Hey guys! Pretty fast update if I do say so myself :D Anyways, I'm so glad you all enjoyed that last chapter! Kira was acting totally rude, but Austin hasn't given up on her. He is still holding on to their relationship...he's a man who works for things. In other news, today I saw the Hunks and Homecoming promo for the first time, and OMG Jealous Austin! I'm so excited. Only one more torturous week until we get to see the episode!

Be thankful for this chapter! There is some Auslly in it :)))

Disclaimer... I do not own Austin and Ally as usual! If anything changed from yesterday to today that made me the owner of Austin and Ally, I was not made aware :P Also I do not own anything else you may recognize!

Okay, I will not waste anymore of your precious time...You may read! :D

Chapter 3: Drama

After I left Ally's room, I immediately made a beeline for Kira and I's. She was absolutely going to get it for her rude behavior. It's not right to be so rude to our guest, who flew in all the way from Pennsylvania to help us plan our stupidly large wedding, and is not even a mean girl. She's actually a very pleasant, flattering, interesting, not to mention gorgeous, girl who does not deserve to be treated so harshly.

I whipped open our bedroom door, infuriated. "Kira!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. She was sitting on our bed in a silky bathrobe with her pink laptop in her lap. She looked up at me with a bat of her false eyelashes, which for some reason were still applied.

"Austin, hun, now let's not blow things out of proportion here, let's talk rationally about our disagreements," she said calmly, tapping the spot on the bed next to her.

I was boiling, my face was bright red, and there had to be visible smoke coming from my ears. "Kira," I said, trying to simmer, but my voice was quavering and I was visibly shaking, "It's not just about our disagreements about the wedding, okay? You shouldn't have treated Miss Ally like that. It was the most downright disgusting you have ever done, Kira. I thought you wanted Ally to like us."

I was fuming, and I had no idea why. I had this non explainable desire to defend a girl I just met against my girlfriend of years. I wasn't sure what it was about her, perhaps her innocence, that made me want to protect her. All I know is that Ally didn't deserve that at all.

"I did want Ally to like us, back when I thought she was some sophisticated, fashionable, famous wedding planner. I mean, look at her Austin. Do you really want that planning our wedding?" Kira asked with an exasperated sigh, "Face it Austin. She's basic and not at all what we expected."

At this point, I felt like running away and never coming back. How dare she judge such a sweet girl on what she was wearing? Sure it was casual and down to earth, but I'd rather somebody like that plan my wedding than somebody that Kira had in mind.

I shook my head and bit my lip so hard I thought it was going to bleed. I slammed my hands down on our dresser and screamed, "You know what Kira? What is wrong with you? Literally what is going on in your head? It's the quality of her job that matters. Not what she looks like, although I thought she looked pretty fricken good," I started and Kira hung her mouth open, like she couldn't believe I found Ally to be pretty, "but even if she didn't, and to you that's the case, she is still a great wedding planner and that's why you got her. And don't you ever call her basic again."

Kira rolled her eyes, "Why do you even care about her so much? She's just some poor girl from PA wearing oversized glasses and clothes that don't fit her properly. Let's be honest here, you're defending some silly girl who's supposed to be some big shot wedding planner against me, you're fiance!"

I gritted my teeth so hard, I'm pretty sure I grinded my top layer right off. "You know what? You care about people who have a lot of money! Yes money! People who dress like you and talk like you and have MONEY! Well guess what, sweetheart, that's something I ain't got, so I don't know what you're doing marrying a guy like me."

Kira made a face. "You aren't poor Austin. You're parents run the biggest mattress chain that has ever seen America! And you have a great job with my dad!"

I rolled my eyes. "That's my PARENTS, Kira. Not me. As soon as we get married, it's like, deals off. Parents stop sending money and housewarming gifts and stop paying our bills and then we have to do everything ourselves. And to be honest Kira? I literally sit in a soundbooth and press buttons while your dad listens to people sing. I grab him a coffee if he's thirsty. I help make records. Not record labels Kira, I don't make people's dreams come true, I literally sit in the booth and make a physical record. And I barely get paid over minimum wage."

Kira frowned. "Well, Austin. I love you anways. You know that. And besides we've got me, I'm rich!"

I shook my head. "Kira, you jump from job to job. One day you're modeling, the next you're acting. You're not in any stable job. Your paychecks come in at scattered times. It's ridiculous. We're living off our parents, Kira, and it's about time we get ourselves together."

