New Romantics

Chapter Two

We wait for trains that just aren't coming

Ally wakes up on Monday morning with a head ache. Of course she wakes up every Monday morning with a head ache, but this one is worse. Last night, after promising her self that she would go to bed early, her roommate, Carrie, kept her up all night, crying about the break up that she's going through. Ally didn't want to be rude since she wanted Carrie to be her friend, if only to have a real one, but that meant she didn't get any sleep.

That's why the accident happens.

Ally finds her self rushing across campus to make it in time for her History class. The class starts in five minutes, it's a fifteen minute walk. Curse you, big campus. Her hands are filled with her textbooks, and phone. She attempts to pick up her speed but the blue wedges that she's sporting on her size seven feet, slows her down. Why did she think that it would be a good idea to wear them? Because they had been stuffed in the back of her closet for a few months now.

As Ally starts to cross the court-yard, which meant that she was only a few seconds away from the history building, she doesn't notice the man that she runs in to. And run in to she does.

Her books go everywhere, her ankles almost lose their balance, luckily they don't.

The main problem is the coffee that goes all over her shirt, jeans, and even in the tips of her hair. Ally groans while looking down at her shirt. She then looks up to see who the owner of the coffee. The blonde owner.

Austin looks down at his own shirt and jeans, that are covered with coffee as well. He was just walking to meet Dez at the cafeteria with two coffees, when, out of no where, a girl runs in to him. Once the girl lifts her head to look at him, he knows who it is. The girl from the library.

"You know, I really don't appreciate being covered in coffee." Ally says while looking down at the coffee that managed to get on her blue wedges. She knew that she shouldn't have worn them, should've just worn the same KEDS that she wore every day.

Austin glances down at the books that are lying on the ground below them, a mixture of his and Ally's. "You know, I don't appreciate people not looking where they're going, causing me to be covered in coffee." Austin points to his coffee stained jeans.

Ally starts to glare at him. "Hey, I didn't mean that. We're both in the wrong." Austin laughs off the awkwardness that was starting to bubble to the surface.

Ally ignores Austin's cheery laugh that makes her head ache worse, to bend down so she could pick up her books, that, luckily, survived the coffee spill. Before she can pick them all up, Austin bends down to help her. "I'm fine." Ally insists.

She isn't fine. The coffee on her shirt was starting to seep through it even more, meaning that her bra was going to show through the light pink shirt, any minute. And of course she was wearing her neon yellow one. Her jeans were getting a stain in the crotch, which isn't good at all.

"You don't look fine." Austin grabs her books from her as he stands up, then he grabs her hand to help her up as well. "Look, my dorm is right over there. Why don't you come over and we can get cleaned up."

Ally likes the sound of getting out of the sticky clothing, but she knew that her history class had already been going on for ten minutes and she had two more classes in the next four hours. She couldn't miss a class at this point in the school year.

"I would, but I have classes." Ally looks over at Austin's shirt. It was starting to stick to him, showing that what he had underneath it. His jeans were doing the same thing as hers. How much coffee could one person need?

"I do too, but we're covered in coffee, Ally." He gestures to their clothing and the ends of Ally's straight hair. "Come on. You can miss one day."

Ally thought over his over some more before finally nodding her head in a yes. Yes, she will go over to his dorm.


After picking up every book that fell and throwing away the coffee cups, Austin starts to lead Ally to his dorm. Ally notes to her self that his building was about 2 miles away from hers. How big is this campus?

Austin attempts to make small talk while walking up the steps that lead to his floor. Everything from favorite band, and favorite color. But, little ms. Ally Dawson, wouldn't respond. Once at the beige colored door, Austin pulls out his key and puts it in the lock. The door knob clicks, and he gestures for Ally to enter his room.

Ally's dorm room was painted an ugly shade of green, because Carrie got to the dorm room a week before she did and got to decide what color. Carrie put up posters of hot male celebrities. Justin Bieber and Channing Tatum filled the walls. Carrie's bed was closest to the door, so Ally got the bed right up against the window. Meaning that the stupid sun woke her up, along with the mocking-bird that seemed to be outside the window every morning. Ally knew that it was a sin to kill a mocking bird, according to that book she had to read in tenth grade, but that was a sin she was willing to commit.

