how much do you charge?"

Austin and Ally looked at each other. Austin questioned Ally with his eyes, like what do we do? Ally shrugged, like I dunno.

"Ummm, how much do you normally pay?" asked Ally. Austin held his hand up for a high-five, which she slapped.

"Nice save!" he whispered.

"Thanks," she whispered back.

"The band that played at my sister's sweet sixteen wasn't all that great, and they got paid $1,000. I've heard you sing, Austin, and I think you're really good, so I guess $1, 500?" (7)

Austin turned to Ally, his eyes wide. "That's a lot of money!" he whispered.

"I know!" she replied. Turning to Torrey, she smiled and said, "That seems like a reasonable price. I guess we'll swing by at half past seven?" Ally turned inquiring eyes on Austin, who nodded.

"Half past seven it is. See you guys there!" Torrey waved at them over her shoulder as she sauntered out of the store.

"Quick, Ally, we need to practice that song!"

"Which one?"

"The party one! It's perfect for a sweet sixteen party!"

"Tonight Tonight?" (8)

"Yeah. Let's go!"

"Guess who got a job at Cate's Caterers?" Trish walked into the practice room, decked out in a waitress's uniform. "And we're catering at some girl's sweet sixteen tonight. Torrey Adams or something?"

"No way, we're performing there tonight! Speaking of, Ally, we need to get ready!" Austin pulled Ally up from the piano seat. "You have to find something pretty to wear, and I need to look amazing."

Ally gave him a look. "So apparently, what I wear normally isn't pretty?" But he was already gone.

"Wait, Torrey wouldn't be the girl that I thought you were jealous over, would she? The one who Austin tried to ask out with balloons?" asked Trish.

Ally nodded. "The exact same one."

"Well, he's right! You need to find something pretty to wear!"

"... are my normal clothes really that bad?" (9)

"Okay, okay, we're done!" Trish stepped back to admire her handiwork.

Ally rolled her eyes. "Was it really necessary to look this nice for some-girl-that-I-don't-even-know's party?"

Trish ignored her comment. "Oh, I am good. I am good."

Ally wore a white, strapless mini dress with intricate, floral detailing in gold that spiraled out from the bottom left corner of the dress. A pair of white peep-toe wedges completed the outfit. In all honesty, Trish hadn't done much except to stand back and praise herself. To be fair, she had straightened Ally's hair, which now lay flat on her back.

Ally's dad popped his head in. "Ally, Austin's waiting for you. And Trish, Dez is here with a catering service...?" He trailed off, clearly confused.

"Well, we gotta go. Bye, Mr. Dawson!" Trish called over her shoulder as she dragged an unwilling Ally out of the room.

"Bye, girls! Have fun!"

"Dez. What are you doing here?" Trish ground out through her teeth, glaring at his waiter vest.

"Oh, I always tag along. Duh, I'm the film maker?" Dez pointed to himself.

"So you're not here with Cate's Caterers, the catering caterers?"

"... can you repeat that again, slowly?"

"Oh, whew, for a second ther I thought you were gonna steal my job. Why are you wearing a waiter's uniform, again?"

"Oh, this?" Dez pointed once again at myself. "Austin said it was a sweet serving party, so I came in serving gear! Get it? Serving? Waiters? Do any of you see the connection?"

"No, I said it was a sweet sixteen party," Austin corrected him.

Dez shrugged. "Oh, well. I'll just blend in with Trish's company of caterers. Which, speaking of, our ride's here!" Dez pointed to a truck outside the door. The truck advertised Cate's Caterers, showing a picture of Cate and her caterers, the information of the company, and their motto: Cate Puts The Cate In CATEring!

"Our ride? Oh, nonononono, Freckles, you and I are not going—"

The catering truck beeped at them. Dez shrugged, like what can you do?and picked up Trish, greeted Cate, and launched Trish into the seat. "Ally, I think Austin has a ride for you guys! See you at the party! Bye!" The van zoomed off.

Austin looked confused. "Ally? She isn't even down here—" He turned and saw the aforementioned girl at the top of the stairs. "Oh. Ahem." He cleared his throat. Why did she look so... different? She always looked nice, but she looked like she had gone out of her way to look good.