She made another face. "Please, Austin. My dad will still send us tons of money."

I rolled my eyes, Kira's most famous action, and said, "I don't want to live off somebody else's paycheck Kira. I want to start my own home, start a family, and support them from my paychecks. Do you know what it looks like Kira when you spend your entire life living off of your Daddy's paychecks?"

"Austin please. I'm the daughter of Jimmy Starr. Nobody's going to look down on me in anyway."

I sat down beside Kira, my anger subsiding and I placed my hand on her arm.

"Look, Kira. We can cross that bridge when we get to it. I don't want to fight anymore tonight. I'm tired and hungry and just frustrated. I just ask that we compromise our wedding and that you treat Ally with the respect she deserves. I know you're a good person, Kira. I've seen good sides of you."

Kira sighed and put her head on my shoulder. "I'm sorry Austin," she said in this fake baby voice, which I couldn't stand, "I'll try harder."

I shook my head. "No Kira, no trying. You are going to be nicer to her."

Kira shrugged. "Whatever."

Whatever was at least better than a full blown objection. We were making some progress here. I felt like a father trying to discipline his daughter and teach her proper manners.

"Well, I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have gotten so angry. I don't know what came over me."

Kira smirked, snaking her arms around my neck and pushing herself against me, her chest flat against mine. "I can think of another way you can apologize to me," she whispered seductively in my ear.

I unwrapped my arms from her waist and moved over. "No Kira, you know how I feel about that. I don't want to do anything until we're married. I want it to be special."

"It can be special right now."

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. "Look, I just don't think that doing it as a result of a fight is special, and I also don't think that doing it before marriage is special. I mean I want to Kira, I really do, I am a man with horomones , but my gosh I don't want my first time to not mean anything."

Kira laughed. "It's so strange to hear you talk about your virginity."

Of course, she laughed at me. I was pouring my heart out, my real feelings about how I felt towards things, and she was laughing at the fact I still was a virgin. All my friends aren't virgins, except Dez, who knows exactly what I feel. Kira doesn't understand because she is definitely not a virgin.

"I'm tired I don't want to talk anymore."

"Austin. Come on, I was just joking. Come on, now."

"Everything is a joke to you."

After that, neither of us spoke a word to each other. I went downstairs where I fell asleep watching Jimmy Kimmel.

I woke up early the next morning, and I mean real early, like seven. I usually wake up at eleven or twelve and get ready for work which I have at two until seven each day, but this particular day I was up so early and I actually felt refreshed. I ran downstairs to the kitchen where I planned on eating before showering and getting ready for the day.

Kira was still sleeping, I assumed, and I'm glad she was. I couldn't take anymore of the rude comments and the childlike behavior and the everything is a joke. I was really starting to question whether or not I should be with her.

But I always pushed those thoughts out of mind. No matter how bad she could get, she was my fiance and I did love her. I thought about all the good times we had. Times at amusement parks or casual ice cream dates or naps on the beach and they seemed to conquer all the bad ones we always seemed to face. So I did in fact love Kira, I mean I was pretty sure I did.

But love, it's a strange thing. And as I poured my cup of orange juice on that Monday morning, the second of June, that I woke up so unnaturally early, I thought about the true meaning of it.

I had once read somewhere marriage is not for me. That marriage is not for anybody. I was confused when I had read it, because I was pretty sure marriage was meant for tons of people. That when you find the person you want to be with, marriage is in order and meant for you. However, I continued reading and it said: Marriage is not for you, it is for the other person. When I looked at it in that perspective it made so much more sense.

Marriage is not for you, it is for the other person.

What it's basically saying is, marriage, or true love really, is putting someone else's needs before your own. Making somebody else's happiness your happiness. If you want to make somebody happy for the rest of your life, and that makes you happy knowing they are happy, then you've found somebody. And if that person feels the same way, the marriage can be golden.

I put that phrase into Kira and I's relationship, just as I put a piece of toast into my toaster. Did Kira's happiness make me happy? In all reality, Kira's happiness always seemed to be the same thing: sex and money. And that didn't make me happy.

But making Kira laugh and seeing her smile, sometimes made me happy, but I wasn't sure if it was for the right reasons. I think the reason making her laugh and seeing her smile made me happy was because I fought so hard for it, that it was an accomplishment for me. It's hard to make her laugh over something that's innocent and yet mature. She's always so crazy and immature, like a wild teenager that when I make her smile I feel like she transforms into an adult, and I give myself a pat on the back. And that's the problem. Marriage is not for me. It's for the other person.