The wall that was next to Ally's bed was the only wall in the room that wasn't painted that horrid shade of green. During the fourth week there, when Ally had officially given up on being friends with Carrie, Ally painted over the green with a pretty lilac. The lilac reminded Ally of her room back home. Carrie threw a fit but learned to deal with it.

Austin's dorm room was painted a light yellow, fitting his ever cheery attitude. He had a full-sized mattress against the back wall and a twin sized one against the window. Ally wondered if Austin ever had the urge to kill any mocking birds.

He had a desk sitting near the front door and a Mac Book lap top sat on the top. On the table beside his bed, was a few picture frames. In the first frame, a picture of him and what seemed to be his parents. The other was of him and a blonde girl.

"I think the girl is a little young for you." Ally talks for the first time since the coffee incident. She runs her finger over the frame, surprised by the lack of dust.

Austin laughs while going through his closet for something to change in to. "Ha ha. That's my little sister, Emma."

Ally nods while looking at the other pictures. "She's cute."

Ally wished that she had a sibling. All she had was her best friend since kindergarten, Trish, who stayed back in Miami for school. Ally missed her dearly since, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't find a friend.

Austin looks through the closet for something that would be proper for Ally to wear. Eventually he settles on a tee-shirt that he got from Disney Land last summer. It had Mickey Mouse on it and read, 'I'll be your Mickey," He then finds the matching pajama pants.

Ally gives him a weird look when he hands it to her. "I'll be your Mickey?" Ally questions.

"What," Austin shrugs, "it's a little small for me so it should be fine for you. Unless you want to stay like that." Austin points to the shirt that used to be light pink. Her neon yellow bra was exposed and her jeans were not comfortable at all.

Ally groans, but goes to the bath room to change.

While Ally's in the bath room, Austin takes the opportunity to change out of his own sticky clothing. He takes off the ruined blue shirt from Hollister and starts to look for another. After finding one, he takes off his jeans as well. Leaving him in his boxers that have little turkeys on them, it is almost Thanksgiving after all. Before changing in to the yellow tee-shirt, he puts on some deodorant and cologne, attempting to get rid of the coffee smell.

After changing in to the baggy pajama pants, Ally puts her hair up in a small pony tail. She hangs her clothing over the towel rack in the surprisingly clean bath room. Luckily her undergarments weren't completely soaked through so she could still leave them on.

Once finished with everything, Ally walks out of the bath room to find Austin, shirtless and in nothing but his boxers, which had little turkeys on them. Ally could focus her eyes on his exposed chest, which was sculpted in to a six-pack. She could bite her lip while imagining what it would be like to kiss the blonde. Or she could use her nose to smell the cologne.

"Ew! What is that smell?" Ally scrunched up her nose while looking around the room.

Austin turns around to look at the girl who was standing in a sea of clothing. The shirt went down to a little above her knee and the pants went past her feet. She was destined to trip over them. He doesn't even bat in eye lash at the fact that he's standing in nothing but his Thanksgiving boxers.

"It's my cologne." He sniffs the air. "Why? Do you not like it?"

Ally shakes her head. "No! It smells," she pauses to think, "I don't even know because it's so bad. Never use it again."

Austin holds his hands up in surrender. "Okay, what ever you say princess Ally."

Ally walks over to the other side of the room to sit down on the bean bag chair. "Never call me that. And put on some clothes."

She turns her head away from the man, because, against her will, she was starting to turn red. Austin laughs while putting on his shirt and shorts. "Yes, ma'am."


After fully dressed, Austin starts to ask a million questions.

"Where are you from?" He asks because he's been dying to know.

"Miami, Florida." Ally answers while sitting on the bean bag chair and flipping through her book. She might as well read it since she didn't attend the class.

"Cool! My friend Dez is from there too. What are you studying?" Austin lies on his bed while playing with a basketball.

"Psychology." Ally tries to keep her answers short as possible.