"Hey, Austin. Dez said you had a ride for us?" She turned to him, inquiring.

He shook his head, clearing it. "Um... yeah. Right, the ride. Let's get our instruments and stuff first. You look... um, nice."

She smiled. "Thanks." She surveyed him once critically and nodded. "You, too." Dressed in a leather jacket, navy button-down, black jeans, skinny silver tie, and his signature sneakers, he really did look nice. Dressed up enough for a special party, but down enough so he didn't stand out in a crowd of people. Although, he was Austin Moon. How could he ever not stand out? To Ally, it felt like he would be identifiable to her in any crowd.

... was that weird? No, Ally convinced herself, it's not weird. He's one of your best friends, of course you'd be able to find him in a crowd of people.

... right?

By the time they had maneuvered their way out of traffic and to Torrey's house, it was already quarter to eight.

"We're late, we're late, we're late!" cried Ally frantically, her hands going up to her hair instinctively.

Austin's hands shot out to grab her wrists. "Calm down, Ally!" He laughed. "We're gonna be fine. Let's go meet up with Torrey first, okay?"

Ally nodded. "Okay, okay. We'll be fine. Yeah."

Laughing, Austin pulled her in for a hug. For a moment, the scent of her stupid (11) (but really-nice smelling) strawberry shampoo made him lose track of his thoughts. Plus, she just fit so... perfectly in his arms. She was pretty small, standing only 5' 4" (12) as a sophomore, whereas he was almost 6 feet tall as a sophomore, and he was still growing. Fortunately, she stood at the perfect height for tip-toe kisses... whoa, there, Austin. Torrey, remember? Yeah, Torrey.Austin shook his head, clearing his thoughts. "We're gonna be just fine," he murmured against her hair. Bouncing back slightly on his heels, he released her, suddenly missing her warmth, for some reason.

"Um, Austin?" Ally gestured to his shirt.

"What?" He glanced down Ally's earring had gotten stuck on his shirt during their hug. "Oh. Uh..."

"Sorry," Ally apologized. She reached up to untangle her earring from his shir. Her brow furrowed with concentration, and the tip of her tongue stuck out the corner of her mouth. "Got it!" With a triumphant, cry, she released her earring from Austin's shirt.

"Whoo!" Austin cheered along with her, slinging an arm comfortably around her shoulders. "Let's go."

15 minutes later, they were all revved up and ready to rock, when...

"Ally, you okay? You look a little green!" Austin exclaimed, concerned.

Trish tried to sneak by, a guilty expression on her face. She almost escaped, too, but Austin grabbed the back of her uniform just as she was passing them. "Trish..." he said in a warning tone. "What did you do?"

"Well, I may have, just a tiny bit, dropped my brother's shoe into the whipped cream vat that we were taking whipped cream out of to top the éclaires(13). Wait, Ally, you didn't eat any, did you?" Trish was suddenly frantic, her hand on Ally's shoulders.

Ally nodded miserably, her cheeks bulging out a second before throwing up.

Austin looked flustered. "Uh, Ally? You okay?"

Ally breathed heavily for a few seconds before slowly uncurling herself to stand at her full height, nodding a little uncertainly. "Y-yeah. You know what, I think I'll just go home. You guys stay, I'll be fine."

"At least get Dez to take you home! He's got no monetary value except to do these useless chores!" urged Trish.

"I heard that!" exclaimed Dez indignantly. He turned a concerned look on Ally. "But, seriously, let me take you home. You don't look too good."

Ally shook her head, throwing up once again— over Dez's shoes. "I'm sorry," she croaked. "I've actually been feeling a little off this whole week— I guess the whipped cream was the last straw. But you guys go and have fine. I'll be fine, really."

Austin groaned, running a hand through his hair. "This is ridiculous. Here, Ally, let me take you home."

Ally was well enough to push him back. "NO! You need to stay and perform! I'll get Dez to take me home!"

Austin just shook his head and disappeared into the crowd, reappearing next to Torrey.

"Hey, Torrey. Happy birthday," he said, smiling, handing her a small gift box. Inside was a simple black guitar pick. "In case you ever start playing," he explained.

She took it, touched. "Thanks."

