Disclaimer: I think we are all aware that I, in fact, do not own the characters from Austin & Ally. Nor do I own Marianas Trench's song, Beside Me. If you have never heard of this band, check them out- great group of guys with an amazing sound.
Now that we have gotten all that disclaimer garbage out of the way...hope you enjoy!
Austin sauntered into Sonic Boom, leaning his weight against the counter. "Hello Ally." he strained to sound as poised and proper as he could. But Ally didn't look up from her book.
"Hey Aust, what's new?" he stood straighter, staring at Ally. How didn't she realize? Was she blind?
Austin sighed, straightening the ever-growing uncomfortable button up. "I was basket weaving at the retirement home today...baked cookies for the orphanage..." he cleared his throat, "You know...the usual." But he had…he was trying to be the man she wanted. Or, the man he thought she wanted.
Ally's lips stretched into a grin, "Sure Austin...now really, what did you do today?" Her eyes flitted upward to look at her best friend, but her smile faltered as her eyes took in his appearance. "What are you wearing...?"
Austin's eyes scanned his appearance, "Clothing."
"Who do they belong to?" Ally moved around the counter, taking in his entire appearance. She couldn't get passed the button up and ironed jeans. "You're...why're you..." her fingers were pinching the bridge of her nose, "You're wearing a button-up...buttoned-up? Are you feeling okay?" her tiny hand laid across his cool forehead as she frowned. "You don't feel warm."
He swatted away her hand, "Can't a guy just look nice every now and then? I'm simply trying out a new look."
"I liked your old look, Austin. You always looked just fine to me." her words caught him off guard. She always thought I looked fine? I don't want to look 'fine' to her, I want to catch her eye...I want to be her guy.
"What's so wrong with this look?" he adjusted his collar, it felt like it was going to choke him.
Ally's tiny hands reached up, undoing a few buttons on his shirt. "There. Much more 'Austin'." he had to admit it felt better...he could breathe a bit easier. "Why're you trying to be someone you're not? You're amazing the way you are." she smiled up at him, her hand patting his chest before she returned to her spot behind the counter.
He would have to work a whole lot harder to gain the attention of Ally Dawson, a whole lot harder. Austin stalked toward the nearby bench, un-tucking his shirt as he proceeded. His mind raced with words, phrases, music notes. After a few moments of deep thought and random scribbling on a magazine his mind eased. The words began to flow effortlessly.
When your tears are spent on your last pretense
And your tired eyes refuse to close and sleep in your defense.
When it's in your spine like you've walked for miles
And the only thing you want is just to be still for a while
Alternating between holding the pencil between his teeth, and scribbling onto a page...Austin continued to write.
If your heart wears thin I will hold you up
And I will hide you when it gets too much
I'll be right beside you
I'll be right beside you
Beside her...right where I always want to be. His eyes moved to the petite brunette behind the counter. Almost as if he had spoken her name, she looked up. Her beautiful eyes captured his, and her smile took his breath away. This song...he knew this song had to capture every feeling he had for her- from his deep desire to protect her from anyone, to the love desperately clawing out of his chest. But his fear? The fear that caused him to stay silent for so many years was the earth-shattering chance that she may pull away and he'd lose her forever.
Trust in me, trust in me.
Don't pull away
Trust in me, trust in me.
I'm just trying to keep this together,
Because I could do worse and you could do better
His eyes scanned the scribbles left on the page. Well, it wasn't Mozart...but it was a start.
"Hey Ally, can you tell me what you think of this...?" Maybe now was his chance to start the slow process of revealing his feelings.