Here I am once again! I'm so psyched to be writing this fic.
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Austin's POV
The whole time I've known Ally, I knew she had no social life. I've always known she wasn't the most favoured person around (something that I don't get, considering the fact that she's the most remarkable person I've ever met in my entire life – and I met the Johnny Depp when I was seven) but I never knew it was this bad. I mean, the girl has no back bone, you can tell since she's got to be the biggest softie on the planet. When I say that, I mean she just can't stand up for herself, or say no. An example of that would be the time she did all of Trish's calculus homework for free. It wouldn't have been that bad if it was Trish's holiday homework and it was due on the first day of school. The girl was up half the night doing the work.
You see my point? She lets people push her around, friends or otherwise. So I thought, while I'm Ally, I could help her with that. That's why I decided to go for cheerleading tryouts.
What? It's a full proof plan! In this way, she won't be much of a loser anymore and I get to spend the whole afternoon with cheerleaders! Can I get a what-what? I know, you're probably saying something like, 'don't you have a girlfriend?!' Well, I think we need a break, just for her to cool down. Cassidy was probably having a bad day – we all have them. I must have been pretty bad, considering what happened earlier. But, because of that here I am so I should be thanking her. Maybe if Ally and I switch back, maybe the she'll get over her stage fright. So, I owe this all to Cassidy.
"Do you even know how to cheerlead?" Trish asked uncertainly. I smiled, "No. But how hard can it be?" Trish sighed and pulled out her bedazzled phone, "What about your stage fright?"
Uh oh. I didn't think of that. What would Ally say? "I... I wasn't thinking of it until right now, thanks!" She would say that, right?
Trish patted my shoulder, "Don't worry, Ally. I have a paper bag – just in case." I rolled my eyes, "Gee thanks."
"Anytime!" Trish said just as the coach called Ally's name.
"Ally Dawson!" I grabbed the red and white pom poms and jumped up from my seat on the wooden bench. I stood, waiting for the coach to finish her scribbling on her clipboard.
"Show me what you got," she said, turning on the stereo. Avril Lavigne's 'Best Damn Thing' started playing. Jeez, that song is so damn old. What year is she living in?
I started my routine – okay, I had no routine. But cheerleading is like dancing, right? I'll just wing it. After a few moments into the song, she stopped me, "I've seen enough, thank you."
"You're welcome," I said, walking back to my seat next to Trish.
"What was that?!" she asked, "Since when can you dance and do cartwheels?!"
I shrugged, not meeting her eyes, "Austin taught me."
Trish raised her eyebrow, "And he's not in a cast like last time?"
I blushed, "Yes." Trish dropped the conversation, sending me a suspicious look while she was at it. I nervously sent her a smile. After a few more girls went, the coach stood up and cleared her throat, "Well done, you were all very good and showed potential and..." Yeah, yeah just cut to the chase already!
"... I'll leave the list of names here on the notice board, but please just let me get out of the wa – whoa!" All the girls made a beeline for the list, pushing and shoving any obstacles to get to the front – one of the obstacles being the coach. When I finally got to the front, I scanned the list for Ally's name.
"So did you make it?" Trish asked.
I grinned, "I'm a cheerleader! Whoot-whoot!"
Ally's POV
"Well, I'll just see if she's in her room," mom said.
I nodded, "Thank you, Mrs. Dawson."
It's so strange to be in my own house, with my own parents and have to call them 'Mrs.' Or 'Mr.' instead of just 'Mom' and 'Dad'. I feel so at home here, but at the same time, I feel like an outsider, an intruder almost. It's weird, and I don't like it.
On a completely unrelated topic, I decided to visit my own home (see how weird that sounds?) to see Austin, since I haven't talked to him since the fight. I've been avoiding him ever since, scared that he was still fuming, and more importantly, because of the crazy rumours. I don't even feel like giving an example, I shudder every time I hear one. And to be honest, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for the fact that I heard that Austin had a fight with Cassidy.
"All- I mean, Austin, what are you doing here?" Austin asked, breaking my train of thought.
"I heard about what happened earlier on," I said carefully, seeing as mom was still in the room, "And I wanted to, uh, talk to you."
"Okay, let's go to my room," he said, walking around mom. The moment I walked into my room I almost cried. What happened to my room!? It's a mess, I mean; you could keep a cockroach farm in here!
Austin sat on the unmade bed, "What's up?"
I stood in a sea of mess, my hands itching to start cleaning. I mean honestly, he didn't even open the curtains! I would open them, but I think that this'll look scarier in full daylight. I swallowed hard and sat next to him on the bed.
"It's been a day, Austin, a day, not even a full one and you managed to make a mess this big?!" I exploded, "This is so disgusting, you're a girl now, not a guy!"
"That's why I thought I'd become a tom girl. Next best thing to being a guy," he said, leaning back into the pillows. I glared at him, "If you keep this up, I'll start publicly hitting on guys and wear super skinny jeans."
"NO!" he protested, "Everyone will think I'm gay!" (1)
"That's the point," I snapped, "But, this isn't the reason as to why I'm here."
"Okay, what do you want?"
"Tell me about what happened with Cassidy," I demanded. Austin winced, almost as if he didn't want to talk about it.
"... If I tell you, will you get mad?"
"No! Cassidy cancelled the date we were supposed to have because a fight she had with 'Ally' and claimed she needed at least a week to disinfect herself from 'Dawson germs'."
Austin smirked at this before sighing, "Well, it's one thing to have a fight with my girlfriend as myself. It's another thing to fight with my girlfriend as a girl," he paused, turning to me, "Did you know that girls actually claw themselves in a cat fight?"
"You had a cat fight?!" I asked, shocked. Austin nodded sheepishly, "But she started it!"
I rolled my eyes, "What happened?"
"Well, she called me a boyfriend stealing #$%* and I called her a *&^%$ and then-"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on for a second. You, Austin Moon, called your girlfriend, the oh – so – perfect Cassidy a *&^%?!"
Austin shrugged, "Not at first. I tried to talk to her and you know, be civil, then she spat in my face so I just had to do it. So it escalated from verbal abuse to... eh..."
"To what?!" I asked, not really wanting to know the answer.
"She slapped me, so I told her that you would dump her sorry $%..."
Now, on one hand, I'm totally ecstatic. This means that he might break up with Cassidy and I can get my Austin back! But, on the other hand, I kind of feel bad for Austin. I mean, even though Cassidy turned him into a jerk, he was happy with her. It must have been hard considering the fact that he realised that she was evil when she slapped his 'best friend' in the face. That's got to be awful.
I put my hand on his knee, "Are you okay?"
He sighed, shrugging, "I don't know. I guess so. I forgive her, you know. She was probably having a bad day and-"
"Wait, you forgive her?"
"Yes."
"Austin, I wouldn't expect you of all people to be this naive!"
"What are you talking about?" he asked, "I'm being serious here!" I sighed, "Never mind."
"Anyway, I have some more news for you," he started, a smile growing.
"What did you do this time?" I asked, putting my head in my hands.
"Two, four, six, eight! Who do we appreciate?" I looked up, to see the most horrific sight ever.
"You're a cheerleader?!"
There we go! How was it? Please review!
(1): No offence to any gay person out there!
Sammie