Austin rubbed the back of his neck anxiously. "Look, I'm really sorry, but Ally's sick and I gotta take her home. Well, actually, she wants me to stay and perform, but it just doesn't feel right performing without her. I'm really sorry, if there's anything I can do to make up for it—"

Torrey shook her head. "Austin." She cut him off. "It's okay, my boyfriend's band is here tonight. They can just substitute for you."

Austin did a double take. "Your boyfriend?"

"Hey, babe." A muscular guy— obviously a football player— came up behind Torry and wound his arms around her waist. "Whoa, no way, it's Austin Moon!" He let go of her to shake Austin's hand. "I'm Bobby. How you doing, bro? I saw you on the Helen Show; it was some good stuff, man, some really good stuff."

Austin managed to pull his features together into a smile. "Thanks. Uh, did you happen to hear what I said to Torrey?"

"Oh, yeah. It's totally cool, man, don't worry about it. If my girlfriend was sick, I wouldn't want to perform without her, either." Bobby stared adoringly into Torrey's eyes as she cooed his name.

The whole thing made Austin want to throw up like Ally had done— speaking of Ally... "Um, Ally isn't my girlfriend. She's my songwriter, and one of my best friends."

Torrey laughed. "Oh, look at that, Bobby! They're still in the denial stage! Aw, that's adorable."

Bobby grinned. "Austin, I gotta tell you, you should get the girl before someone else does."

Torrey shushed Bobby playfully and held out an envelope. "Here. It's your money."

"B-but we're not even going to perform!" spluttered Austin, pushing the money away. "I can't take this."

Torrey's face turned serious. "Austin, I think you're a great singer, and I'm touched that you care this much about comittment. But, honestly?" She gestured around her, at the fourteen-acre mansion that included five pools, four tennis courts, two ski trails, and more. "I've got money to spare. And just because you and Ally seem so sweet and look so good together, I'm giving you $2, 000. But hey," she winked, "Don't forget what Bobby said. Get the girl before it's too late."

Austin took the envelope, shocked. "Um... I don't know what to say."

Torrey laughed. "Underneath this shallow, vain, rich, spoiled, snob of a cheerleader, there's a heart. And I think my money went to a good cause. Good luck, Austin." And with that, she left, Bobby in two behind her.

As Austin walked back to his friends, he wonndered what he was going to tell them. And in the middle of making his way through the crowds to them, he thought of a nickname for Ally.

In the end, he told them exactly what happened, leaving out the parts about Bobby and Torrey's assumption about him and Ally.

As he finished his story, Dez nudged him once to remind him that Ally was still a little down on the weather.

"Oh, yeah! Come on, Alls, let's go home."

She nodded weakly. "Let's."

At Sonic Boom (where, on the third and second floor, Ally and her father lived), Austin collapsed on the couch in the practice room. He took off his jacket, loosened his tie, and kicked off his shoes. Ally went up the winding staircase to her room on the third floor to change and pop some Tylenol (her self-prescribed medication for all illnesses). When she came back down, her hair was wet from the shower, which meant it was curly. She had changed out of the white dress into comfy gray sweats, pink polka-dotted fuzzy socks, a floral tank top, and a JULLIARD sweatshirt. Her face was conpletely clear of any makeup. All in all, Austin thought she looked beautiful. He liked this normal, casual, real Ally more than the carefully-dressed Ally. Uh, beautiful in a platonic way, of course. Even best friends had to acknowledge the other's good traits, right?

Ally collapsed onto the couch, scooching herself closer to him in order to absorb some of the comforting warmth that he exuded. She noticed that he had changed, too, into off-white sweats and a yellow t-shirt. He had a collection of clothes in the practice room, from the many times that he and Ally had spent the night writing a new song, suspended on a creativity high.

The TV was on some channel where all they played was slow songs, the volume turned down low. Austin pointed to a bowl of steaming chicken-noodle soup. "I made you soup." He offered it to her, smiling in an uncertain way that made her heart go BA-DUM. Uh, what? That's just the fever talking. Um, yeah.

