AN: Hello, *fans we haven't created a group name for yet!* This is Miranda and Sunsets, here with a new story!
We came up with this while messing around at Miranda's grandparents' place. Miranda was acting it out, too.
This is kind of serious, kind of not. You'll get it eventually.
Disclaimer:
Refrigerators are green,
Apples are white,
We don't own Austin and Ally,
And we don't do rhyming.
Without further ado,
I Think I've Said Too Much- Chapter 1
Ally POV
IMPORTANT NOTE!: When he starts talking about pancakes, the butter is Cassidy.
I had never expected my Friday night to go like this. I was supposed to spend it reading and writing songs, having a little me time while my parents were away. I did not expect that, at ten o'clock at night, Austin Moon would stumble into my room, drunk and thinking I was some guy named Jake.
I'm sorry, are you confused? So am I. All I can tell you is the events that led up to this:
Flashback:
It was a regular Friday night in Miami. Since school was out, I had no homework to complete, and my parents were both away; my mom in Africa, my dad at some music convention. I had spent most of the day working at Sonic Boom. Trish came by, which was normal, but Dez and Austin never showed up. Naturally, I was a little worried about them, but I figured that they'd be back tomorrow; it was not their job to come here every day, after all.
So, after I closed the store and I was back home, I showered and put on some pajamas. After blow-drying my hair and putting it up in a ponytail, I started reading this book called Why We Broke Up *1. It was about this girl who was writing this long letter to her ex-boyfriend about the course of their relationship, and how it all led to their break-up. It was pretty good, all things considered.
I had gotten about halfway through when I heard loud footsteps in the hall; thump, thump, thump. I tensed up; had I forgotten to lock the door? Who else would be in the house? Was one of my parents back early?
The footsteps neared my bedroom, and I was sure some murderer was in my house. I was sure that I'd been stupid enough to forget to lock the door, and I was about to meet my untimely demise. I know it sounds stupid and overdramatic now, but I was so sure of it then!
My door opened slowly and dramatically; kind of like it does in the scary movies, before the person gets killed. But it wasn't a murderer who stumbled into my room. It was none other than…
Austin Moon.
Back to the present
And there you have it. Austin stumbled into my room, mumbling something.
"Austin? Why are you in my house? How'd you get in?" I asked.
"I live here, Jake. Y'know, you don't get your own personal house." He slurred. "And I got in the same way you did; with a key. Thanks for keeping that spare key under the flower pot, by the way."
I remembered that I had told Austin, Dez and Trish where I kept my spare key. Actually, we all told each other. So, if you're looking to break into Dez's house, just look inside the hanging flower pots on his porch.
And, after Austin said that, I realized something: Austin was drunk. It actually made me kind of nervous, because we're only sixteen and I had no idea where he would get alcohol from. Also, if he had alcohol, he might be succumbing to the ways of stardom, which kind of concerned me. But, I decided to keep the lectures for until he was sober; maybe he'd actually remember them then.
After a few moments hesitation, I decided to play along with the whole Jake thing. I didn't know who the heck Jake was (maybe a cousin or something?), but it sounded like he lived with Austin, which was weird because I knew Austin lived alone with his parents… right?
"But why are you in my room?' I asked, assuming Austin didn't share a room with this Jake character.
"I'm in here 'cause I need to talk to you, broseph!" Austin said, his voice stuttering and stumbling. He then proceeded to amble his way to my bed and splay himself out on it.
"Mind if I sit?" He said, despite the fact he had already staked his claim on most of my bed.
"Uh… Sure?"
"Good!" He continued. "So… What did you want to talk about?"
"Um… I thought you wanted to talk to me." I stated. Jeez, talking to a drunk person is hard…
"Oh, yeah! So… I've gotz me a girl problem." *2
"What is it?" I asked.
Austin moved so his head was in my lap. "I'm sorry, would you mind stroking my head? I feel better when people stroke my head. It makes me feel like a tiny little puppy. I love me some puppies!" *2
"Umm… Okay…" I began awkwardly stroking Austin's head. It kind of actually felt like a puppy… Weird. "So… your problem?"
"Welp, *2 there's actually kind of five problems. Six, if you count the girl."
"Speaking of which… Who is the girl?" I said curiously. Okay, so I wanted to know who Austin liked. He's one of my best friends!
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. You may be my broseph, but you're not my bromie yet. I'll tell you after you become my bromie."
"…How exactly do I become your bromie?" I asked.
"You listen to my story, buttface!" Austin giggled. (yeah, you read that right: he giggled.) "Hahaha… buttface."
It was silent for a little while. "The story?" I prompted.
"Right! So, once upon a time, I was a stack of pancakes." Austin started.
Wait… what?
"Yeah, and I was a pretty happy stack of pancakes. But one day, I decided I needed a topping! I wanted me some syrup. *2
"And I met this girl. And I thought she was my syrup. And I thought I loved her, because she told me she was the syrup. But she lied to me! She wasn't syrup; she was butter. BUTTER IS SHIT!*3 I DON'T LIKE BUTTER! And I realized that this other girl was actually my syrup. But it was too late! The syrup knew I was with the butter, so she thought we should just be friends, so I was stuck with the stupid butter!
"Haha… It's funny because I know the syrup was lying. The syrup wants me! I KNOW THE SYRUP WANTS ME BAD!" At this point, Austin got up and began thrashing around, shouting about how bad the syrup wanted him.
"Austin! Calm down!" I shouted. Austin began calming down, but he remained standing. "Now finish the story." I told him firmly.
"Right. So, the butter was a liar, and I hated her. I was so tired of her bull…" He looked to the side.
"So I eliminated her…" He picked up the shoehorn on my desk. (Don't ask why I had a shoehorn in my room… it's a long story.)
"WITH MY SWORD!" With that, Austin began waving the "sword" in the air crazily.
After a few minutes, Austin returned the shoehorn to my desk and got back on the bed, returning his head to my lap.
"So know you know the first part of my story… Are you ready to hear the next part?" Austin asked.
"I guess so." I began patting Austin's head.
"So…"
AN:
*1: Obviously, we do not own Why We Broke Up, or its plot.
*2: Just saying, none of these are unintentional grammatical errors; they were made consciously to show the fact that Austin is drunk, and therefore does not give two flying *bleeps* about grammar. However, if you want us to stop doing this, shoot us a review or PM telling us so!
*3: Sorry, butter-lovers.
Just so you guys know, this'll be a nine-shot; it has already been planned to be one.
So… Yeah.
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Lots of Love,
Miranda and Sunsets (Or, as Miranda calls us, MUNSETS.)
