Disclaimer: I do not own Austin and Ally.

The Reasons Why One Shouldn't Live with Austin Moon

He avoids chores like the plague

"Austin!" Ally Dawson cried in frustration when she entered her boyfriend's (and now hers as well) apartment. The dirty dishes from yesterday evening and this morning were still in the sink, though according to the chore chart she had carefully made during her first days after moving in, it was Austin's turn to do them today. He didn't even need to wash them, all he had to do was put them in the dishwasher, as she had texted him earlier today.

"What's up Alls?" Austin sauntered into the kitchen.

"You were supposed to do the dishes today." Sighing, Ally set down her purse on the kitchen table and started pilling the dishes into the dishwasher.

"Oh, was I? I didn't notice." he said in the high pitched voice he always used when he was lying.

"Really? Because I told you this morning, and I even texted you to remind you that you could just put them in the dish washer instead of actually washing them."

"You did?" Austin made a show of taking his phone out from his pocket and looking through his texts. "Oh, here it is; 'Austin you can load the dishes into the dishwasher. Love you.' Sorry, Alls. I'll do them next time."

"That's what you always say." Ally grumbled, but let him peck her cheek anyways. "Did you at least vacuum the carpets?"

"I was supposed to do that too?!"

He's Tall

Somehow, all of her things managed to find their way onto the top shelves. She had no idea how as the only one who could have put them there was Austin, and she couldn't find any reason for him to use her nail polish or her makeup. (The first few times she noticed her nail polish was on the top shelf she had carefully checked his finger and toe nails, but they were nail polish free).

Ally suspected that it secretly amused Austin to see her waste ten minutes looking for something before rushing off to the kitchen to get a chair on which she could stand to check the top shelves. Therefore, Ally decided to retaliate by putting some of Austin's stuff on the lowest shelves possible. This turned into a full blown war. Almost every day Ally would find her possessions, from her clothes to her books, in impossibly high places. She, in turn, would hide Austin's things in low places, like the cupboard beneath the sink and underneath their bed. Neither one said anything, they just continued going about as if all was normal.

He is extremely messy

Ally stumbled as she entered the apartment. Looking down, she saw that Austin's shoes, which were thrown haphazardly right in front of the door, were the reason she had almost fell. With a sigh, she picked them up and put them on the shoe rack that was less than two feet from the door.

After putting her own shoes on the rack as well, Ally proceeded into the living room. On the coffee table were a plate with a bit of died maple syrup and mug with some leftover coffee in it, probably from this morning. On the couch arm was Austin's shirt, which he must have removed after he had returned home, a few hours before her.

"Austin Monica Moon!" she yelled. She hated returning to a messy house, and he knew it.

"Hey Ally. How was recording at the studio?" Austin came into the living room with all his shirtless glory.

Trying not to get distracted by his bare chest, Ally didn't answer him. Instead she just raised her eyebrows and pointed silently first to his shirt and then to his breakfast dishes.

"What?" he asked, trying to understand what she wanted. After a few seconds his eyes widened. "Oh! Sorry Alls, I'll just pick that up. And you might not want to enter the bedroom for a while."

Oh god.

He sings in the shower

Usually Ally didn't sleep in. She always had something to do in the morning, whether it was work at the music factory, record or write songs, or do interviews. But today, her day was completely, a hundred percent free, and she had planned to sleep until a normal hour rather than six in the morning.

But things don't always go as planned, because at seven thirty a.m. Ally was awoken by what sounded like a long, continuous screech. It took her a few moments to realize it was Austin, singing in the shower, rocking out as he was at a concert. After another few moments she realized that Austin was singing one of her songs in a high pitched, nasally voice. She had no idea if he was doing it specifically to spite her because her voice definitely wasn't that shrill, but she was praying to whatever celestial being that was up there that he'll stop.

A muffled thump was heard and then a string of curses came from Austin. From the way he was cursing the soap, the soap's mother and the divine entity to which Ally had prayed just a few minutes ago and now considered that it may possibly really exist, she deduced that the soap had fallen and hit Austin on the foot.

Lazily, she threw a pillow at the bathroom door and yelled "Language!" before falling back asleep.

He is still a child at heart

When Ally had first moved in, Austin's bed was covered in stuffed animals. He refused to put them away, claiming that there was room between Jerry the giraffe and Ellie the elephant, and that a tiny person like her should be able to fit there easily (she didn't appreciate the comment).

After several uncomfortable hours during which she tried to fall asleep, she finally managed to convince Austin to store his stuffed animals in the closet after insisting that Froggy the frog (there was no way she was letting him name their future children) was trying to cop a feel (Austin could get rather jealous at times), on the condition that she'll help him build them habitats.

He also never let her dust the area around his Electric Avengerrrr Barbie doll –or as Austin called it, action figure- for fear that she will somehow ruin it with the duster.

He refuses to eat anything but pancakes for breakfast

Ally, sick of eating pancakes for breakfast for the past several months, decided to make waffles. She dug up the waffle iron, which had never been used before, and started making the batter.

An hour later, when Austin woke up there were two plates of fresh waffles on the kitchen table. He froze at the sight. "Err… Ally, what's that?" he asked, pointing with a slightly shaking finger at the plate.