He watched her expressions carefully as she drank his soup. Her expression was delighted. Sure, someone else might've said that Austin's soup was too bland, or anything else, but to Ally, the soup was made with care. It came from the bottom of Austin's heart, and that was enough flavor for her. She set the bowl down on the table and turned to him, her legs crossed. "It's good. Really good." Unexpectedly, she pulled him in for a hug, her strawberry shampoo making his head spin a little. Embarrasedly, she pulled away. "Sorry. I'm probably contagious." Austin just shook his head and pulled her in again, her short stature pulling her head up to his chest. "Thanks," she whispered.

Austin grinned. "What are friends for, right?"

Ally groaned. "I'm really sorry about today, Austin. I know it was supposed to be you and Torrey's night, and I just totally ruined it—"

"Ally!" He cut her off sharply. "First of all, don't you ever blame yourself for something that isn't even close to your fault. Second, turns out Torrey has a boyfriend."

"Oh. Um, wow, I'm sorry." Ally twisted her body to face the TV, her head lying on Austin's shoulder.

Austin shrugged, the movement making Ally's head bob up, then down. "Eh, I don't really care anymore." I kinda have everything I need right here, he thought to himself.

Ally made no sound, and for a second, he thought she was asleep. Then, she reached over to turn the volume up. "I love this song," she explained. "It's really sad, but also really pretty."

If I die young
Bury me in satin
Lay me down
In a bed of roses
Sink me in the river
At dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song (14)

Austin stood up, offering a hand to Ally. "C'mon. Let's dance."

This time, Ally didn't protest. He pulled her into th warm cocoon of his arms. His hands rested comfortably on her waist. Her hands wound around his neck loosely. They swayed back and forth, slow dance style. They danced like that through the night. Once, they stopped, grabbed a snack, and watched the Titantic, which only lead to more dancing.

That night was probably one of the best nights of either of their live's. Austin thought it was completely worth it, even though he missed a performance, and woke up the next morning puking his guts up.

But even as he was clutching the toilet, throwing up, all he could think about was how the night before had felt like.

Ally, on the other hand, was as good as new the next day. Her new self-prescribed medication for all illnesses? A healthy dose of Austin.

Trish ended up getting fired from her job (again), and Dez, surprisingly, ate a whole platter of the eclaires, even though just one had made Ally throw up. Dez, however, was perfectly fine.

A/N: OMG I'm done! Whew, I thought I'd never get to finish. Onto the annotations!

(1) Tonight Tonight belongs to Hot Chelle Rae and the companies affiliated with that song. No copyright infringment intended. (2) The Vitamenne Shoppe is an actually store. It might not be spelled that way, but it's definitely a real store. (3) At this point, it's actually true. Austin and Ally have no romantic feelings for each other. (4) Same thing as number 3. Ally's not saying it because she's in denial, but because it really is true... at this point. (5) He was about to say "but I though you and Ally were dating." (6) Thank God that Austin's so oblivious to the obvious implication behind Ally'd dad's words. (7) I'm thirteen, so I don't actually know how much money Torrey should be paying them. If anyone knows, tell me in a review or PM me! (8) Oops, I guess I have a "No copyright infringement intended" for the same thing twice. (9) This is just a joke. Ally doesn't actually think that her normal clothes are ugly, in case any of you didn't understand that part. (10) Er... I skipped this number. Oops. (11) He actually thinks that her shampoo smells amazing, saying that it's stupid is just like his inner five-year-old basically coming out. (12) I don't actually know how tall Laura Marano— the actress that plays Ally— is, but I do know Ross Lynch (the actor who plays Ausfin)'s height. If anyone knows Laura's height, mention it in a comment or send me a PM. (13) Can't remember if eclaire has an accent aigu (a diagonal up-wards pointing hyphen) or an accent grave (a diagonal downwards pointing hyphen). (14) If I Die Young belongs to The Band Perry and the companies that are affiliated with that song. No copyright infringement intended.

Aaaaaaaanyways. Visit my author's page on FanFiction to check out some good resources and links that would help you in waiting for updates, and such. Okay, that's it for now.

~ Sabrina, out :)

P.S. AWWW! How's that for some Austin & Ally fluff towards the end?

P.P.S. If you don't READ THIS, it's your own fault... THIS SERIES WILL INCLUDE ONESHOTS AND LONG STORY ARCS.