The ball hits the ceiling then goes back down to his hands. "Wow, I have no idea what I'm doing yet. Family?"

Ally rakes through her head for an acceptable answer. How could she describe her family? "I have a mom and a dad. No siblings."

Her family was once very close, they did everything together. But, as Ally got older, her mother became more controlling. It was like she was living through her daughter. Her dad worked a lot but never made Ally feel like her mother did. Penny made Ally feel like she was just some long task on a to do list that wouldn't just check off already.

Austin wants to ask more but can tell that it's a touchy subject. Instead, he brings up his family. "My family lives about twenty minutes from here. They own a mattress store and I usually visit every week-end."

A part of Ally is jealous. "Why were you at the library on Saturday then?" Ally asks, finally bringing up their first meeting.

"I decided to spend the after noon at the library. If you must know, I went home straight after waking you up to eat dinner with them." Austin teases while throwing the basketball at Ally's head.

Ally somehow manages to catch the ball and throws it back to him. "If I didn't already say it, thanks for waking me up from my beauty sleep."

He throws the ball back to her. "Like you need it."

They both freeze at the statement. It lingers in the air until Ally hits Austin in the head with the ball. She sticks her tongue out. "Nice boxers by the way." Austin ignores her comment.

He looks at his phone to see the time. "Your clothes should be done soon." He puts his phone down and glances over at the brunette to see her high lighting the book that was in her lap. He hears his stomach growl and gets an idea. "Hey, why don't we go get some food?"

Ally snaps her head up. She had said for a while now that if any one asked her to do something, she would say yes. But she can't. "I'm sorry. I have plans already." While saying this, she gets off the floor and picks up her books.

"With who?" Austin didn't want to be rude, but who could she possibly be going out with?

Ally goes through her mind and one name pops up. "My friend Emily. She just got back from her home town. Her cow went in to emergency labor." Ally remembers the lie that she just told her mother two days ago.

"Oh?" Austin questions. "Wow, Emily sounds interesting."

"She is." Ally looks around the dorm for her purse. "I'll see you later!" She's gone before Austin can even blink an eye.

"What about your clothes?"Austin says a loud even though she's gone.

Austin had no idea what got into the girl but he knew that he wanted to know.


Once back to her dorm room, Ally breathes a sigh of relieve after plopping down on her bed. She had run, across campus, in Austin's too big Mickey shirt, and too long pants.

Why did she get so sensitive when Austin asked her to go out for food? Was it just an impulse?

When Ally was a freshman, she fell hard for a senior. He would hold her hand and kiss her cheek. All while breaking a little piece of Ally's heart off every day. When Ally had the guts to ask him out, he laughed in her face and claimed that it was all just a game. He was only talking to her because his friends paid him to. It was a classic story of boy uses girl for a bet. But this time, the boy didn't fall for the girl as well.

Ally took it hard at first. But she wasn't one to dwell on things. So she focused on her school work and getting accepted to Stanford. All her hard work payed off and she got accepted. Except, once accepted, she realized that this wasn't what she wanted.

While loving the idea of Psychology, Ally felt like the only reason she wanted it was because of her mom. She can't blame her mom though because she could've said no. But, by senior year, Ally was slowly loosing all her fire and passion. The little that she had left was spent playing the piano.

Ally fell in love with the piano when she was young. Along with singing, piano was a passion. But her mom convinced her that she didn't need the piano. Who was her mom to say what she did and didn't need?

Ally lays her head into the soft pillow, she can still smell Austin's terrible cologne. The shirt on her body was soft, and made her feel a little calmer. When her eyes closed, she pictured Austin. With his blonde hair and brown eyes. His nice chest and muscular legs. The natural smell of him and the non-natural smell of his cologne. His care free attitude. And how he kept pictures of his family on his dresser. He was better than she was.

Ally was never one to fall for someone so quickly. She wasn't going to start it now. Or was she? Her dreams thought she was because, even if Ally wouldn't admit it, Austin was already swarming her dreams.


I do not own Austin and Ally or New Romantics by Taylor Swift.

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