"I will find out who you were thinking about." Little did he know that she was thinking the same thing.
Ally had just arrived at her father's store, Sonic Boom. She stepped behind the counter and placed her backpack under it but she first pulled out her beloved songbook. Nobody was allowed to touch it, not Trish, not her dad, not anyone - well, except for Austin. But that was given, they were partners and best friends for a good two years, almost three - they told each other everything, so, granting him permission to touch her book was expected. The only catch was for him to respect her privacy and only look at the song part and not at the diary part. Ally was grateful that he respected her wishes. Ever since the spray tan and sweating incident, he knew better.
She was casually doodling a microphone in her book, until she was interrupted, "Guess who got a job at 'Cheese Just Okay'?" Trish announced at the entrance of the store, posing for the passer-byers to see. She walked over to Ally who was now smiling at her.
"How long do you think you'll be working there?" the brunette asked still smiling.
"Not long," the Latina replied, "After my job at 'Cheese Out of My League' I realized that I really don't like cheese as much anymore, the thought of it sickens me." She stuck her tongue out and shook her head in disgust. Ally laughed at her friend.
"I would just be glad that you don't have to wear that horrible cheese outfit." Ally giggled and returned her attention to her book, unbeknownst to her that she started doodling a face - a very familiar face, to be exact. She smiled at the mess of lines and squiggles, and underneath the drawing, she quickly wrote out in her beautiful cursive handwriting - she did go to calligraphy camp, after all - 'Austin', not forgetting to add a heart after the 'n'.
Realizing what had just occurred, Ally rapidly closed her book before anyone could catch a glimpse at it. But, unfortunately for her, her best friend had managed to see it.
"Ally..." Trish scolded, "Is that supposed to be Austin?" Ally hesitated before answering, "Whaattt?" she scoffed, "Nooo... That was nobody, yup, nobody..."
"Well, that 'nobody' sure did look a lot like Austin..." Trish said, "And not to mention that you wrote 'Austin' underneath it." Ally looked at Trish, uncertain, "C'mon Ally, just say it."
"Say what?" Ally asked dumbly, "What are you talking about?"
"I know you like Austin," Trish stated, "You should tell him, although, I don't see how he doesn't know already..." mumbling the last part.
"Why are you suggesting that I like Austin? Because I, surely, do not. Nope. Definitely not like that." Ally shook her head and turned away from her to hide the smile creeping on her face (this being proof that she does smile whenever he's mentioned). She walked over to a costumer in the back of the store. Before she could ask if he needed any assistance, Trish pulled her aside.
"Really, Ally? Like, everybody knows that you like him," Trish asked, "Why can't you just admit it?"
"Because," Ally replied, "If I did like Austin - which I do not, this is just a hypothetical situation - and I told him that I did, everything would be ruined."
"You're acting like he doesn't like you back-" Trish was abruptly cut off. "That's because he doesn't. He would never like me like that. I'm just his partner and friend; that's never going to change." Ally sadly walked off.
After dropping Ally off at the mall, Austin headed over to Dez's place to hang before going back to work on the song. He shut off the car and walked into the house. He was basically family over there, they even gave him a house key. "Hey Dez!" he yelled into the somewhat empty house, the only sight he saw was Dez's pet gerbil scurrying across the hardwood floor being chased by his cat, which was being chased by his dog.
"Hey Austin!" he heard his ginger friend shout back that sounded like it was coming from the basement. He rushed down the stairs and was met with the sight of Dez's awesome TV and Dez dressed in his usual unusual garments. "Hi Dez," Austin walked over to his best friend and they did their handshake, "Whaddup?!"
"So," Austin continued, "What game should we play today," he rubbed his hands together and jumped over the head of the couch and landed into the criss-cross apple-sauce position.
"Actually," Dez trailed off, "I was thinking that we could have a man to man talk, bro to bro, hermano to hermano, guy to gu-"
"Yeah, okay," Austin cut him off, "I get it. I guess we could do that. So, what do you want to have a 'guy to guy' conversation about?"
"How about... we talk about you and Ally?" Dez suggested and joined Austin on the couch and placed his elbows on his knees and rested his chin on his crossed fingers.
Austin, surprised by his friends suggestion, flinched, then regained his calm demeanor, "What about us? I mean, we still have to finish that song for my concert, and stuff..."
"I'm not talking about the 'career' Austin and Ally; I'm talking about the 'I'm secretly in love with the other' Austin and Ally."
"Pfft.. What?!" Austin scoffed, "I'm not secretly in love with Ally!"
"You're right," Dez replied sadly, "You're waayyy too obvious about your feelings for her to be secret. I mean, you have only been hanging out with her every single day for the past two years. Even we don't hang out that much." Dez threw his hands up in the air, like that would somehow prove his point.
"Just because we hang out a lot, doesn't mean I like Ally," Austin put in and refused to give eye contact to his friend, picking up the Xbox controller and fiddling with the buttons.
