Disclaimer- I own nothing and I most certainly do not own Austin and Ally because if I did they would have 4 kids and be living in Moon's Mattress Kingdom with golden crowns and fairydust.

The thunderous booming of Macklemore's(1) greatest hit shook through the floorboards of my room as, yet again, Elliot Dawson threw one of his 'world famous' birthday bashes whilst I tried to complete next month's AP math homework. Emphasis on the TRIED. For months now I have been complaining that I'm always the one who has to sort out the messes at these parties, I'm the only one who's smart enough to put anyone in the recovery position accurately enough to avoid death, and I'm always the one who ends up having to give up my bedroom for two hormonal teenagers that want nothing else but to eat each other's faces off, but he just replies with the standard 'yeah yeah whatever' and 'don't be such a wet blanket, Ally'. Sometimes I wonder if my older brother was raised by apes as a child with the amount of manners or respect he has for anyone but himself.

Nevertheless, as much as I adore maths, after 3 hours of homework, a girl needs a water break. At first I was hesitant, you know, considering the whole of the 12th grade were grinding against each other in pretty much the whole of our ground floor, but remembered that half of them had probably already passed out due to the masses of alcohol consumed by the idiots I like to call my brother's friends. So I went onwards anyway, as swiftly as I could, trying to avoid anyone's attention. Don't talk to a soul I recalled my brother telling her before the party started. I don't want you ruining the reputation I've spent so long on earning, you got that, Ally?! Jeez, my brother is such a drama queen, and he calls me the wet blanket. As if I'd want to talk to any of his sense deprived, poorly educated, rudely mannered 'friends' anyway. I crept quietly into the kitchen, but mind you, I probably could've ran in screaming with my arms flailing and nobody would've given me a second look due to the pounding music and dim lighting that were giving me a headache.

Finally, I managed to reach the fridge where I pulled out a chilled bottle of water. But as I closed the fridge door, I almost screamed in fright at the sight in front of me. A boy that I immediately recognised as Elliot's best friend Dallas, of whom Elliot has known since they had their first fight over who broke the blue crayon in kindergarten, stood leaning against the side of the fridge, a sly smirk upon his face and eyes cloudy and mysterious, as I placed my water bottle on the counter. He was extremely close to my face, in fact, so close that I could almost taste his vodka infused breath. Don't talk to a soul I reminded myself of my brother's strictly-spoken demand, but what about if this soul just so happens to look as though he's about to rip my face off?!

"Hey, Ally" he slurred his words as his left hand roughly caressed my right cheek, making me feel extremely awkward and uncomfortable. "Man, have you grown. Puberty's done you well" he whispered as he leaned in, his eyes flickering to my lips with a look of lust upon his face. "Dallas let me go" I said warningly, trying to hide my fear with a mask of confidence, and in panic, I jumped back, taking two steps before bumping into something hard, which I soon realised to be a strong, muscular body. I jumped away in shock and ended up right into Dallas' arms, and I groaned, much to my displeasure. His grip on my waist tightened as we looked up to see a well-built, attractive boy with blonde shaggy hair that flopped just the right way and a look on his face which suggests he knew Dallas somehow, and for some reason, I felt as though I knew him too.

"Dallas, leave her. She doesn't like it and I'm sure neither would Elliot", he said in a stern yet somehow protecting way. Dallas smirked and pushed me to the side.

"And what are you going to do if I don't leave her, Austin, huh? What have you got on me, Moon?" Dallas said with his volume increasing as he took a step forward to the boy, in an attempt to look menacing and threatening, I guess, although he was failing miserably as he stumbled embarrassingly due to his drunkenness.

His name is Austin.

I vaguely remembered Elliot mentioning him a few times, often in the same way as he mentioned Dallas, so I just guessed they were all pretty good friends.

"Do you really want me to do this Dallas? You know exactly what I've got on you", Austin replied, sharpness evident in his voice as he took a step closer to Dallas, mirroring his previous action. Hesitantly, Dallas backed down and mumbled something to himself quietly, before walking off to the lounge, probably so he could grind on girls his own age.

I looked up, after keeping myself to myself throughout the whole occurrence, to be met with soft, warm brown eyes looking deep into mine, matched with an apologetic smile. As I opened my mouth to thank Austin for what he had done, a heavily made-up, sweaty and clearly wasted blonde bounded up to him screaming "Austy! Austy!" and covered his mouth with hers before wrapping him in a tight hug to which he hesitantly returned.

Now, I'm no expert on relationships, but if that's what kissing is, I'm not sure I want anyone ever doing that to me. I had to try hard not to gag at the sight in front of me as the girl slobbered all over his mouth in what I assumed to be an attempt of seductiveness, to which he did not return. Much to my pleasure, it evidently wasn't working on Austin as he pulled her away from him, only for her to grab his hand and pull him excitedly to the dance floor, walking to the beat of Nicki Minaj(2), but not before Austin gave me one last glance, with a weak smile upon his face.

My lips curved into a small smile as I crept quietly up the stairs to avoid any more attention that evening, before packing away the homework I had previous sprawled out across the floor, and climbed into bed with only one thought on my mind.

Austin Moon, the one with the girlfriend.

(1) Yeah I really don't own Macklemore I just thing his music is swag swag swag on you

(2) I don't own Nicki Minaj either but I kind of which I did because that would be pretty cool

Woohoo! So yeah I'm pretty new to FanFiction and this is my first story so I'd really appreciate it if I got some feedback on how I did and if you'd like me to continue it? I've got some idea on where it would go if I continued it but I always welcome more ideas because they're always helpful! Thanks for reading! :) xox