Wingman, an austin & ally fanfic

Alright bro
We're gonna have a talk about this
I brought you in this club and you done stole my girl
And that ain't right

"Ready Elliot?" I ask my friend, or as I like to call him my "wingman". We walk into the club. "Remember, no stealing away the girl I want." I say. "Alright Austin."

When we walked into the club I thought it was understood, mmm, hmm
It was my turn tonight and it was your job to make me look good
Then I pointed out that sweet little beauty in black, yes I did
I sent you over with a couple of drinks and you never came back

"Elliot, look at that short little brunette, in that short strapless black dress, with black heels." I say. "Yeah I see her." He says. "I want her." I go order two beers, and hand them to Elliot. 'Now go make me look good." he goes and after twenty minutes he still didn't come back and the next thing I saw was he was dancing with her.

You were supposed to be my wingman
Wasn't that your game plan
You take the grenade, and I'll take the fox
Supposed to talk me up bro
No matter what so
Don't go tellin' me you must've forgot
You waltzed her off the dance floor
Right out the back door
Leaving me to go it alone
You're supposed to be my wingman
But the only thing that it should've been me
That's taking her home

I see him waltz her off the dance floor, and right out the back door. I start thinking: "How can this happen? It should be me that's taking her home."

Shortly after you left, I was cussing your name, hell I was
When her ugly girlfriend comes over starts working her game, mmm
And I couldn't scare her off no matter what I'd said, nah, no
I was thinkin' I'm the one that should be kissing on that cutie instead

"Damn you Elliot!" I say angrily. The next thing that happens, I see her not so pretty friend is standing next to me, talking to me. "Hi! My name is Cassidy." She says. "Sorry, but I'm not intersested." I say. "That's ok." She says, not moving from her spot. I start thinking: "I'm the one that should be kissing on that cutie instead."

Whoa
They say, all is fair in love and war
And all in time I'm gonna settle that score
It ain't win or lose, it's how you play the game
If I was in your shoes, I might've done it just the same

"Well, I guess it's all how you play the game, and if I was in Elliot's shoes I might've done it just the same." I think.

You waltzed her off the dance floor
Right out the back door
Leaving me to go it alone
You're supposed to be my wingman
But the only thing man it should've been me
That's taking her home
Is taking her home, ohh
You were supposed to be my wingman, mmm, mmm

I call Elliot the next morning, and ask "What happened last night? I wanted her!" "I guess I must've forgot." He said.