I know, I suck. Well! It was my birthday on Saturday! So I didn't get to write or post because I had a sleep over Friday night. Saturday I did things for my birthday and Sunday I was at a friend's house way longer than expected. Plus, this chapter is kinda short and doesn't have much drama in it...But there's lots of fluff!

Disclaimer: I don't own Austin and Ally nor do I own Home by Ingrid Michaelson. Ugh, do I have to do that everytime?

Ally's P.O.V.

I woke enveloped in warmth. I didn't dare open my eyes. Scared that this was all dream. Just this feeling I have right now, a dream. Slowly, I peeled my eyes open, ready to see my bedroom wall staring back at me. Instead, I saw part of a leather armchair and light pouring in through the windows. The armchair cast a shadow upon the ottoman which had a shadow of its own thrown across the floor. Dez and Trish were snuggled up together in a blanket in front of the deceased fire. The wood stove tinted my nostrils with a slight burning smell leftover from last night's fire.

A tan arm secured itself around my waist and pulled me closer to the warm chest pressing against my back. Austin. I felt so at home. So safe. So secure. Like nothing in the world could ever bring me down. I closed my eyes, feeling content. I slowly felt myself drift off again...

Austin's P.O.V.

My eyes slowly fluttered open only to see a mob of chestnut and amber curls. I looked down at the petite frame I've got myself wrapped around. I drew a mental image of her. Her creamy skin. Her dark lashes. Her plump lips. Her faint freckles. Her beauty.

I pulled my eyes away from the angel in front of me. I saw the prints of Dez and Trish on the blanket in front of the fire. I heard them in the kitchen laughing. I hadn't even noticed before. I slowly felt myself drift off again…

Ally's P.O.V.

I opened my eyes, feeling like the last time I was awake was only a few minutes ago. I glanced at the clock, it had been a couple of hours. I tried pulling away from the strong arms wrapped around my small torso. The arms only got tighter and pulled me closer. That must've been the sweetest thing to ever happen to me in my eyes. I tried again with no success, the arms only got tighter. I looked up at the perfectly carved face staring down at me with those warm brown eyes. I smiled faintly as he did the same. We didn't need words right now. We were happy as is.

Until we acknowledged the position we were in. And the fact that we aren't a couple. He was practically spooning me. He quickly released his arms from around my waist. and I scooted away before standing up. I briskly walked into the kitchen where I found Dez and Trish baking chocolate chip pancakes. I heard Austin walk in slowly after me.

"Ooh Pancakes!" Squealed Austin, like a little girl. We all chuckled.

"Finally you guys are up. I thought he'd be spooning you forever!" Trish said, exasperated. Both me and Austin blushed.

"Hey! You can't talk!" I said. Where'd that come from? Eh, who cares. Maybe Maine is bringing some sassiness to me.

"What do you mean?" Trish asked, confused.

"You and Dez. A couple of hours ago I woke up and everyone was still asleep and you and dez were cuddling, all snuggled up in front of each other. Tangled in each other's arms." I fired at Trish. She looked taken back before her and Dez started blushing heavily.

"Ha! See!" I said.

Austin's P.O.V.

"Ha! See!' Ally half shouted excitedly. Everyone gave her a weird look. As in she's the weird one.

"What's gotten into you, Ally?" I asked. I can't believe this was the same girl as earlier. But in all honesty, I liked this Ally. It was definitely turning me on.

"I don't know...Maybe it's being back home? Something about this place has gotten me all fired up about something...I don't know what though...I need to write." Ally pondered.

"Write?" I asked.

"Yes! I need to get my feelings onto paper!" Ally declared.

Somehow in four hours Ally had a song finished. She must've really had a lot of feelings congested up inside of her. Because of the feistiness Ally had earlier, everyone was expecting a fast paced song. Instead we were met with a...I'm not sure how to describe it song.

Even in the harshest of winter I feel so warm

Even when the marks climb up the wall I still feel small

This is my home

This is my home

Where I go when I've got nowhere else to go

This is my home

This is my home

Where I go when I don't know where else to go

I know everything about this place, it wears your face

Even when my body blows away, my soul will stay

This is my home

This is my home

Where I go when I've got nowhere else to go

This is my home

This is my home

Where I go when I don't know where else to go

Do you feel safe?

Do you feel safe?

Do you feel safe?

Do you feel safe?

This is my home

This is my home

Where I go when I've got nowhere else to go

This is my home

This is my home

Where I go when I don't know where else to go

I listened to her angelic voice float through the room as the song ended. Wow. Could that girl sing. Amazing. I can sing but before my song comes on the radio they decide to alter my voice to make it sound more danceable. They don't do that with Ally. They like that indie-pop singer to stay natural. Her songs aren't meant to be danceable. They are meant to be beautiful. Just like her.

So that was the shortest chapter yet-sorry about that. I promise to update Wednesday and Friday and maybe over the weekend if you guys leave more than ONE REVIEW! Like last chapter! People! I said five! Not ONE! Come on! I like feedback! PLEASE I know how many of you read this story! (It's more than five..by a lot) Not to pressure you or anything but...REVIEW! Well, I gotta go study for a test. Bye!

-moosiebell :D