I ate my toast quietly, still reflecting on my thoughts. It was beautiful outside, I gathered, as I stared out our large window with a magnificent view of the beach. I figured that it was too nice to sit inside, so I finished my breakfast, walked upstairs, got dressed in a t-shirt and a pair of shorts, and brushed my teeth. There would be time for a shower after my quick walk.

The best thing about the mansion was that it was literally next to the beach. A full blown beach house, if you will. It was on a cliff, sort of, that overlooks the sand. I had to walk down a steep hill to reach the sand, and then it was about a five to ten minute walk along the beach to make it to the ocean.

I walked outside and stumbled down the cliff, admiring the oceanic view. The ocean is almost like land if you think about it. The fish are the average civilian people while the sharks are like the criminals. The fish all live in their own places whether it's alone or with a school of fish, very similarly to the way we live with our families. They have their worries too, just like we do. Scared that larger fish are going to eat them. Scared they are going to be a human's lunch. At the same time though, they have so much freedom, the entire ocean, but they don't use it because they are scared of the sharks and humans.

And if you think about it, so do we. We have the whole world in front of us to explore , to visit different countries and eat exotic dishes and meet all kinds of people, but we're all nailed to one place. Our houses. We live there, eat there, sleep there. We leave now and then, but it's mainly routine. And while we all travel once in a while, it's a few weeks and it's back to the never ending circle that is our lives. It's because we feel safe. We don't want to know what's out there to get us.

I felt stuck in that circle with Kira. No freedom, no escape. I was trapped in this relationship, but I was content with it because I was scared of what else might be out there. This is the only relationship I have ever known and I have no freedom, which bugged me to no end, it really did.

I started walking along the beach, which was empty at this point of day. Even in the afternoon, it was never really busy because it was more of a rocky beach. It had sand, but mainly a type of sandy rock which isn't something you want your kids playing on. It was not the type of beach to have a picture perfect picnic at or build a castle, but there was a couple people who enjoyed walking along the waves or sitting upon a rock and eating sandwiches. I liked those people. They enjoy the rocky, forgotten beach as opposed to the stereotypical beach we've all come to know.

So this morning the beach was empty, not a soul around, or so I thought. As I walked along the crashing waves of the ocean and let my barefeet soak into the wet sand, I heard a voice behind me shout "Hey, Mr. Afternoon!"

I spun around and there was Ally, the infamous wedding planner wearing a sundress and huge smile on her face. She started running towards me from down the beach, her too being barefoot. I felt a smile form on my face, and I didn't even think about it. It just appeared naturally at the sight of her running towards me.

She came to a halt in front of me, a little frazzled and out of breath, but she still managed to gasp out, "What are you doing down here, Mr. I'll see you in the Afternoon? This seems a little early for you, don't you think?"

I smiled and said, "Yeah, I guess so. I just woke up early and decided to go for a little walk. I really like being up at this hour. It's so peaceful. There is so much we miss when we're asleep."

Ally nodded her head, "Right? When we're sleeping at night, we miss the stars twinkling and sometimes shooting stars. We miss the owls and all the other night animals. We miss nature. But I never miss the mornings. I'm up with the sun. I'm a really early riser."

I smiled again, I couldn't stop. Everything she said was just so, innocent and sweet and just so perfect that I couldn't help but smile. It just naturally spread onto my face.

"What are you doing out here?" I asked, "Is it your morning ritual to take walks?"

"Sometimes," she said with a small shrug, "But I wanted to explore the beach. I've been down here since 5 AM."

I was shocked. "5 AM? Wow, you really are a morning person. And here I was thinking that you were trying to bull me into thinking you woke up early everyday."

She giggled, "Wouldn't say it if it wasn't true."

I laughed lightly before sitting down on a rock. I patted the space beside me gently, motioning for her to sit down beside me. She complied and crossed her ankles as soon as she sat down. She always acted like such a...lady. A respectful young lady. And I liked it. I liked it a lot more than I probably should have.

"So anymore thought to Kira and I's wedding plans?" I asked with a laugh.

She laughed along. "I wish I could say yes, but I'm not really sure what to do. You guys seem to want completely opposite things."

I shrugged. "I'm a guy's guy. I like things simple and laid back. A nice, traditional, proper ceremony, then a little reception with some good music. I have a couple beers, not getting drunk at my own wedding, of course, then go home. That's what I want. But Kira's much more...flamboyant.