"That's because," Dez paused, causing Austin to look at him, "You're in denial. It's not just a river in France."
"Uh... Dez. The saying is 'It's not just a river in Egypt'." He looked away again, slouching against the couch and focusing his attention to the ceiling.
"Ugh, c'mon Austin," Dez sighed, "Just admit it already. The longer you wait, the less of a chance you'll have with her."
"Why are you even pushing the subject, Dez?" Austin asked, truly intrigued about what his friend would answer, but added, "I mean, if I did like Ally, and I'm not saying that I do like her that way, but, don't you realize what that would do to our partnership? Our friendship? Our friendship means too much to me to go and ruin by telling her that I like her more than a friend. She doesn't even like me like how I like her; it'll never happen." Austin sighed sadly.
"There's no way that Ally doesn't like you. I mean, come on, she's always so much happier when you're around her. You're like her sunshine on a rainy day, her syrup on pancakes, her pickle-"
"Okay, Dez," Austin cut in, "Enough similes. But that proves nothing! Just because I'm 'her sunshine on a rainy day'," he air quoted, "Does not mean that she likes me. She only sees me as a friend."
"A friend that she wants to mush her lips against, yes," Dez added and nodded.
"Dude!" Austin yelled, although, he wouldn't mind if that happened in real life, and not just in day dreams.
The store now closed for the day, Ally's mind reminisced on her little chat with Trish. It really brought down her mood, she wouldn't be surprised if the customers went to complain about her. She did tell this young couple something along the lines of 'Love ruins everything, one minute you're best friends, then you're a couple then you're on a no-talking streak because you rushed things. Love sucks'. She was being a little too melodramatic -especially because, just like her mother, she claimed to love love- but she thought it was fit, considering her current mood. But that soon changed because of a certain blonde haired boy that walked through the store doors.
"Hey Ally!" Austin called and walked over to sit on the counter, swinging his legs back and forth, "How's it going?"
"It's been alright," Ally didn't even bother trying to tell him that she was 'fine', she obviously wasn't and he would be able to tell, "We were really busy here and I've just been over thinking things." She starting fiddling with her fingers.
"What have you been over thinking about?" Austin asked, quirking his eyebrow at her, truly intrigued. His legs stopped swinging.
"It's nothing to worry about, Austin," Ally covered, turning away from him. She didn't want her crush and best friend to know that she was in a mind debacle about him. She didn't want to look him in the eyes so she turned her focus to a violin that needed tuning on the opposite of the counter.
"Are you sure you don't want to tell me?" Austin asked sincerely, "It might help with things if you talk about it." He furrowed his brows, got up and walked over to her and leaned his elbow against the counter top.
"Yeah, I'm sure. I'll get over it sooner or later," Ally insisted, looking at him to prove a point. She noticed how close they were, just mere centimeters from him. She took a short glance at his lips then back at his beautiful hazel eyes. Her lips parted slightly and she completely forgot about the violin. She turned her body so she wasn't twisted and was now parallel with his.
Austin took their close proximity as an opportunity, maybe fate was trying to tell him something. He found himself leaning in, a little surprised that she was leaning in too. Their lips were now millimeters away, he paused for a second, giving Ally a chance to back out, and when she didn't, he connected his lips with hers. He snaked his arms around her waist while she placed her hands on his biceps.
You could say that this was another one of those cliche fairy tale moments where sparks were shooting and their lips were tingling, because it was exactly that. Their lips moved in sync with the other. They pulled away after what felt like hours. Leaning his forehead against hers, he let out a shaky breath, "Wow..."
She mimicked his actions, "Yeah, wow..." She then smiled, "So... I'm just guessing here, but, I'm assuming that the feeling is mutual?"
Austin chuckled, "Yeah, I guess you could say that," he then kissed her again, the same sparks, fireworks, and tingles, but it felt better this time. He felt on top of the world. They parted once again, "So, Ally Dawson, how would you like to accompany me to dinner this fine evening?" He stepped back and held his hand out towards her, bowing slightly.
"Austin Moon, I would love to." She smiled and placed her hand on his and he kissed her hand. She giggled and he pulled her close and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. They headed out the doors, smiling and laughing, forgetting about the song that needed to be done, it was just the two of them in their own little world.
"It was you." Austin suddenly said, he looked at the beautiful brunette to his right.
"Me what?" Ally asked, he locked stares with Austin.
"It was you, you were my special someone," Austin shot her a small smile. Ally smiled wide.
"Well, that's just great," Ally said smiling and looked ahead of her so she wouldn't trip on anything while walking.
Austin stopped in his tracks, "What?" he asked, quite confused.
"It's great because," Ally looked back at him, "You were my special someone too." Austin grinned widely at this, he then hugged Ally and twirled her, she was laughing wildly. After setting her down, he moved in to kiss her again. They connected and everything was perfect, if for only that moment.