(A/N - Hey guys! Coming at you with a third story! I am going to continue with 'Falling for Her' as well. Check out my other stories, "Falling for Her" and "Accidentally in Love". Oh yeah, and REVIEW! :D )

Disclaimer: I don't own Austin and Ally, and I am only saying that once...

"Trish, can we leave yet?" I asked, growing impatient already. We were at the beach, since it was Trish's day to pick something to do. If it were my choice, we would be cloud watching in the park. Anyway, I hate the beach - I have never had good experiences here.

"Ally, we just got here," Trish complained, rolling her eyes. It was true that we had only been here for five minutes, but that was five minutes too many for me. "Just sit down, relax, and maybe even get a tan."

"Trish, I hope you put sunscreen on," I warned, as I applied my third coat of SPF 50. Trish shook her head at me, and layed down on her towel. I sighed and grabbed my songbook, hoping to find some inspiration for a song. I began quietly humming a tune, scrawling out lyrics as quick as I could. Trish was lightly snoring next to me, and I was actually beginning to calm down a bit - maybe today wouldn't be such a bad day at the beach after all.

Suddenly, I heard a voice call out, "Incoming!" and saw a flash of neon green. Just as quickly, I felt a sharp pain in my nose, which soon began throbbing. I brushed my nose with my hand, and when I pulled away, noticed my fingers were covered in blood. Great.

"Hey," a voice said. I looked up to see a tan boy with dark hair gazing down at me. He was really cute. I smiled, then winced in pain. "Can we have our frisbee back?" I'm sure my jaw literally hit the sand in front of me as I passed him the bright disk. He nodded and ran off in the other direction, back to a group of boys. He didn't even ask if I was alright or try to help!

Fuming, I stood up and found myself looking up into the brown eyes of a tall, blonde boy. "Are you okay?" he asked, worry evident in his voice. He was even cuter than the last guy. I nodded my head and looked at the ground. "I am so sorry about that. And I'm sorry that Dallas didn't even try to help. Here, let's go get some napkins and ice."

He put his hand on my back and led me to the bar near the beach. I watched as he motioned towards me, and the bartender nodded, thrusting a stack of napkins at us. He got a rag and a cup of ice as well. "I'm so embarrassed," I muttered, wishing that I hadn't come to the beach with Trish.

"Same here," the boy said. "I'm the one that threw that frisbee. I feel terrible, you probably hate me."

I shook my head. He cupped one hand under my chin to steady my head as he gingerly wiped the blood away from my nose and mouth. Then he put some ice cubes in the rag, and started to hold it to my nose. "You don't have to help, you know," I said around the cloth. "I'm sure you have plenty of friends to get back to."

"Actually I do need to," he said. "I'm the one who whacked you in the face. Plus, I really want to." I was so glad that there was a rag covering most of my face right now, because I'm sure that my entire face was covered in a blush. "So, I'm Austin Moon. What is your name?"

"Ally Dawson," I smiled, knowing he probably couldn't see it past the makeshift icepack. "Nice to meet you."

"You too," he said. "You have a really nice smile by the way." I blushed again, and my cheeks got even brighter when he took the ice away to inspect my nose. I could tell that he knew I was blushing. "Aw," he said lightly.

I honestly don't think my face could get any brighter at the moment. I looked over and got my first real glimpse of him. He was tall, at least eight inches above me. His bright blonde hair was slightly floppy, and his brown eyes were extremely innocent. His nose was the perfect size, and the grin he was giving me could honestly melt any girl like butter on a hot pancake. "Your smile is pretty great, too," I said, immediately wishing I hadn't said it out loud.

"Thank you," he said, his grin getting even bigger. Okay, this boy was honestly too gorgeous. Plus, he seems really nice. Why is he still hanging around a girl like me? "Your nose doesn't look too beat up."

"Well, I guess I should go home," I said, sighing. I looked up and saw the grin wiped off Austin's face. There was a trace of something in his eyes - was that disappointment? No, it couldn't be. There's really nothing special about me. I'm just Ally Dawson, a plain Jane.