"I'll say," Ally muttered under her breath. I don't think it was meant for my ears, but I picked it up anyways. It brought a tiny smile to my face, nonetheless.

"What's your dream wedding?" I asked suddenly after a brief silence, "I mean you're always planning other people's weddings, do you ever think about how you would plan your own someday?"

She smiled and then gazed up at the bright blue sky. The sun was fully up by now, so we were sort of squinting at each other, but I didn't really mind. Her squinting sort of made her look cuter than she already was. Not that it mattered to me, or anything.

"I would like it small," she said, still looking up, "In a church. Preferably the church where my mother and father got married, that's the church I belong to in Pennyslvania, but any church would do. And I think I would like white bows tied onto the ends of every pew. A nice long white carpet would be draped down the center aisle, and the flower girl, whoever that would be, would drop white roses onto the white carpet. White. Everything would be crisp and clean and white."

She looked back down at me and back into my eyes. Her eyes seemed to hold a thousand thoughts and dreams and wonders, I wanted to know them all. They all swirled around in there, begging to come out. She seemed like she was holding a lot of stuff in and this was one of them.

I thought she was done but then she said, "Oh and my dress. Well I wouldn't be able to afford anything expensive, anyways, but I don't want to uby a dress. I want to wear my mother's gown. It was so beautiful, Austin. I can't explain it, but it's stunning. And I've seen pictures of my mother wearing it. And she looked gorgeous. I just want to wear it and look as beautiful as she did. I want her to look down at me in heaven and say, "I'm so proud of her and happy for her, and she looks stunning in my dress..."

Her face lit up when she talked about her mother's dress, but when she got to the end of her sentence, she started to choke up. "I'm sorry," she whispered, tears in her eyes, but none falling, "I just...I just miss her so much. She was my best friend and...just...well, my mom."

I couldn't bear the sight of her in pain, and I longed to see the smile on her face again. But seeing her express real and true emotions made her all the more beautiful.

"You know what?" I said, as she wiped a tear from the corner of her eye, "You deserve that wedding and you deserve to wear your mother's dress. I've only known you for 24 hours, but in that 24 hours I've learned so much about you and about your mother. You are sweet and kind and down to earth, and I know by the way you talk so highly about your mother that she was too. And someday when you walk down the clean, crisp, white aisle to a very lucky man who will be waiting at the altar, your mom is going to look down at you wearing that dress and she's going to be stunned. That's how beautiful you are going to look. Just as beautiful as I'm sure she was."

Ally looked shocked that those words have just came out of my mouth, and I was pretty stunned , even though I considered myself to be manly, I was still very emotional and sentimental. When it came to my virginity and my feelings about different things, I was sort of feminine in a way. I had certain feelings and emotional strings, and this girl was pulling every one I had.

"That is probably the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me, thank you so much," she said with a soft, angelic smile that flashed her perfect set of white teeth. The way her eyes looked in that moment and the soft smile that was embodying her entire face, made her so irresistible. I could just lean in and kiss her soft, sweet, pink lips...

I did not just think that. No, no, no, no...you are not that sort of man. You are an engaged man soon to be married. Okay, Austin. Just breathe. It's normal to have thoughts about another woman as long as you let them go...

But I couldn't let them go. I went to work at Jimmy's, and as I made Jimmy a pot of steaming coffee, all I could think about was how beautiful she looked sitting on that rock and how my heart melted at the sight of her brown eyes lighting up at my comment and the stunning smile that made her look like a bright angel. It felt wrong of me to serve Jimmy, my soon to be father- in- law, his coffee, when I was thinking about a girl who was not his daughter.

I didn't know what was happening to me, or what was going on, all I knew was that I better get this girl out of my mind and fast or there was going to be a lot of trouble...

Ooohhhh Austin seems to be developing a little crush :P You guys will just have to keep reading to find out what happens :D Btw, I was wondering: Would you guys like it if I did a chapter in Ally's or Kira's POV's? Would you find that to be interesting to see into the minds of the other characters? Or should I just keep writing in Austin's POV?

Let me know :D Oh and review, review, review! No one understands how happy it makes me to find a nice review! So make me smile and review! :P The more reviews, the more willingness to want to write, and the more chapters and Auslly you shall receive. Sounds like a fair deal to me! SO REVIEW3 Love you guys, you all rock :)