So last time Austin and Ally tried kissing to get Austin back into his body but it didn't work so they came up with the conclusion that Ally has to help teach Austin how to be more modest and less cocky so I guess Ally needs to give Austin a little (a lot) Attitude adjustment.

Chapter 4, here I come!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN AUSTIN AND ALLY!


I wake up slowly from bed this morning and look to my right to see Austin standing stare staring at me. The sun is shining extra brightly today. I think today's gonna be a good day...

"You look stupid when you sleep"

May be not.

"Why are you watching me sleep?" I ask

He shrugs, "So what are we doing today?"

"Well it's Saturday, December 5th so I have to visit my parents today" i say

"Visit your parents?" he asks

I get off my bed, "Yup"

I take a quick shower and get ready for the day. Put wear black sweat pants, a white shirt and a black jacket with black boots and my earmuffs and gloves. It's cold outside today so I have to dress warm. I grab my purse and walk downstairs, Austin following close behind.

"So why don't you live with your parents?" he asks

I sigh, "because I can't"

He raises a brow, "what do you mean you can't?"

"You'll know when we get there" I say and walk out the door.

"Get where?" he asks

"To where we're going"

I stop by a flower shop on our way to the place to get some tulips. As we enter the gate to our destination, Austin's eyes widen.

"A cemetery?"

I nod, "yup, this is my parent's home"

I walk towards my parent's grave and lay my flowers softly on it.

"Hey mom, dad. I know you must be wondering who this guy is next to me but don't panic, dad, he's not my boyfriend. His name is Austin Moon, he came to me for help. Yup I've transformed into a ghost whisperer." I laugh as tears make their way down my cheeks, "he's a pain in my ass but I chose to help him anyway because that's what you guys would've done...Austin, don't be rude, come say hi"

Austin walks up and knees down next to me nervously, "um...wassup Mr and Mrs. Dawson, um, my name's Austin"

I laugh, "that's all you have to say?" he shrugs, "he's a bit new at this. He needs to learn some manners and some modesty and that's when my role as his teacher comes in. If you guys were here, I know you would've been so proud of me. I'm doing great in school, getting straight A's like you guys wanted. I'm so sorry I didn't listen to you guys. It's all my fault that you guys are here. I shouldn't have..." I couldn't finish my sentence because I burst into tears.

Austin shifts awkwardly, "Um, i don't know how to do this but..." he places his hands on my shoulders and pulls me into an awkward hug.

I laugh, "you're so stupid"

He chuckles, "I know"

When we finish talking to my parents, we make our way to a near by cafe for breakfast.

"I was surprised, you actually tried to be polite!" I say

He laughs, "I can be polite"

I raise a brow, "then why don't you?"

He shrugs, "Anyway, what happened to your parents?"

I sigh, "well, they died in a car accident"

"But you said it was your fault, why would it be your fault? Were you driving?" He asks

I shake my head no, "I wasn't driving, I couldn't, I was 14. I thought I knew better than them. They tried to tell me what to do. They told me I couldn't go to one of my older friend's party because she's a bad influence but I didn't listen. I snuck out, I went anyway but things so didn't go my way"

"What happened?" he asks

I frown, not at him, at the memory, "The neighbor called the cops because we were making too much noise and the cops found drugs in the house so they handcuffed my friend and told everybody to call their parents and go home. When I called my parents to come pick me up, they yelled at me and told me they were coming so I just hung up. I didn't apologize or anything. I waited for hours but they never showed up later I got a call from the hospital saying that I should hurry over there. I got a ride from one of the cops but when I got there, it was too late...they were gone. I hated myself, Austin, I couldn't live with myself. Do you know what my last words to them was...?"

He shakes his head no

I "my last words to them was I hate you. I didn't mean it! I couldn't believe I had just lost them so suddenly. I had to go live with my grandparents who live around here, I was depressed for about a year. I was suicidal, I had therapist left and right and depression pills to keep me calm. I got better and better and I started making friends again but not many. I learned to choose my friends and not let them choose me. After I turned 16 (she's 17 now), I left my grandparent's house to live on my own because I didn't want to be a nuisance to them, since then, I've learned that everything is a privilege, never take anything for granted because you never know how much it means to you till it's gone"

He looks at me surprised, "Wow, t-that's deep"

I roll my eyes, "you don't have to pretend you get it. That's what i'm for, right? To make you get it."

He nods

"So what are the most important things to you?" I ask

He puts on a thinking face "Um...my job, my reputation...my face, pancakes, my car" he says

I can't believe this...,"those are not the kind of things that should be most important to you. They should be like, family and friends"

"Dez.." he says

"what?" I question

He shake his head, "My best friend Dez, we got into a big argument before I got into a car accident. He said I was taking him for granted but I refused"

"Why do you think he would say something like that?" I ask

He shrugs, "I don't do anything, I barely even talk to him unless I need some booze from his dad's club"

I frown, "How can you call you call him your best friend when you just use him for booze?"

"I don't use him for booze" He denies

I raise a brow, "oh yeah? then what do you know about him?"

He lift his chin up proudly, "his dad owns a club"

I roll my eyes, "anything else?"

He puts his finger on his chin and pulls a thinking face, "um...no, I don't think so"

I scoff, "are you serious? You don't even know his last name?"

"That's so not fair, nobody knows his last name!" He protests

"Whatever, best friends are suppose to know everything about each other" I say

"I don't have time to get to know people" he says

"No, you don't want to get to know people unless it benefits you and that is not a good thing. You need to care about friends. How do you think he felt when you got put in a coma? I bet he's worried sick about you because he actually believes you are his best friend. Was he at the hospital?"

He hangs his head low, "yeah"

I sigh, "what did you guys argue about?""

He sighs and rubs his face, "I was upset because my manager, James Knight, and the owner of my record label, Jimmy Starr wanted me to stop my antics or else i'll be dropped so I called up Dez and told him to get a counter of booze ready for me. When I got there and told him about it, he said that he also thinks that I'm getting a little out of hand and that I could get myself hurt. I got mad, yelled at him, and got drunk so he kicked me out and the car accident happened"

I nod, "so he wanted to help you and you shut him out. Do you miss him"

He sighs and runs his hand through is hair, "yeah...you know, your really good at making people feel like shit"

I smirk, "thank you, I think lesson one is over. It went pretty well, so what have you learned?"

He rolls his eyes but smile, "that if someone who cares about you tries to help you, you should listen and accept it"

I smile, "great, no let's order some food!"

"Does this place have pancakes?"