A/N: Okay so I have like 5 different ideas going through my head right now. This one's old and I forgot about it so I'm gonna type it up now. Oh and this whole story is in Austin's POV and I changed some things so he's kinda OOC. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Austin and Ally. If you think I do, you need to be checked by a mental doctor.
Everybody's got somebody but me. You'd think, 'oh no Austin. That can't be true! You're a handsome blonde.' Well let me tell you it is entirely
possible. I'm a single sixteen year old boy. And I'm not a shut in or anything like that. Video games aren't my life and blood scares me. I don't wolf
down food like it's the last supper and I enjoy collecting shoes. My middle names Monica and No, I don't plan on changing it. I'm sorry that I'm not
a jerk to girls but I was raised to be polite and I'm not changing to fit in. Those things make me the odd man out in the dating game. I'm not sorry
about my secret though. Don't tell anyone, but I think I'm in love with my best friend. EW not Dez. Wow that would be weird. I'm in love with Ally.
Whenever I'm around her I'm tongue tied, have two left feet and sweat like I'm in a tub of hot lava while sitting on hot coals. While in a sauna.
Yes it's that bad. The only problem is her boyfriend, Dallas. Yeah yeah, I should be happy for her, I'm a bad best friend, whatever blah blah blah. I
wish he would go die in a hole. And while I'm actually very good at concealing my feelings, I (again) have problems around Ally. It's like I'm seeing
a giant Christmas ornament, red and green. I tend to storm out of Sonic Boom only to find Ally following me and dragging me back to everyone
else. As I said before everybody has somebody but me. Ally has Dallas, Trish has Dez, and Lester has Alicia. Oh Alicia is his girlfriend. She's
actually really pretty and Ally once joked that if Mr. Dawson didn't propose to her, she would. And poor Austin is left to fend for himself. Woe is me.
And then one day, I messed up everything. I mighta, sorta, kinda told Ally I had feelings for her while we were writing a song. In my defense she
was writing a love song and I asked who for and it became a hoopla. Yes I just said hoopla. When she said Dallas, I freaked out. Like A. LOT. I
flipped tables, benches, potted plants, and frankly just went on a rampage. I then proceeded to scream at Ally that I loved her and ran home. No
one followed me this time, and I didn't go back to Sonic Boom. It's her turn. And I'm not going back until she tells me how she feels about me.
While it turns out I didn't have to wait long. The next day I had about twenty calls from Ally and maybe fifteen texts. I was done with the silent
treatment and maybe I just plain forgot it, so I texted her back. And you know what? We're all good now, ten years later. In fact we're better
than good if you know what I mean. She's my girlfriend, soon to be wife, and my beautiful, talented, songwriter.
A/N- Mmmm. That was nice to write. LOL I know it sucked horribly but I just had to throw it in the internet wind. And maybe just maybe we'll make it to 1,000 stories soon?