I'm aware that at least one other person has written a fic containing oneshots about Austin and Ally, but I had already written this and gotten my head stuck on the idea of doing this by the time I realized someone already had. So, I'm going to post this and see how it goes.

Most of these oneshots are Austin/Ally friendship or Auslly, though I might do a couple about all of Team Austin or Trish/Dez or something. I have no idea how many chapters there will be.

Chapter 1 summary: was she his babysitter? His playtoy to keep him entertained? Ally's trying to work on her homework, but Austin's bored. And when Austin's bored, nothing productive gets done.

"Austin," Ally gritted her teeth to hold in her annoyance when she felt something bounce off her neck and heard her friend whisper 'bulleye' under his breath. "Stop."

She thought he had, until she felt something else hit her, blowing her much-needed concentration from her AP Calculus homework. "Seriously, Austin."

He didn't say anything in return, so she assumed that meant he would actually stop using her as a practice target and let her get back to work.

Oh, how wrong she was.

"Austin," she finally turned to him when she was hit yet again with another pebble (where did he even get pebbles?).

Austin grinned innocently. "Yes?"

"Stop. Throwing. Pebbles," she told him in the same tone she used when someone (almost always Austin) tried to touch her book.

Austin shook his head, clearly not ready to give up his plan on driving Ally Dawson to the point of insanity.

In two minutes, he was already halfway there.

"Can't you go play with Dez?" Ally practically begged.

"He's at a family dinner," the whining was evident in Austin's tone. So was the over-exaggerated loneliness and the easily implied 'play with me'.

"Well, find Trish to play with you."

"She's working at Natalie's Nail Salon. Besides, she's not as fun as you."

Ally brushed off the compliment with ease. She knew Austin was just trying to butter her up with flattering compliments so she would keep him entertained.

She wasn't falling for it.

"Why don't you go play a free concert at the beach or something? That will keep you busy until I finish this."

Austin stared at her like she was mentally ill for suggesting such a thing. "It's the middle of a school week, Ally. Nobody's going to be at the beach."

"Go find a fan to entertain you. I'm sure you have plenty who will volunteer," she mumbled the last part under her breath.

She wasn't jealous, oh no, of course not. She just hated that almost everytime they tried to go somewhere, Austin (and by default, the rest of them) were bombarded with screaming girls.

Austin visibly shivered. "Are you serious? They will maul me!"

"WIth what? Lipstick?" Ally asked dryly, trying and failing to focus on her math. She didn't want to give Austin the satisfaction of knowing she couldn't focus, so she kept her eyes on her paper.

Out of the corner of her eye, Ally could see his eyes comically wide with horror as he stared at her, shocked she was even trying to joke about his obsessed fans. "I'm serious, Ally! You know how crazy they get!"

Ally threw her pencil down and spun in her seat to face her distracting partner. "Austin, I'm not some play toy who's mission in life is to keep you entertained."

Austin paused as he studied her and Ally took that as her cue to continue working on number twenty-seven.

Over halfway done! She really wanted to go find that Jimmy Johnson from third grade and shove her homework in his face, proving girls actually could do math. She wouldn't, of course. That would be completely rude (she heard he was in juvie these days anyway, and who really wanted to go there?).

Finally. Absolute silence.

Until...

"Are you going to take a break from your boring homework?"

She sighed.

He only lasted six seconds.

"It's not boring," Ally defended, only half-heartedly.

A complete lie.

She hated Calculus with a burning passion but it looked really good on her transcript to take all AP classes and alot of math classes. So she was unfortunately stuck with Mr. Powell (her least favorite teacher who was a total sexist pig and leered at all the girls) for the rest of the semester.

But Austin didn't need to know that.

Judging by the smirk covering his face, he already did.

She really needed to learn how to lie.

"Okay, so maybe it's a little boring," Ally relucantly admitted.

Austin knew she thought it was more than a little boring. Ally Dawson might have been the queen of Dorkville (and it's neighbor Clumsy Town but that was a completely different story), but even she didn't enjoy doing fifty-three advanced math problems that were due in twelve hours and forty-two minutes (but who was keeping track of the time?).

Sometimes she thought he knew her better than she knew herself. Then again, she knew him just as well.

She knew he loved pancakes anytime, day or night.

Ally knew he was kind of superstitous and he believed picking up even just one penny laying heads down could ruin his career with it's bad luck.

Or no matter how much he owed to his fans and no matter how much he appreciated them, he didn't enjoy being chased by a mob of screaming fangirls.

And that a big part of why he did what he did (besides loving the rush of preforming in front of large crowds) was to prove to his dad that he could really make it in the music industry.

