Okay. I know first chapter I said I was going to keep the P.O.V. steady for each chapter, but I think you'll all agree that Chapter 1 was incredibly short. So I've decided I will allow myself to switch P.O.V. mid-chapter, but I'll only do so in strategic locations.

Once again, I don't own Austin & Ally. If I did, I would be a character and Austin would be MY boyfriend.

Enjoy!

Chapter 2: The Admitting

Meanwhile, back at the "party"…
Dallas's P.O.V.

Austin dashed out the door, leaving it open behind him.

"Well that was weird." Ally said.

"Tell me about it." I said, rather starstruck, but before I could catch myself, it had already come out of my mouth.

"What does that mean?" Ally asked me.

Ummm… Uhhhh… nothing." I replied, trying to cover the swooning quality in my voice. "I just meant that that was kind of odd of Austin."

"No, there was definitely something more to it." Trish said.

"Ummmm… I have to go to the bathroom." I said, getting up off the floor and walking toward the bathroom.

I get to the bathroom, close the door, and lock it. I turn on the sink and start splashing cold water on my face.

"Get it together, Dallas." I whispered to myself. "You know you've been having these feelings for guys for a while, but you can't do this to Ally. You can't just dump her for her best friend. That's like bitch-con 1 right there."

I hear a knock on the bathroom door. "Dallas, it's Ally. Can I talk to you?"

I walk to the door, unlock it, and step outside.

"Sure, but can we go outside to talk about it?" I whisper to her.

"Sure." she says, putting her arm around my shoulder, and walking onto the front step.

"Now, what's wrong?" she asks me. "Not only were you acting really weird when Austin left, but I just heard you mumbling to yourself in the bathroom."

My heart starts pounding. "You heard that!?" I ask, practically yelling.

"I couldn't understand it, but yeah." she says. "Granted, you're usually a pretty awkward person, but-"

"Hey!"

"Let me finish. But that's pretty weird." she finishes.

I sigh. "Can you keep a secret for me?" I whisper.

"Oh course, Dallas. Your my boyfriend. You can tell me anything." she says, putting her hand on my shoulder.

"Yeah. About that," I say, taking her hand off my shoulder. "I really enjoyed this when we started going out, but recent events have me questioning it."

I see tears starting to form in her eyes. "No, Ally, it's not you. It's me, and I totally mean that. I think I might be…" I swallow hard. "Gay."

Her eyes pop open. "When did this happen?" she asks me.

"Well, it started about a year ago at Trish's quincinera, when Austin gave up those gigs in the clubs, just so you could have a dance. It got me thinking 'Why can't I get someone like that?'"

"Awwww." she says, giving me a hug. "But why are you just telling me this now?"

"I wanted to be absolutely sure before I told anyone, and when our hands touched and our eyes met, something just… clicked."

"Austin? But there's no way." She says. "He's straighter than a line. Which by definition is completely straight and never curves, but you probably already knew that. I mean, who doesn't…" She pauses catching herself. "I'm going after him." she says, turning to follow Austin towards his house.

"No! You promised to keep it a secret." I shout.

"I'm not going to tell him, I just want to find out why he ran off like that." she replies.

"Pinky swear you won' tell him?" I ask, offering my pinky.

She walks back. "Pinky swear." she says, linking pinkies.

"Good. Go on." I say. She runs off.


Austin's P.O.V.

"I think I'm gay. For Dallas." I say.

Her eyes widen. "Oh my God!" she shouts.

Furious, I shout back. "I knew it. I knew you wouldn't understand." As I say this, I turn to keep walking, but she stops me.

"No. Wait. I'm happy for you, it's just…" She pauses and starts fangirling for a little bit, but catches herself, calms down and continues. "I just talked to Dallas, and he feels the same way about you." she pauses, suddenly realizing something. "But you can't tell him I said that. I pinky swore I wouldn't tell anyone."

"Pinky swore?" I say laughingly. "You still pinky swear? Whatever. It doesn't matter. He likes me too." I also start fangirling.

"Seriously! You CANNOT tell him that I told you." she says.

"Wait." I say, pausing. "Two things. One: What does this mean for you and Dallas?"

"I think it's pretty much understood that we're broken up now." she replied.

"Okay. And two: Did you leave Trish and Dez at your house… ALONE?"

Her eyes get wider than I've ever seen them before. "OH SHIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTT!" she shouts and she turns and runs home faster than Usain Bolt.


Dallas's P.O.V.

I walk into Sonic Boom the next day.

"Hey Ally." I say, walking over to the counter where she is giving a customer her change.

"Hey Dallas." she says. "What brings you here?"

"I just wanted to say I'm sorry for ditching your party before you got back. How'd it go with Austin?"

"Well, it turns out that-" she starts, but is interrupted by the sound of cymbals falling to the ground. We both look up to the practice room to see Austin trying to nonchalantly cover his fumble by leaning on the door of the practice room.

"Hey Dallas." he says, nervously, taking his hand off the practice room door and walking to the railing. "Can I ask you a favor? I just wrote something and I want someone else to hear before showing Ally."

"Why don't you want me to hear it?" she asked.

"Because, Ally, you can be really critical." Austin said.

"No I'm not!" Ally said.

"Yes you are." Austin and I said together.

"Sure Austin." I say. I walk up the stairs to the practice room, carefully stepping over the cymbals that Austin seemed too excited to pick up.

I close the door behind me. "What did you want me to listen to?" I ask, sitting in a chair next to the piano.

"I lied." He said, getting up from the piano.

"What?" I asked as he sat down in a chair in front of me.

"I didn't actually have anything for you to listen to. I just wanted to get some time alone with you." he said, scooting his chair a little closer to me.

"Are you going to ask me about my intentions with Ally? I swear I just want to be friends." I say, getting up and walking closer to the door.

"What? No. I wanted to talk to you." he said, getting up to follow me. "I know you like me." he said, turning me around.

"Ally told you?" I asked rather angrily. "She pinky swore she wouldn't tell anyone." I said, hearing myself whine. "When I get down there she's gonna-"

I was cut off by Austin kissing me. Normally, I would've been furious at someone cutting me off, but, this time, I didn't care. I closed my eyes and savored the moment.


Austin's P.O.V.

"What was that for?" Dallas asked me, opening his eyes.

"I wanted to know how it felt." I told him. I could feel myself blushing.

"Does this mean you're gay too?" He asked me.

"After that? Most definitely. Let me tell you, I've kissed a lot of girls, but that was the best kiss I've ever had." I could see him start to blush now.

"Then why stop?" he asked.

He put his arms around my neck, and, this time, he kissed me. I put my arms over his shoulders and kiss him back.

A minute of passionate kissing later, we were interrupted by Dez walking in the door, Ally close on his heels, trying, but failing, to stop him. We don't notice him until he shouts.

"Austin?" Dez shouted. Dallas and I quickly stopped and stepped away from each other. I quickly noticed something and thought to myself: "I chose a bad day to wear skinny jeans." I looked over and saw Dallas was thinking the same thing.

"Why are you kissing Da-?" He was cut off by Ally covering his mouth from behind.

"Dez! You can't just shout their names like that!" She said, closing the door behind them. "If they were ready to tell people they're gay, they would have already." She whispered to him, taking her hand off his mouth.

"I have to go." Dallas says, even more nervous than usual. When he gets next to Ally, he stops and says "You're forgiven." then continues out the door with a smile.

"Thanks, Dez." I say sarcastically.

"You're welcome buddy." he says, completely oblivious.

I look at him, scoff with disgust, and leave after Dallas.