I do not own Disney Channel's Austin & Ally.

HEYYYYY! How are you fellows out there? Thank you for your lovely reviews! I know it's only a day later, but I'm so excited to keep writing this fanfic! Thank you! And here it is, chapter 2 of Ally's Date.

Ally turns to the doorway. What had just happened? Is Cassidy really coming back? Is Austin really running away with her new song? To sing to Cassidy?

Ally feels frustrated. Do I really like Austin that way? she questions herself. If not, why do I feel jealous?

Ally, then, loses control of her emotions and gets really jealous. What makes Cassidy so pretty? Is it her voice? Her long, straight, red hair? Ally runs her fingers through her curled, dark-brown hair.

That's it! she tells herself. I need a makeover. I'll go to the salon, get my hair dyed, and get a straightener to straighten it!

No, that's nuts! Am I really going to change my looks to impress Austin? Ew! That little voice in her head bugs her. It keeps her from doing what she wants. It reminds her about her stage fright, and ask why she won't go up on stage, like a boy can.

Ally moves her eyeballs so they're looking as far up as they can go. She held up her index finger. Oh, no! You're not the boss of me, she orders. I'm the boss of myself! I'll prove it!

Ally then races out of the room as fast as she could go. Trish is still there, fidgeting with her nails. "Hey, where are you going? I saw Austin run out of here with some paper-"

"Hey Trish, I'm going to the salon, want to come?" Ally calls.

Trish suddenly runs out of the room, as fast as she can in her 3-inch high heels.

"So, why are you in such a rush to get to the salon?" Trish questions. "Also, you never go to a hair salon. So, what's the big deal? What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing's wrong with me," Ally replies casually. "I just think I want a new style. Something different."

"Then why are you still in such a rush?" Trish asks. "And you're pulling my wrist very hard, thank you very much."

Ally let go of Trish's wrist. "Sorry, I'm just a little...tense."

"Why?"

"Nevermind," Ally excuses. "I'll tell you later."

Ally and Trish are now entering the salon. Trish clacks to a chair in her heels, and Ally follows.

"What style?" the hair salon girl asks. Her badge reads LUCINDA.

"I'll take a little trim," Trish replies expertly. Obviously, Trish had been thinking about getting a new style for a while.

But Ally hadn't. She had never been in a salon before, so this question caught her off-guard. She thought the person who did their hair would cut it the way you wanted it, without even saying what style they wanted. She thought they just started cutting it expertly and getting to work.

"Oh! Um..." Ally stammers. "Can I have my hair straightened and dyed red?"

Lucinda nods, and scurries to her hair dye trays.

"Red hair?" Trish hisses. "Ally, are you mad?"

Ally would have said, "Yes, I think I like Austin and want to impress him by stealing Cassidy's look," but the hair stylist came back already.

"Is this color good for you?" she asks in a french accent. Ally liked it.

"Yes," Ally says.

"As you wish," Lucinda says. She nods to Trish. "I'll get someone to trim your hair while I take her to the wash." Trish nods.

"Whoa, whoa," Ally says. "Wash?" Ally was oddly but extremely ticklish in her scalp area. She doesn't know why.

"Yes, the wash," Lucinda says, nodding at the sinks and faucets over on the other side of the salon. She continues to move Ally into a very surprisingly comfortable padded chair.

Lucinda turns on the water and makes it warm. She runs the faucet over Ally's hair like a pro. Mmm, Ally thinks, This feels SO wonderful. I could do this any day!

Lucinda took a purple bottle next to Ally and pours some of the substance onto her hands and rubs them together. Shampoo, Ally notes.

Lucinda put her hands on Ally's scalp and massages soothingly. It felt so good.

An hour later, Ally's hair is straightened and dyed. Trish and Ally walk out of the salon. "So, what do you think?"

"Oh, it's okay," Trish says. "But I really want your brown hair back. You look funny without the curls."

This was an awful rude thing to say, but she was being honest. "I love it," Ally remarks and does a little twirl.

Trish put a funny look on her face. Twirling? That was not what Ally Dawson ever did. "What's wrong with you?" Trish asks. "Why aren't you the same? Why did you twirl? Why did you get your hair dyed and straightened? I just want the real Ally Dawson back! You're like a whole different person!" Trish storms off with a grunt. She misses her real friend.

Ally face-palms herself. Where is the real Ally D.?

Ally is so confused that she doesn't notice Dallas walk by, until he says, "Oh, hey, Ally! On, man, your hair-wha-? Did you mess up with some hair dye today?"

Ally grunts. Dallas was not as cute as she hoped, and not as nice either.

Ally considers changing her hair back. It must look terrible if her friends thought so. What about Austin? What would he think?

Suddenly, Ally spots a head of blonde hair and a familiar face. Oh, gosh, no! Ally gasps, and hides behind a bush. He can't see me like this! I look awful!

But it's too late. Austin looks in her direction. "Ally?" he gasps. "You look like you got run over by a truck! You're hair..."

Ally thinks quickly. "I had an accident with some food coloring," she says quickly. "I was going to change it back."

Austin gives her a look. "But the salon's that way," he says, pointing. "You're not actually considering keeping your hair like that, are you?"

"No," Ally says quickly. "Of course not! I hate it, hate it, hate it."

With the last "hate it," Ally turns on her heels an walks back to the salon.

An hour and $70 later, Ally has her hair back to normal. Ally checks the time on the big clock tower. It was 5:00 o'clock. "Gosh," she says, "I better go home."

And Ally trudges home sadly, with her consciences fighting against one another. Ally felt like a devil and an angel were telling her what to do and what not to do. She feels confused and alone.

"Ally! Wait," a voice says softly. It's Austin.

"Austin? What are you doing here?" she asks.

"I came to see if you got your original hair style back," he replies. "It's so much better."

"Aww, thanks Austin," Ally says, blushing. "You're so sweet."

"No problem," he says. "See you tomorrow."

"Okay," Ally says. "Bye!"

Austin walks away. Suddenly, the devil on her shoulder re-appears. "You like Austin so much, don't you?" it says. "Then go on the date tomorrow and trash it. I dare you." And then it's gone.

Ally considers. Should I really do it? There's no way he could get the kiss without me trashing it. I don't know...

The devil re-appears on Ally's shoulder. "Are you chicken?" it taunts.

"No!" Ally yells at it. "And I'll prove it!"

Ally storms into Sonic Boom. She doesn't want to, but she will prove to herself that Austin's date will not be a success!