This is something similar to "The Best Times To Kiss A Girl" but it's in the form of Austin writing Ally a letter about 26 reasons why he loves her. I really like these kinds of stories so that's why I write them a lot.

Italics- A flashback type thingy I guess

Regular- Austin's lovely letter

I don't own Austin or Ally, unfortunatly.

26 Things I Love About You

1: You always smell good, even if it's just shampoo.

Ally, I love you. And I feel like I don't tell you this as often as you deserve to hear it. I mean I don't consider myself a bad boyfriend (I think I'm a decent one) and I hope I treat you well enough to know that I love you so much.

I just never seem to say it.

I guess it's just hard for me, to say these things to your face.

I love many things about you, and I couldn't even begin to make a list long enough to fit them all. It would go on for miles. But if you saw all the cute things you did, trust me, you wouldn't be able to number them all either.

These are just some of my favorites, so here we go. 26 things I absolutely adore about you.

You always smell so so soooo good, Ally. I mean always. Even if it's just the simple smell of your orange blossom shampoo, I can't get enough of your scent. Does that sound weird?

I remember the time you made me come shopping with you, boy I thought that would be a nightmare.

"Austin, come on! It won't take long, promise!" Ally begged.

"But Alllllllly," He groaned as she dragged him through the parking lot.

"Please, I really need a new dress for the school dance," She told Austin.

I'll admit, at first I would have rather died. My mom used to make me shop with her and I hated it, the bras always scared me.

"Can't I just hang out at the arcade and you can meet me when you're done?" He sighed.

"I want to spend time with you, with my time so taken up with the history club, Latin club, and mathletes and your time so consumed by basketball and performing we never see each-other," she pointed out.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," he finally agreed and let her pull him to their first stop: Claire's.

She looked at earrings, bracelets, necklaces.

I couldn't believe that girls could possibly use so many things. It seemed preposterous to me (thanks for those word of the week fruit roll ups by the way).

Finally she payed for her things and left, Austin thought the torture was over. But no, after Claire's it was 'Wet Seal'.

Wet Seal is a really stupid name for a store, just saying.

And after she finished there she dragged him on to Forever 21, and after that, the last stop. Macy's.

Why are so many stores named after girls?

She wandered around the store for a while picking up dresses. Then they made their way to the dressing room and Austin took a seat outside on a bench. He couldn't help but wonder how many other boyfriends were stuck sitting here while their girlfriends tried on clothes all day.

"How long will this take? I'm exhausted," Austin groaned.

"You're exhausted?" Ally laughed, "All you did all day was complain."

"Well that's very tiring, Ally," Austin scoffed.

"Okay, wait here while I try these on," she took the dresses draped over her arm and entered the dressing room, closing the door behind her.

Austin sat for 5 minutes, and then 5 turned to 10. By now he was bored and tired of waiting for her.

"Girls," he mumbled, rolling his eyes. Suddenly the area was filled with a sweet scent, not too strong. It was simple and quaint, it smelled like flowers and cherries and all kinds of wonderful things.

He let his nose lead him to where the smell was coming from. Peaking around a display he found his answer. A young girl, 13 maybe, was standing near some perfumes. She'd sprayed one and the smell drifted over to him.

He waited for her to leave and then walked over to the shelf, where he could see where she'd smelled the sample and left it. Vanilla Lace, it was called. He picked it up and sniffed it, just to be sure.

If Ally were a perfume, this is what she would be. It was perfect for her. Like someone took her essence and put it in a bottle and now he was holding it in his hand. She had to have this.

Austin stood up on his toes to glance over the shelf, sure enough the dressing room door was still closed. Lucky for him, the nearest cash register was only a few yards away.

He bought it and got a nice little bag for it, complete with a little satin ribbon.

Pleased with his work, he went back over to his seat outside the dressing room and patiently waited. After a few more minutes she came out, clad in a cute little pink dress.

"What do you think?" she asked, he could tell that she was happy with this one.

"Looks like you stole it from Ariana Grande's closet," he smiled.

"Is that a good thing?" she asked quickly.

"That's a great thing," he nodded. She hurried back into the dressing room and came back out minutes later with the dress over one arm.

"Let's go," she led him to the same cash register he had just come from.

"You again?" the woman looked at Austin suspiciously. He coughed nervously and waited for Ally to turn around before giving the universal 'shut up now' hand motion. She smiled, nodded, and rung up Ally's purchase.

He waited until they were seated outside the Pretzel Palace with two sets of pretzel bites in front of them before he put the small bag on the table.

"Austin," her eyes narrowed and a small smile appeared on her face.

"This reminded me of you, so I bought it," he pushed it across the table. She pulled it out and immediately burst into laughter, not quite the reaction he had been hoping for.

"Oh, Austin," she shook her head and wiped the tears from her eyes.

"What? What's so funny?" he asked defensively.

"Nothing, it's just... I think this reminded you of me because I have it at home," she smiled.

"Really?" he sighed.

"Yeah, sorry, but thank you anyways," she put the bottle down and grabbed his hands, "it was really sweet of you to do this. And besides, I was running low anyways."

"I guess," he shrugged.

"Come on," she stood up and slung her bags over her free arm, "let's go to the arcade."

"You mean it?" he jumped up.

"Yeah, I can totally beat you in Pac-Man," she pulled him down the food court.

"Ha, in your dreams," he rolled his eyes.

Ally, I love you more than anything. You know that.

But please,

please,

I'm literally begging here.

Never take me shopping again.

K bye *takes bow and leaves stage*.