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Ally's POV
"OOF" I said as I hit the wood floor of my bedroom, "Owww!" I looked up to see Austin's concerned face looking down at me, trying his hardest not to laugh.
"Babe, are you okay?" He asked in between laughs. I stood up, glaring at him.
"Haha, so funny. I'm fine," I said, while rolling my eyes out. Austin wrapped his arms around me, and kissed the top of my head.
"I'm sowwy," he said in a baby voice. I looked up at him, and rolled my eyes again.
"Whatever," he kissed my cheek, and let go of me. "So is there any particular reason you woke me up at," I glanced at my clock, "8:45, on my day off." I groaned, flopping back on my bed, shoving my face in my pillow. I felt Austin lay down next to me, so I looked at him. He pushed a piece of tangled hair out of my face.
"It's Saturday, remember? I promised my fans that Girlfriend Tag video up later today."
I sighed. Oh yeah. I getting out of my bed, I trudged to my closet. "Let me make myself look decent, and then we can film it in my basement."
"We're not going to Sonic Boom?"
"Nah, I really don't feel like leaving the house today." Austin rolled his eyes.
"Okay, I'll be downstairs waiting." He dramatically exited my room. I grabbed some clothes out of my closet, and walked into my bathroom to take a shower. A half an hour later I was opening the door to my finished basement, where I heard Austin playing the piano we had down there.
"Hey," I said. He screeched, and I started laughing.
"Haha," he said. He stood up and walked over to my, grabbing my hips he threw me over his shoulder and walked me over the couch, where the camera was on its stand, right in front of it.
"AUSTIN," I shouted, while banging on his back, "put me down!"
"If you say so," he threw me on the couch and sat down by my feet. I pushed myself upwards and leaned against the armrest, and put my feet on Austin's lap. That was a bad idea, considering I wasn't wearing shoes, he decided to tickle my feet, which lead me to start flailing my legs. Bad idea.
"Shit," Austin groaned and rolled off the couch, holding his groin. My eyes widen, and I started laughing so hard.
"Oh my gosh, Austin are you okay?" I laughed after each word. "I'm sorry," He stood, up, his face was a little flushed from pain. He decided to sit on me in revenge.
"Austin, get off of me, I'm sorry!" I said, trying to push him off, "Austin," I whined, "we have a video to make." He sighed, and got off of me. I stood up, adjusted my top and went to fix my hair, but Austin beat me too it. Pushing a stray hair behind my ear, he leaned in to give me a short peck.
"You look beautiful," He said, I looked down my outfit, back to him, and then at our feet and blushed. Even after 9 months together, I still get that rush of butterflies each time we touch.
He lifted my chin to make our eyes meet. "We match," I said. He looked down at his navy blue and pink plaid shirt, and then to my outfit (1).
"Well, look at that, we do," he laughed. I sat down on the couch well Austin went to start the camera. I pulled up the questions on his Iphone and crossed my legs Indian-style on the couch. When I felt him sit next to me I looked up to the camera.
"Hey guys! I know you've all wanted a girlfriend tag video, so here it is!" Austin started, and then gestured to me, "you all know Ally, my partner-slash- best friend- slash- girlfriend," I smiled at him and then to the camera.
"Hi," I waved.
"Okay, let's get started, what's the first question?" I looked down at his phone.
"Uh, where did we meet?"
"We met at Sonic Boom."
"Yeah, you were playing the drums with corndogs." I glared at him. He put his arms up in defense.
"There's no sign for that."
"There shouldn't have to be a sign to not play drums with corndogs." He rolled his eyes, and took the phone from my hand.
"What was your first impression of me?" My eyes widened a bit and I bit my lip.
"Well," I said, and my voice got high, "I thought you were a reckless, cocky teenager at first." He put a hand to his heart.
"Ouch, right in the heart Als," I rolled my eyes and kissed his cheek.
"What was your first impression of me, Mr. hotshot?" I said.
"I thought you were a dork ,but not like a dork-dork, like a cute-dork. I thought you were adorkable. I'm taking credit for that word," he shouted to the camera.
"Austin, I've heard the word adorkable before you said it," his face fell.
"Darn," he said. "Anyway, third question." I looked over his shoulder.
"What's one habit of each other," I read.
"You ramble a lot," Austin said. "I mean I don't classify that as weird, but you ramble."
"I do not ramble!" I said, "I mean sometimes I talk to much when I get nervous, or excited, and I like to ask questions a lot along with the fact that when I get nervous I ask questions that don't ma-" I was cut off by a large hand and a pair of eyes that were saying I told you so. Austin removed his hand, "Okay, so maybe I do ramble a little."
"Okay, what's my habit?" I thought for a second, before snapping my fingers.
"You hate it when your hair is messed up. You freak out about it."
"I do not," he said. To prove my point, I took his navy blue beanie off his head, resulting in his hair sticking up all over. I decided to put his beanie on while waiting for him to freak out. After a few seconds, Austin's arms flung to his head and he flattened his blond locks.
"See," I said. He rolled his eyes, "I really like this beanie by the way, I'm keeping it."
