"AH! A-Austin! Give m-me more!" Lemon screamed as Austin squeezed all of his juice into the cup.
"You like that baby?"
"MMM, YUSSSSS!"
"I'LL GIVE YOU MORE THEN," Austin yelled sexily at Lemon, his hands continuing to juice Lemon.
"Austin! What are you doing?" Ally came running in.
"GET OUT BEHBEH, AUSTIN IS MINE," Lemon screamed at Ally, who, in return, got pissed.
Ally charged at Lemon when a hand stopped her, "Ally," Austin looked at Ally with a serious face, "You've gotta' accept that I've moved on now. Mr. Lemon is who I love."
"Austin," Ally looked up at Austin, tears threatening to fall.
"I'm sorry Ally, but you've gotta' forget about, y'know... us."
"AUSTIN BEHBEH, GET YO SEXAY HANDY HANDS BACK HERE. MHMMM."
"Yes, hun'! I gotta' go, Ally."
Ally couldn't believe this. What did Mr. Lemon have that she didn't? She wanted Austin, and she was determined to have her way.
"Hey, Ally, can you watch Lemon for me? I need to get out the table for our Lemonade stand."
"Sure, thing, Austin... Sure thing."
"Hey, Lemon," Ally looked at Lemon, evil-ness detected in her eyes.
"GET AWAY ALLY-AHHHH," Ally punched Lemon repeatedly.
"Ally, what's going on-"
Ally turned around to see Austin staring at her. It didn't look good. Her punching his beloved fruit. She would surely hear Hell from him about this.
"Oh, you wanna' help with the Lemonade stand?"
"NO I WANT TO HAVE SHEXAY TIMES WITH YOU."
"OH OKAY."
Austin and Ally hopped away and did the deed, leaving Lemon hanging.
"SO DEZ BABY-"