The duties of being a best friend, she supposed, was to know all of that and so much more.

"So you'll take a break?" Austin asked, hopeful of her answer.

Hope all you want, rockstar, but she really needed to get this done.

"Nope," she replied, popping the 'p'.

Was it bad that she felt satisfaction in saying no to Austin Moon and his big freakin' puppy eyes that always made her want to say yes?

No way was he guilting her into not doing homework assignments and especially not with those damn eyes that could make her melt into a pile of goo.

Austin's hopeful face fell before being replaced with a challenging (and incredibly sexy- but that was beside the point) look. "Then it's war, Ms. Dawson."

Ally groaned when she realized he wasn't giving up.

"Please, Austin. I really need to get this done."

Austin glanced at the homework he would never be able to understand (maybe he had a twin halfway around the world that couldn't sing but was instead a mathematics genius). "You are already halfway done. That definitely deserves a break!"

"Austin."

"Ally," Austin replied in the same condescending tone she used.

"I need to finish my homework."

"You need to have fun. Doctor's orders."

Ally rolled her eyes. "Austin, just because you have a distant cousin that is a doctor doesn't mean you get to run around giving 'doctor's orders'."

Austin pouted, the effect completed with crossed arms. "I used to be close to him."

"Get a PhD and then you can tell me what's good for my health."

Austin groaned. "Come on, Ally. You used to be fun."

She tried really hard not to be offended by that remark.

"I'm still fun," she defended herself.

"Oh, really? When's the last time you let loose? Where you didn't think about school or homework or work or chores or writing songs?"

Cue the crickets.

Okay, maybe he had a point. But she still needed to do her homework.

Austin must have read her thoughts (note to self: she really needed to improve her lying skills and develop a better mask) because before Ally realized what he he was doing, he had snatched her homework and started to run around the store.

"Austin!"

Ally stared at him as he stopped at the top of the stairs. "Oh, I'm sorry," he so wasn't sorry. "Do you want this back?"

"Yes," she replied in her rarely used 'duh' tone (it's not nice to make others feel stupid).

Austin walked down the stairs slowly, not taking his eyes away from Ally. He stopped when he was about three feet away.

She inwardly sighed when she saw the michievous look and the grin he was trying so hard to hide. She was almost expecting his next sentence.

"If you want it, you better come get it!"

Almost expecting it, but definitely not enough to prepare for Austin's lightening fast speed (if he wasn't so serious about music, he would definitely excel in the school track team!).

Ally hopped off the counter and tried to sprint after her partner. She chased him as he ran behind the piano and dashed between the rack of tubas and the stand filled with flute pieces. She followed him as he ran around the counter three times before sprinting out the door.

"I'm going to kill him," Ally murmured as she stared at his quickly retreating figure before chasing after him.

The chase went on for about twenty minutes before Austin stopped running and Ally had managed to stay relatively close behind him the entire time.

"If I wasn't so tired, I would kill you right now," Ally managed to say in between pants.

She was a songwriter, not a runner.

"Does someone need to exercise more?" Austin teased.

He went to boop her nose but she slapped his hand away not very gently. "Don't patronize me, Austin Moon. Between work and school and writing songs for you, I don't exactly have a lot of free- ah!"

Her lecture was erupted by giggles as Austin pounced on her, tickling her sides. "Au-stin!" Ally squealed between bouts of laughter. "St-stop!"

Austin just grinned and continued to move his skilled fingers up and down her ticklish sides while she squeamed. After several minutes of Ally bouncing around, trying to get away from her partner while he continued his surprise tickle attack, Austin stopped his movements but didn't move his hands from her waist.

If anything, he held on tighter.

"I don't care what you say, you need to have more fun, Ally Dawson. And you need to laugh more."

Ally slowly pulled herself away from him to look in his eyes and her heart melted the way he was looking at her. "You know you're an idiot, right?" Her tone wasn't hurtful or insulting, instead it was playful and her eyes shined with fondness for him.

Austin returned her grin. "And you're my partner who needs to have more fun- and more exercise," he teased.

She glared at him. "That's it, Austin Moon."

Austin's eyes widened at the challenging glare in her eyes and he broke out into a sprint, Ally not far behind him.

They eventually ended up at Austin's house, stopping for water and deciding to watch Zaliens 3 while cuddled up on the couch, occassionally getting into a popcorn fight.

It didn't matter that there was no way she was going to finish her Calculus in time or that Mr. Powell would make some witty (and by witty, she meant completely stupid and sexist) remark about how women were incapable of finishing a homework assignment. All that mattered was that she was having fun.

Should I write more oneshots? Please review and tell me yes, no, or maybe!

Hannah:)