-:- SONG -:- "Pick Up Off The Floor" from The Boy Who Knew Too Much
-:- SUMMARY -:- Austin decides he's finally gonna tell Ally how he feels about her but as he's walking up to the Practice Room, he hears her playing a sad, sort of bitter anti-love song and it throws him off his game. Will he still confess?
-:- DATE PUBLISHED -:- May 3, 2013
AUSTIN'S POV
Today's the day. I'm finally gonna tell Ally how I feel about her. I'm pumped but in a weird way. I'm excited but mortified at the same time. Eh! Not the worst thing that could happen.
OK. She's in the Practice Room. All I have to do is walk up the stairs, go to the door, walk through, and just say 'I love you'. That's not too hard.
Wow. I'm strangely confident. I should be panicking right now. I'm just about to tell my best friend and music partner that I'm in love with her. That's not a normal thing!
Oh wait! I am panicking! That explains the rambling (it's only really flattering on Ally), the self narration, and the pacing. Yeah, OK. I'm nervous wreck!
Wait. Deep breaths…
OK. Even if she doesn't like you back, it doesn't mean the end of the world.
Yes it does!
Shut up Irrational Me!
No. I'm fine. It's not like she's disgusted by the idea. If she was, she wouldn't have let me flirt with her…Even though I sucked at it… But we had considered the idea briefly at Mini's when we thought Trish and Dez were dating and all she said was that it was weird.
Translation: We should never ever try it!
Stop it! This is a good idea, dang it! I'm going to do something about how I feel, which will get Trish (and surprisingly Dez) off my back and I might even get a girlfriend in the process. Would that be so bad?
No…
See? HA! We're doing this.
I climb the stairs up to the Practice Room door and am about to knock and let her know I'm there, when I hear a piano playing music that sounds like the Blues.
Well, would it be so bad to listen first? It's not like this is the first time I've done this.
It starts off slow…
There's a girl, thought she knew,
What her life was going to do,
Then she goes, and falls in love and throws it all away.
But her man, can't decide,
If he's made the right choice in life,
So she comes home one day to find he's gone away.
Put your heart back in your pocket,
Pick your love up off the floor
Well your momma says you're stopping,
But girl, let me tell you more:
If he's 95 or 22,
A boy's gonna do what he's gonna do,
He says he don't love you anymore,
So pick up off the floor.
Walks around an empty town,
Sees his face coming around,
Every corner takes on a similar stay.
Love is lost, love can burn,
But your love will return,
But if you're dragging it down you won't know it's there
Put your heart back in your pocket,
Pick your love up off the floor
Well your momma says you're stopping,
But girl, let me tell you more:
If he's 95 or 22,
A boy's gonna do what he's gonna do,
He says he don't love you anymore,
So pick up off the floor.
Put your heart back in your pocket,
Pick your love up off the floor
Well your momma says you're stopping,
But girl, let me tell you more:
If he's 95 or 22,
A boy's gonna do what he's gonna do,
He says he don't love you anymore,
So pick up off the floor.
Pick your love, love, looooooove (pick up off the floor)
Oooooooooh (pick up off the floor)
Put your heart back in your pocket,
Pick your love up off the floor
Well your momma says you're stopping
But girl let me tell you more:
If he's 95 or 22
A boy's gonna do what he's gonna do
He says he don't love you anymore
So pick up off the floor
Well, that was hauntingly beautiful…
But WHAT?!
Ally's been known to write songs about how she's feeling. When she couldn't tell us that MUNY was in New York (well, we really should have been able to guess. I mean 'Music University of New York'? How did we not notice that? Well, Dez did, but he thought Ally was gonna drive from New York to Miami to see us. Yeeaahh…) and she was leaving in a week, she wrote a song about it that we've dubbed 'Ally's Goodbye Song'. Yeah…Not our best title… BUT THAT'S NOT IMPORTANT RIGHT NOW!
What is that song about?!
Did Ally know what she was going to do as a career? Cause when we met, it was a little undecided.
Why does she think all guys are just players? There are some very good ones out there. And one of them might be closer then she knows. Just waiting for her to notice him in that way…
What happened to Ally's love of love? She's nutz for that stuff (so nuts it has a 'z')! Why does she suddenly think love is just gone?
When did she talk to her mom about this? Wait. Video chat. Duh! Wait! Not the point!
And finally, who is this guy Ally's fallen in love with and why is he stupid enough to leave her? Man, I swear, when I see his pathetic face, I'm going to h—
"Austin? What are you doing?"
Snap! Been caught!
"What do you mean?" I ask as I walk through the door trying not to look nervous.
"Well, I was playing the piano then when I finished, I started cleaning up the music sheets, I saw you by the door and you looked sad and angry at the same time. Which I gotta admit, is kinda impressive. I mean, that's not too easy having your face look crestfallen and furious at the same time. And—Oops. I'm rambling again…Trish told me to try to stop. So, anyway, are you OK? What do you need?"
