Hiiii!
I wrote another ficcy! Yay~ Anyhoo, I'd like to thank everyone that read my first fanfic, you guys truly made my day! I love you guys so very much! *sniffle* ;~;
I'm sorry it's short. And this will probably be a 2 or 3 shot. We'll see. :3
Now, mes chéris, please do enjoy reading this! ^^

Disclaimer : I do not own Austin & Ally nor the song 123 by Craig Smart! ...Don't rub it in...

There she was. Again. Smiling and giggling with him. That stupid thing she called Dallas.

Austin crushed the empty soda can in his hand, in anger, at that stupid name. Austin was a much better name then Dallas. But that's not the only reason why Austin hated him. It's because of him, Ally didn't spend time with Austin anymore. Because of him, Ally is more distant from Austin. Because of that demon, Ally's too busy to write songs for him! His career was as good as gone.

"Dude, are you ok?"

Austin snapped out of his thoughts by the voice of his best friend, Dez. He dropped the can on the table they were currently occupying and sighed.

"Yeah. I'm fine."

"No you're not. It's about Ally isn't it?" Dez asked.

"…Yes…"

"Austin, why can't you just tell her you like her."

"Easier said than done." Austin muttered, looking down at his uneaten pancakes. Just then Trish came and took a seat at their table.

"Hey Austin!" She greeted, then looked towards Dez. "Ginger."

"Curly Shirley!" Dez shot back.

"Window burger eater!"

"Well at least I don't get fired all the time!"

"Oh yeah-"

"Guys! Stop it!" Austin shouted.

"Sorry…" They both said in unison. Austin buried his head in his crossed arms, which were supported by the table. His head was hurting from the thoughts that piled up in his head. His career, bickering friends, and most importantly Ally. Austin groaned, there she was again. She would somehow sneak into his mind and then he wouldn't be able to concentrate on anything.

"What's wrong with him?" Trish whispered to Dez.

"Nothing, he wouldn't even tell me." Dez answered, trying his best to keep his cool. He couldn't tell Trish, of all people, that Austin had a crush on Ally. It would be the Mrs. Pennyworth incident all over again. And we all know how great that went.

"Dez," Trish started. "Your gingerbread men might not be here this time, but your face is."

"What? You're going to eat my face?" Dez exclaimed, horrified.

Trish blushed noticeably. "Ew no! I meant I was going to punch your face!"

"Oh. Still, I don't know what made Austin so upset."

"Dez." Trish said, but with more venom this time.

"Seriously I don't know!" Dez defended his best friend. Trish beginning to get frustrated, raised up her balled fist, ready to smash his face. Dez whimpered.

"Trish, stop." A soft muffled voice demanded. The duo looked at the blonde haired singer, who still hid his face in his arms. "Don't hurt Dez."

Trish dropped her fist and sat back down in her chair. "But he wouldn't tell me what's wrong with y-"

"I love Ally." He said, picking up his head and looking at both of them.

She looked shocked. "W-what?"

"You heard me, I love Ally."

"…You do?" Trish asked and in response Austin nodded. "Well then… That's great! When are you going to tell her?" She asked, excited.

"Never." He deadpanned, pushing his food away and getting up from his chair.

"Why not?" Trish whined, following him.

"Because."

"Because is not an answer."

"It is to me."

"Austin, listen." Trish said, softly. "Ally has been your best friend for what, four years now? I'm sure you can tell her anything."

"Yeah yeah. I heard that best friend for four years crap before, but that does not mean I could just stroll up to her and say 'Hey, Ally. I really like you. Would you please be my damn girlfriend?' It's not easy Trish! What if… What if she rejects me and then we'll never be friends again!" He frowned at the thought of it.

"Okay, that's a bit exaggerated. Plus Ally is not like that!"

Austin said nothing and stared at his feet.

"Say," Dez spoke up. "What made you love Ally in the first place?"

"There's a whole bunch of things, really." Austin smiled. "First her beautiful honey brown eyes. Then the way her hair flows down her smooth shoulders. Her sweet and selfless att-"

"Okay!" Dez cut him off, pretending to gag. "We get the point, dude."

Austin chuckled. "I'm sorry. I get kind of carried away when talking about her."

"No chizz." His friend said, causing Trish to laugh lightly.

"It's just that… Loving her is like the air that I breathe." He sighed, lovingly. "And trust me, it's much easier than 1 2 3." He paused for a second. "Did I just-"

"Did you just-" Dez started but Trish cut him off.

"Austin! You just created lyrics for a song!"

"Dude! I'm so proud of you!" Dez cried, joyfully. He ripped off his pants, leaving him in his bright yellow boxers, and handed it over to Austin. "Here you go, buddy." He sniffled and left. Leaving the young singer and manager to gape behind him.

"Does he realize that he just ripped off his pants in public?" A wide eyed Trish asked.

"I-I don't think so…" Austin answered.

Trish coughed, awkwardly, and faced Austin. "I have to get back to my work."

"When were you supposed to be there?"

"8 am. And now it's," She looked down at her watch. "5 pm. Hah, where does the time go by! See ya, Austin!" She waved, leaving him behind.

He chuckled and made his back to Sonic Boom. Not finding Ally downstairs, he went up to their practice room. He didn't find Ally there either. Guessing she would come by later, he sat down in front of the piano. Austin ran his fingers across the pearly white keys, the lyrics from before popping up in his mind.

"Loving you," He closed his eyes, beginning softly, pressing on the keys. "It's just like the air that I breathe. It comes to me so naturally, it's easier then 1 2 3." He opened his eyes and heaved a sigh. What did Ally do to him? He wasn't the type to get love struck so badly. He doesn't write songs, especially about love, she does. About Dallas.

He frowned, there's that dumb name, again. Why couldn't Dallas just… just… disappear! It would be much better that way. Austin shook his head. He had no time for childish wishes like that, not like they would come true anyways. Plus he had a song to work on. For her.

And hopefully with that song he could win her over. He just had to.

Hope you liked it! Review, please! I'd love to hear what you guys have to say~
And the next chapter will be up... next week? :S
See ya then! -'w'-