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Ally

You know how in the movies, when someone says something really absurd, and then everyone in the room turns to stare at them? The whole room just goes quiet, and everyone just stops all their conversations, daring you to continue talking, because now you've got the whole place interested?

Yeah.

That would be a very accurate description of what just happened in Sonic Boom.

"Uhm…behind the stairs, it's hidden there. I t-tuned it for you, knock y-yourself out…," I shut my eyes tight while saying this. I will not look. I will not look.

Quickly, he shuffles over to the side and snatches the darned thing up quickly, and people slowly start to get back to their business.

"Aww, sick, did you go to Eflat tuning? Thanks, totally needed that for the new song! I love you!" he pumps his fist in the air, then claps me on the back while still in Dallas' arms. Ow.

Wait, wait, he loves me? What sort of idiot brings out the l word when I'm with Dallas? Now, he's going to get the wrong idea, and…oh shoot.

Dallas

He loves her? What sort of idiot brings the l word out when we're hugging, what the hell?

Austin

I love her? Psh, no. But the look on Dallas' face? I sure loved that.

Walking out, trying hard not to burst out laughing, I reach the little palm tree near Corner Bakery. It's really quiet. Hmm, no girls now.

Shoot.

I really have no chance at this. Dez meant for me to find a girl on the day we made the bet, and it's already been like twenty four hours. I'm screwed, Trish was right, I'll have to say goodbye to dating for three months. That means no more…and none of that…but I loved it when we'd…aw.

There's no one out here, maybe my reputation as a player really got out. I don't know, but there has to be someone willing to do this. I'll do anything, other than back down off the bet. First, Dez won't let me, and number two, a man never backs down off a bet. Never. I won't live that one down.

What am I supposed to freaking do? Walk up to someone and tell them about the bet, so they feel sorry for me? No one really falls for that stuff, not unless they're really sensitive and overly-empathetic.

Hmm…

Huh.

…

Oh. This is going to be good.

Ally

"No."

"It's just a month, no one'll find out, it's fine-"

"No."

"Come on, you can go back to-"

"Did you hear me at all? No!" I absolutely cannot believe him. He saw how I hugged him. He knows how long I've been pining after Dallas. He should be a supportive friend and understand where I'm going with this!

"How could you be so selfish, Ally! I can't back down!"

Oh, he did not just go there. But judging by his serious expression, he definitely just did.

Bringing my hand up, I bring it upon his face, an ear-splitting slap echoing through the store. Thank god no one's here now.

"OUCH! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?" he yelps angrily.

"For being such a jerk, Austin! Oh, oh, god, it's stinging red, here sit, let me get you some ice. Aghhh," I cringe. Okay, so maybe that was a little bit uncalled for. I rush up the stairs and grab an ice pack from the freezer in the practice room. It's been used a lot, lately. Trampling down the stairs quickly, I throw it to him, and after putting it to his face, his expression immediately softens.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me, but…but…you honestly can't think like that!" I shriek.

Nodding his head, he ushers me to continue on.

"Look…I can see where you're coming from, you don't want to back down. I get it, I understand. But…it's Dallas for crying out loud! On the one day that we actually get the chance to go out on a date? That's when you decide to ask me? Please…I've been waiting for this for so long, I don't want to give it up after all this, you know?" I say softly, as a sort of compensation for my rash actions before.

His eyebrows knit together and right when I think he's going to say that he understands, he says, "Nope. I really don't know what you mean."

Ugh.

"Honestly. I don't get it. Why don't you just go out with me for this one month, tell Dallas that you're just not feeling it with him, then go out with him later after we're over? It's a fool proof plan," he shrugs, clearly thinking that this solution was obvious.

"Most people aren't as desperate as the girls who want to go with you, Austin. Maybe you can get away with that and still get the date, but I doubt I'll be able to. Love doesn't work like that, you can't put someone on hold!" I screech. Does he honestly think that relationships work like that?

"Love works that way for me."

"You know, suddenly, I'm starting to realize why Dez called you whore," I scoff sarcastically. I can tell that one hit him.

Silence.

"You know what, fine. Go out with Dallas, I'll see you around. Later," he hangs his head low and walks over out of the store, once again.

Huh.

Wayyy to go, Ally.

Austin

I guess someone wasn't all that empathetic. More selfish than empathetic.

Sigh.

No, no, she's right. I can't believe I went there, I knew that when I called her selfish, it was wrong. Ally's anything but selfish. She's kind, smart, willing to help anyone. I'm the selfish one.

Ughhh, I really screwed up. Okay. I know what I have to do. Running through the mall, searching for Dez, I finally find him talking to Jennie in the food court, showing her his newly improved Gingerbread House.

Let's do this, Moon.

Ally

Why do I feel so awful? Did I just…but it was for a good cause, right? Maybe I should…no. No.

If he was ever going to become my boyfriend, he'd care about me, and care about how I was feeling with Dallas! Dallas as important to me as the bet is to Austin!

Maybe I should apologize to him. For the slap and all.

Yeah, I'll just go over to him, explain a little bit better, and then continue to be with Dallas.

Right.

Let's do this, Dawson.

Okay, where would you typically find Austin Moon?

Pft, the food court, duh.

Sprinting over there, (then fixing my hair), I spot him hovering near Dennie, Trish's super cute nickname for Dez and Jennie. I'm about to walk up briskly and tap him on the shoulder, when a little swish of brown hair catches my attention.

Dallas.

Now, for a moment, I want you to imagine a triangle. An isosceles triangle, if your math is good. There are three points, and two of them are at an equal distance from the top one. I'm the freaking top one, and there are my two little points, Dallas and Austin. That's the type of position we're all in.

It should be a no-brainer, right? Go talk to Dallas, Dallas, Dallas, I seem to be screaming to myself.

Then why am I slightly breaking this isosceles triangle and slowly walking over to Austin?

It's just…look on his face when he walked out made it seem like he was…I don't know, disappointed in me. Oh.

But it's Dallas! He's so cute, and charming, and just flawless, do I really want to give that all up?

Apparently, I do, because before I even catch myself doing it, I glide over to Austin and crash my forehead into his back, wrapping my arms around his toned body, and mutter, "I hate you. I'll do it."