A/N This idea was stuck in my head. I couldn't get it out so I decided to just write it down. I hope you like it.
disclaimer: id ont own austin and ally
There was a strawberry blonde standing right outside of Sonic Boom. Her back was against the glass window displaying neon colored trumpets and in her hands was her phone. She was texting someone and by the mischievous smile on her face, I guessed she was making another one her 'brilliant' schemes. Note the sarcasm.
I emerged from the shadows I was hiding from and greeted her.
"Hello Cassidy," I called out.
Startled, the blonde looked up from her phone. When she saw whom I was, her eyes immediately narrowed into slits.
"Dallas," she replied. Her voice was cold and calculating.
'Ouch' I thought.
Her eyes returned back to her phone and she started texting furiously.
"Who are you texting," I asked trying to glance over her shoulder.
Her shoulders immediately hunched and she blocked her IPhone 5 from my view.
"So the blonde decides to give the awesome Dallas Centineo the cold shoulder," I mused quietly but loud enough to let her hear.
Immediately, her back started shaking. I thought I had gone too far by calling her a blonde, as she hated it when people called her that, and I started apologizing.
"Look I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry. In fact you aren't much of a blonde. More of a brunette if you ask me. Or a ginger. Ginger is fine too," I rambled.
" What the heck Dallas? I wasn't crying," she said, bursting into laughter.
"Oh you weren't?" I asked weakly, my dumb expression apparently visible on my face, as Cassidy goes into another round of hysterics.
"No, I was stifling my laughter," Cassidy replied, her face as red as a tomato. "Or at least I was trying to."
"Why?" I asked carefully. You couldn't blame me for thinking Cassidy was crying because when it comes to Cass, you never know. Be prepared to expect the unexpected.
"Just the way how you said your last name. It sounded like centipede. And that I was trying to act mad at you. C'mere Barbie-boy. You deserve a real welcome. Or at least I do," she replied.
"Stop calling me Barbie-boy," I whined, while giving her one of my famous hugs.
"Anywhoo, you want to go get some coffee, Dallas? " she asked, breaking off the hug.
"Sure," I replied.
We walked to the closest Starbucks and sat on one of those bar stools.
"I'll have a cappuccino, and make it fast," Cassidy told the waiter.
"I'll have the same, please," I ordered, making sure to emphasize the please.
"Whatever," Cassidy scoffed.
We sat in complete silence. I looked around the Starbucks. It wasn't too fancy, but had the feel of home. It must have had something to do with the scent of cinnamon and sugar wafting around the shop. It looked oddly familiar. Suddenly, it hit me.
"Hey Cass," I said. Cassidy looked up.
"Yeah?" she questioned.
"This is where we first initiated Project Double A, remember?" I asked.
"Oh I remember. Those were good times," Cass said as a sudden look of realization dawned on her face.
"Yeah," I said.
We both stared off at a small table at the back of the shop. There was the table that Cass and me had initiated our plan to get Aussly together. The plan known as Project Double A.
(flashback)
Cassidy walked up to the cell phone accessory cart.
"Listen here, Centineo," Cassidy ordered.
Dallas looked up.
"Um, yes?" he questioned.
"I know you ship Auslly. I do too. We are probably the most likely to get Austin and Ally together though as we are both crushees of the crushers," Cassidy stated. "So meet me at Starbucks in half an hour. We are going to formulate a plan to get Auslly together! Got it?"
She marched away before Dallas could answer.
"Guess my lunch break is starting early," Dallas muttered, turning to a customer.
(at Starbucks)
Dallas and Cassidy sit down together at a table in the back of the shop.
"So I got all the steps already planned out," Cassidy stated.
"Then what's the point of me being here," Dallas questioned.
"I need you to uh distract Ally with your ugliness (no offense) so she can stop crushing on you," Cassidy deadpanned.
"What?" Dallas protested. "I am so not ugly, or else why would she have a crush on me?"
"Whatever," Cassidy scoffed.
"So step 1 is: Ask your crusher on to a date, or accept one," Cassidy read from a piece of paper.
"So I have to ask Ally on a date," Dallas stated."What do I do after that?"
"That's step two and we shall discuss that tomorrow," Cassidy yelled over her shoulder as she stalked off."Tomorrow, same time, Barbie-boy!"
"What have I got myself into," Dallas wondered.
Everyone knew that associating with Cassidy King would only bring trouble. Dallas shook his head as he exited Starbucks.
A/N So what did you guys think? Should I continue? Also just to let you know, this whole story will be a flashback and it won't be that long. Love it or Hate it? Tell me in the reviews so I know if I should continue. And feel free to favorite or follow me or this story! It would make my day! :)