"Oh," he said, looking down. "Do you want me to drive you anywhere or anything? I feel really bad still, it's the least I can do."

"That would be awesome," I said, hesitantly. "But I don't want you to feel like you have to do this."

"Have to do what?" he asked, a quizzical look on his face. I didn't think he could get any cuter, but I was obviously wrong.

"Take care of me," I said. "Helping me, driving me, being nice to me - I just don't want you doing that if you feel like you need to."

He gave me a small smile, maybe even a shy one. "I know I don't have to," he said. "But I really want to." I smiled back, bubbling with excitement as he led me to a cherry red convertible. He opened the door for me, like a gentleman, and I climbed in. Thank goodness my nose stopped bleeding. "Where to?"

I thought about it. "You know the music store at the mall, the Sonic Boom?" I asked. He nodded his head. "Can you take me there? I want to check in with my dad."

"Your dad is the owner of the music store?" he asked, excitedly, pulling out of the parking lot and heading towards the mall. I nodded my head. "Lester is such a cool dude! And you work at the counter a lot, right? I knew that you looked familiar."

"You come in the store?" I asked. He grinned and nodded. I hadn't seen him before - I would remember if I had. "So you like music?"

"I love it," he said. I could hear the passion in his voice. "I sing, and I can play just about every instrument. What do you play? Obviously you play something, since your father owns a music shop."

I smiled, already feeling comfortable around this new boy. "Every instrument," I said shyly. "And I sing and write songs - but not in front of people. I have terrible stage fright."

"That's too bad," he said, pulling into the mall parking lot. The ride was over far too soon. "I'm sure you're really talented." He stepped out of the car and opened my door for me again, even offering me his hand to help me out of the car. I gladly accepted, and he placed his hand on my back as we walked towards the Sonic Boom. "I'm gonna say hey to your dad."

I nodded and we walked into the music shop. "Hey Ally-Cat," my father called, looking up. "Hey, Austin."

Austin gave him a 'sup' nod and a wave. "Hey Mr. D," he called back.

"Allyson Marie Dawson," my father exclaimed, running over to us. He gently touched my bruised nose, which was still in immense pain. "What happened to you?"

I started to speak, but Austin beat me to it. "This is my fault, sir," he said, surprising me with his manners. "I accidently hit Ally in the face with a bad frisbee throw."

My dad turned to me, and I nodded. "Well, that's alright," he sighed. "I'm sure with some ice and a few days, her nose will be fine again."

"Right," Austin chimed in. "She'll be back to her pretty, non-bruised self." Did he just call me pretty? Aw. My dad raised his eyebrows, and I saw his gaze fall on Austin's hand which was placed lightly between my shoulder blades.

"So, uh," Dad said, gesturing towards us. "You two are...?" He trailed off and I blushed, embarrassed that my dad basically just asked if a boy and I were dating, when the boy was right there.

"Friends," I said, not even sure if I could use that word. We just met. The grin on Austin's face reassured me that we were friends, though.

"Right," Austin said. He shot me a smile, and I immediately relaxed. "Well, I guess I should start heading home. Bye Mr. D." He nodded at my father, who smiled and waved. Then Austin turned to me. "See you soon, Ally," he said, shooting me another smile that made me weak in the knees. He waved and headed out the door, back to the parking lot.

"So," my dad started. "You like him?" I blushed for what seemed like the millionth time that day.

"Dad," I groaned.

"I'm just saying, Ally," My father said, giving me a small smile. "I don't want my baby girl dating. But, if I were to give you permission to date someone, it would be him." He winked, then headed back upstairs, leaving me to tend to the shop. I let the happenings of the past hour replay in my mind, over and over again.

(A/N - Okay, so what do you think? :D I really hope you like it! Read it, review it, PM me, just do it! Hehe, that rhymed. Okay, now do that! Seriously! If you don't review, I won't know if I should continue, so... thanks!)