"Okay," he shrugged, "it looks better on you anyway," I smiled.
"Question number quarto, 4, How long have we been together," he read.
"9 month," Austin and I said in unison, but Austin continued with, "2 weeks and 6 days."
"So specific," I said, and Austin smirked.
"I try, I try," he pulled the phone out of my hand, but I reached up to get it.
"Noooo," I whined. He held the phone up.
"Come get it if you want it," he teased. I crawled over him to get it, unfortunately, I fell, and latched on to Austin, which resulted us falling off the couch and on to the floor. We knocked the camera to the floor when we landed, and it fell, still angled on us.
"Well, hello," Austin said from his position on top of me. I grabbed the phone out of his hand and used my other hand to push his face away from mine. I stood up to fix the camera.
"We can edit that out later," I say.
"No, let's leave it in, who cares, anyway? We're adorable," I rolled my eyes, and Austin picked me up by the waist and sat us down on the couch. Me in his lap.
"Whatever," I said, and we laughed after a second of silence. "Question 5 says favorite feature, physically and personality-wise," I read.
"Ok," he says, "Physical trait," I roll my eyes.
"Of course that's first," I muttered, adding a laugh so it wasn't so serious.
"I love your hair. It's so soft and I love that you always have it down so I can run my fingers through it. I also love your eyes, and your cheeks, and your lips. And your bu-"
"OKAYY!" I cut him off, and he laughed, "Personality-wise?"
"I said this earlier, but I love your dorkiness. I love that about you, it's one of my favorite things." I mentally awed, and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"I love the fact that you're such a sweetheart, he really is," I said to the camera. "I also love your hands, because they're so soft, even though you play guitar."
He lifted his hand off my leg to examine it, I just laughed and intertwined our fingers. "What would I eat everyday if I could?"
"Pancakes."
"Pickles."
"Too easy," we said.
"3 things I'm good at and bad at," Austin says.
"Your good at playing instruments," I said, "obviously, and your good at dancing, and your really good at making me laugh."
"That's because you laugh at everything!" He turned to the camera, "she laughs at everything! Check this out, Ally, How do you organize a space party? You Planet."
I thought for a second, and then it clicked, and I started laughing. Leaning into to Austin's neck, I hear him say, "See!" I ignore it though, cause I'm too busy laughing.
"It's not even funny!" he says.
"Yes it is!" I laugh, we bicker for a minute, until the moment passes.
"Okay, we should move on to you, because I'm not bad at anything."
"Woah, hold up, I can name a few things," I said.
"Okay, like what?"
"You're bad at geography-"
"Well come on, who knew there were TWO Portlands!" I readjusted myself, sitting next to him, with my legs criss-crossed.
" You're bad a writing songs-"
"I'm getting better!"
"And you're bad at making decisions."
"It's not my fault I wanted a cheeseburger when I ordered, but wasn't feeling it when I got it!" I smirked at him.
"My point exactly."
"Well, you're a bad dancer."
"Let's establish things we don't know."
"You're bad at…" I smirked at him. "Okay, you win, I can't think of anything else."
"I can say that you're good at writing songs, and you're good at school, and you're good at playing piano." I rolled my eyes. "3 questions left, number 7 says, what size shoe do I where?"
"You have really small feet," he says, lifting my foot off, "You where what like, a 7?" I nod.
"Yup, and you wear like, an 11."
"Close, I wear 10 1/2s." I roll my eyes.
"Who wears the pants in the relationship?"
"Me," Austin says. My eyes widened.
"Please, hun, you're whipped. You do not wear the pants in our relationship." He rolled his eyes.
"And you do?"
"I never said that, I just said you don't."
"So then which one of us wears the pants?"
"Neither of us! I'd say we equally dominate each other."
"Whatever," he sighs, "what's the next question," I give him the phone, "My favorite kind of music, easy, Ally loves my music." I shove his shoulder gently.
"Sure, I know you love Queen and Rolling Stones."
"I do, I also love Ally Dawson's music."
"Stop it!" I say.
"Why, just being a supportive boyfriend!" I roll my eyes, and he leans down to kiss me on the cheek.
"Last Question," I say, "What is each other's middle name?" I started laughing, and Austin started groaning.
"Can we skip this one? " I shake my head.
"Nope, come on, you can go first, what's my middle name?" I smirk.
"Marie," he says. "AND THAT'S THE END!"
"No, it's not! Austin's middle name is-" his hand covered my mouth.
"I'm not letting you tell them, licking my hand won't make me let go." I sigh, and he carefully removes his hand.
"It's Monica," I quickly get off the couch and run away from Austin, who begins to chase me. All that's heard on the camera is my laughing and Austin going, "You're so not funny! I want my beanie back now!"
"Well too bad, I'm not giving it back!"
The End! I don't really like the ending to much, but oh well, tell me what you think! Also, I have another one-shot, If He Auditioned For X-Factor, if you could check that out that would be awesome! I have a poll on whether or not I should add a second chapter to it going on, and it ends next week!
(1) Ally's outfit: cgi/set?id=101225869