Ally's POV
We walked out of the practice room hand-in-hand. For know the reporters had gone, or at least we thought they had...
We came down the stairs and looked around. I turned to him and smiled. "They've gone!" I cried happily, "We did it!" I threw my arms around him and laughed gently into his ear. They weren't gone, just hiding under the balcony, acting as customers and even behind bushes. I had to give it to them; they were extremely good at their job! So again, the blinding flashes and the red dots of the camera appeared, only this time we didn't run away.
I stood still, breathing heavily. It took all my strength not to chew my hair. Austin squeezed my hand, reassuring me that everything was OK as long as I was with him. A million questions were fired at me, I didn't answer any, I didn't have time to. Austin just ignored them and pulled me through the crowd and ran towards the mall.
Eventually we got to Mini's, the reporters had given up a while back, Trish and Dez were already there. We sat down at their table, and relaxed.
"You did it Ally, you managed your first paparazzi, and without chewing your hair! I'm so proud of you!" Austin said as he leant over to kiss my cheek. I could see the surprise in Trish's face, but Dez wasn't so surprised. Hmm, he must be in one of his 'intellectual' moods today, he just smiled, like he knew it was gonna happen all along. I felt my cheeks turn a faint shade of pink
"But they will be back..." I said in fake dismay, I was just relieved that they were gone for now. Austin just laughed at me before heading to the counter to order, dragging Dez with him, which left just me and Trish. I looked at my menu, even though they had already gone to order, I felt Trish glare at me, waiting for me to look up and answer her questions. We sat there for ages, only the return of Dez made me look up (Austin was still at the counter).
"So you will look up for him but not for me?!" Trish exclaimed.
"I knew what you were going to say..." Trish just shook her head at me before returning to her Cheetah Beat magazine. It was the copy form this morning, but it didn't bother so much now. Austin came over with a tray of food for us and sat down, just in time for the reporters to come back. All four of us ran back to Sonic Boom.