"What?"
"Well, you came up here and the way you were just standing there, I assume that you were looking for me so what's up?"
Oh snap! What do I do?! I can't just wimp out on telling her when I've been working up the courage the entire week! Not only would I kick myself but so would Trish and Dez. Yes, even Dez! Trish would go a whole lot harder on me but I can't say for certain that Dez wouldn't do anything. No. It's now or never.
"Ally, I need to tell you something," I start was as I take a seat on the piano bench next to her.
"OK. What is it, Austin? Is something wrong?" she places a hand on my knee I think in a way to comfort me but the tingling and my accelerating heartbeat that comes with it doesn't help. I look her straight (and deeply) in the eyes, "I need to ask you something first."
She nods in response.
"You're not dating anyone…are you?" I ask kinda scared and nervous as my eyes flicking down to her lips every once in a while.
She just shakes her head, probably knowing that I need to do that talking right now.
But that's not what I was thinking.
"Great," I breathe out before (gently) lunging forward and connecting my lips with hers.
Oh. My. Gosh! I can't even dream to explain what this feels like! It feels perfect and meant to be but also foreign and dangerous. It feels exhilarating but nerve-racking. I'm scared out of my skin but I feel like Cloud 9 is just a little white ant below me now. I feel like I can fly but I also feel planted firmly to the ground. I feel like I can do anything but I don't want these feelings to stop. It feels…It feels…There's not even a word to explain it. And it's not just I don't know the word, no, I'm positive that so such word exists here. It's not human.
Ally pulls away first and looks me dead in the eye. I think she's trying to find some doubt or regret or impulse or something but she's not gonna find any. No. It's all full of bliss…love and bliss…and Ally…
Her face clouds for a second before it clicks and she grins hugely. Probably not as big as mine is but pretty close.
She looks back into my eyes and I know exactly what she's saying. 'I love you too'. Even though it doesn't get said, it still makes me ecstatic. Huh. I guess Ally can communicate with only her eyes wear as I have to communicate with my mouth and tongue. Not that I used my tongue when we kissed, oh, heck no! I don't roll that way but I do need my tongue to form words since I'm stuck with the normal kind on communication.
I pull her into my side but this time it doesn't feel awkward. It feels perfect. I guess with that tension gone and out of the way, there's nothing in-between us anymore. It's just us. She naturally rests her head on my shoulder and I rest my head on top. We stay there before the questions from before pop back into my head and, just having got rid of the old tension, I did not want to invite more in.
"So, um, Ally?" I ask as I grab her hand and intertwine our fingers.
"Yeah?"
"Who, um, was that song…about?" I nervously play with her fingers.
"What song?"
"The one you were singing before I came in here."
"Um…Austin, how would I know?" she sits up to look at my face easier.
"What do you mean? You wrote it, didn't you?"
"No. That was a Mika song. Yeah, I just got The Boy Who Knew Too Much piano book and I just learned how to play 'Pick Up Off The Floor' which is the last song the book."
"Wait. Seriously?"
"Um…Yeah…?"
"I heard you playing and I thought you wrote it! That threw out my entire plan!" I throw my free hand up a bit.
"Plan? What plan?"
Dang it! That's a good question…
"OK, so maybe it was less of a plan and more of an outline…"
"Really? And what was your 'outline'?"
"That I'd walk up to the Practice Room, you'd be at the piano—"
"—How did you know I would be at the piano?"
"Because you always are," I boop her nose and I know she doesn't like it but she wouldn't bite the finger off of her new boyfriend, would she? I mean, that's frowned upon in most societies {1}.
"Anyway. You'd be at the piano, I would walk in. I'd say 'I love you', you would squeal, jump into my arms. We'd kiss and live happily ever after."
"What makes you think I would squeal?"
"Cause what girl wouldn't?" I can't help but smirk playfully a bit.
She stares intently at me for a second before speaking, "You know, arrogance isn't attractive on anyone."
Then she makes to get up but I quickly pull back to me, wrapping my arms around her waist in the process, "Coooooome back here, beautiful!" she settles down and I change the way my arms are so it's less retraining and more comfortable but I still keep them wrapped around her. She leans into my chest a bit and leans her back onto the front my shoulder. I kiss the top of her head before leaning my head on top of hers and rocking us slightly. All I can say is that this one of the best afternoons I've ever had and ever will…
Things to Know:
{1} Oh Willa Wonka... "Everything in this room is eatable. Even I'm eatable. But that is called cannibalism, my dear children, and is in fact frowned upon in most societies. Enjoy."
Disclaimer:
I do not own Austin & Ally, "Pick Up Off The Floor", or The Boy Who Knew Too Much.
JoeyJar99's Message:
Hey my squeebles, how did you like this? I know, bad ending. Oh well! Too late now, huh?