Ally rolled her eyes at her boyfriend's overdramatic behavior. "Those are waffles, Austin. I assume you've heard of them before?" at his nod she continued. "I was growing tired of eating pancakes every morning," cue a disbelieving gasp from Austin, "so I decided to change it up a little. One morning of something other than pancakes won't kill you will it?" Seeing that he was still silent, Ally tried to guilt him into eating the waffles. "I worked really hard to make these, Austin. Do you really want them to go to waste?" It worked, and Austin sat down to eat the waffles, even telling her they were great.

In the evening, Ally found the waffle iron drying in the dish rack. "Austin, did you wash the waffle iron?" she asked, half annoyed, half amused.

"You mean the wannabe pancake maker? Yeah, I did. Was I not supposed to do that?" Austin asked innocently.

"No, it's electrical; you aren't supposed to wash electrical things. I'm pretty sure you ruined it." Ally looked at him, eyebrows raised.

"Aww, darn. I'm sorry." he gave her the puppy dog eyes, trying to keep up his innocent charade. Ha! As if she'll believe that. The one time Austin decided to do the dishes on his own accord he managed to "accidently" ruin the waffle iron. Please, she wasn't born yesterday.

"So it's pancake for breakfast tomorrow?" he asked her hopefully.

He has the most bizarre thoughts in the middle of the night

"Ally, Ally, wake up." Ally felt something shaking her awake, pulling her away from a dream about giant pickles.

"Austin? What's wrong? What time is it?" she mumbled sleepily. It was much too early for her to be awake.

"It's about two forty." yes, much, much too early to be awake. "And nothing is wrong. I just had a question. Do you think Jewish vampires still need to avoid the cross, or are they fine with it since to them it's not a holy symbol? And what do atheist vampires need to avoid, since they don't believe in anything? And-" Ally cut him off. "Austin. First of all, you aren't a vampire, you aren't Jewish and you aren't an atheist, therefore you don't need to worry about any of these. Second of all, vampires don't exist, so it doesn't matter anyhow. Now go to sleep."

"Wait, Ally, I have another question." oh god "If someone is weird that means they aren't normal, and normal is the standard person, but since no two people are identical, does that mean we are all weird? And what person is considered the standard person? Who decides he's the standard person we can all compare to? What makes him normal?"

"Austin, I'm not awake enough to even process what you said right now. Please go back to sleep." Ally grumbled.

"Okay," Austin pecked her cheek and lay back down on the bed.

Five minutes later, just as she was beginning to smell the giant pickles again, Ally felt him prodding her again.

"Hey, Ally, are you awake?"

He cannot cook to save his life

'I'm coming home late, can you cook dinner?' Ally texted Austin. She still had to record three songs and it was already rather late. If she got home and had to cook dinner as well she'll go to bed around midnight, and she was exhausted.

Austin sent her a thumb up emoji in reply, and Ally hoped that he won't make pancakes for dinner.

After she finished recording the songs, Ally left the studio and returned to the apartment building where they lived. Upon arrival she saw that all of the residents were outside the building, two fire trucks were parked in front of it, and smoke was billowing from what seemed like the window of their apartment. Panicking, Ally searched for Austin, praying that everything is okay.

She found him standing close to the entrance talking to a fire fighter. Running over to him, she tackled him in a hug, sobbing from relief. Austin stopped talking to the fire fighter and patted her back comfortingly, muttering "I'm fine, everything is fine."

Once she had calmed down, Ally looked at him inquiringly. "Do you know what happened?"

Austin rubbed his neck nervously. "Yes. Umm… you see, I was trying to make dinner, and suddenly there was a lot of smoke, and the smoke detector started ringing, and here we are now." well, that explained the nasty looks their neighbors have been shooting Austin the whole time.

"Looks like I'll have to bake some apology cookies for everyone, or we might get kicked out of the building," Ally sighed.

"Ooh, can I help?" Austin asked eagerly.

"I think that from now on, it might be for the best if you stay out of the kitchen."

He sucks at grocery shopping

"Ally, can we get that? And that? And those things?" Austin hopped about the grocery store aisle, picking various things off the shelves.

"Austin, why would we ever buy broccoli popsicles?" Ally asked, looking at the box Austin was waving gleefully, as if it was his favorite food.

Austin glanced at the box in his hand and wrinkled his nose. "You're right. We should get that instead." And he threw a different random box into the shopping cart.

Next to them Ally saw a mother trying to control her six year old boy, who was doing exactly what Austin was doing. Rolling her eyes, Ally couldn't help but smile at her somewhat childish boyfriend as he waved her on to the next aisle. Pausing only to put a few packages back on the shelves, she went after him.

"Wow. Living with Austin sounds really tough. Those are a ton of cons," Trish commented over the phone.

"It can be tough to live with Austin sometimes, but there is a huge pro that weighs out all the cons." Ally answered, smiling as she thought of the past few months she had spent living with Austin.

"Well, what is it?" Trish asked her.

"I get to live with my amazing boyfriend," Ally giggled. "and that makes everything worth it."

A/N: Okay, so first of all, thank you all so much for all of the good reviews on Fifteen, Love. I was really nervous before posting it since it's the first time letting people who aren't my close friends read something I wrote, so the positive feedback made me really happy.

Second of all, this was only proof read by my brother and me, so if you see anything that needs fixing, or think of something that I can do to improve this story, I'd love to hear (or is it read?) from you.

Third of all, I'm considering writing a continuation of this about why living with Ally is hard (from Austin's point of view) so I'd like to hear what you guys think.

Thank you so much for reading this!

P.S. A couple of people have asked me to continue Fifteen, Love, but for now I probably won't, as I don't have a good idea for their date.