Disclaimer: I don't own Austin and Ally (clearly, otherwise all of this would be canon?) and I'm in no way affiliated with Disney.
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A/N: This is a short one idk sorry I just couldn't stretch it out any longer lol. I tried to stretch it out so I'm sorry if there are any awkward lulls. Nonetheless, I have a feeling you'll like this one.
Warm sunlight shone down on Austin's back as he washed his new car with his dad on a pleasant Sunday afternoon. The car, itself, was not new – but it was new to him, and hence, it was his new car. Despite the fact that his parents could easily afford to buy him a brand new, shiny car of the latest model and most prestigious brand, they had told Austin that if he wanted a car, he had to buy it himself. And so, after almost a year and a half of slaving away at his parents' mattress store, Austin had finally saved up enough money to buy his own car. Granted, it was second-hand, a brand he had never heard of and a model so ancient he was almost certain that his grandfather would be familiar with it, and it was incredibly dusty – but Austin had bought it with his own money, and it was his baby.
His dad had seen him pulling up in front of their house, and at first had come out to see why a strange car was being parked in his driveway. Upon realising that it was his only son, bumbling about in a second-hand car that he had bought with his own savings – whilst making sure he didn't spend all of his savings on it – Mike Moon had been ecstatic, and had very enthusiastically agreed to help his son wash the car. It was making weird noises with the engine, but the two agreed that it would be a nice project for the father and son to bond over. That was for another day, though, and at the moment, they were attempting to wash off layers upon layers of dirt, mud, and dust off of the recent purchase.
The two worked in a comfortable silence, until Mike suddenly let out an excited cheer.
"I can actually see the real colour of your car!" He exclaimed, where he had wiped the dirt off enough to reveal the red paint beneath it.
The blond rolled his eyes and shoved his dad. "Shut up, Dad," he grumbled. "I knew it was red."
Mike simply laughed and turned the hose on his son, effectively dousing him once more from head to toe. With an annoyed glare, Austin took off his soaking shirt and threw it to the ground, shaking his hair out and attempting to wet his dad even just a little bit. It didn't work.
"You know, you could always go in and put on another shirt," Mike said to his son, after a little while of amiable silence. Somehow, Mike had managed to stay almost completely dry, but Austin's jeans and hair were both completely soaked. He was glad he had left his phone and wallet inside the car.
"It's hot," Austin said, shrugging. "Besides, Mrs Clancy was telling me that the neighbourhood needs more eye candy."
"Mrs Clancy? As in the seventy-four year old woman who lives down the road?"
Austin nodded in confirmation. "Yup," he said, popping the 'p'. "She told me to take off my shirt and find a girlfriend."
Mrs Clancy was a kind of old lady who would make the sort of jokes and sexual innuendoes that Austin would expect from a teenaged girl, but she wasn't lecherous in the slightest – and although she would often tell him to parade his bare chest and find a nice girlfriend, if she actually saw him in all his shirtless glory at the moment, he was almost certain that she would tell him to go put a shirt on.
Mike rolled his eyes before looking at his son fondly. "What happened in the end? With that Tilly girl, I mean."
This cued quite a dramatic reaction from the blond, and he shivered violently. "It finally got through to her that I don't want to be with her."
"Austin. She's a seventeen-year-old girl. You're acting as though she's some crazed man-eater."
Austin made a face. "She was! She scared me," he said sadly, and his father let out a deep chuckle. "Besides," Austin added, "the surprising part isn't that she finally understands that we're not in a relationship any more. The surprising part is that Dez came up with the idea to make her understand."
"You know, I really don't think you give poor Dez enough credit," Mike said, moving around the car to spray the other side. "Doesn't he call himself The Love Whisperer? He's a lot smarter than you boys let him believe."
"Whatever. You know he says weird things. Anyway, I'm glad that things are over between me and Tilly. I feel, like, I don't know. Free, I guess? It was like – honestly, Dad, she just wouldn't let things go. I've been trying to get away from her for a whole year," he whined, pouting at the older man.
Mike simply rolled his eyes with a smile. "I never really liked that girl much," he admitted. "Of course, your mother and I tried to be civil since she was your girlfriend and all, but boy – that girl sure does have a mouth on her. She ought to learn some manners." He nodded in agreement with himself, before he hummed softly to himself.
Before Austin could really formulate any response more coherent than a vigorous nod of agreement, a familiar white car was pulling up at the top of his driveway. With a panicked stare, Austin put his finger over his lips in a shushing motion to his father, before he opened his car door and dove inside, shuffling about and hiding under a blanket. He was suddenly glad that the windows were muddy and dirty – as though she had been summoned by their conversation, Tilly Thompson was gracefully making her way down his driveway and chatting to his Dad. Austin could hear the muffled conversation, although he couldn't make out any distinct words, and he sincerely hoped she did not notice him there. After a few minutes, the sound died down, and the door swung open.
Please don't be Tilly, please don't be Tilly, please don't be Tilly.
Mike Moon smirked down at his son and folded his arms across his chest, an eyebrow raised, as though waiting for an answer.
"Oh, shut up. As if you wouldn't have hidden," Austin grumbled, climbing out of the car. "Where did she go?"
"She went inside to see if you were in your room," he said. "Go on, go on, we can clean the car later. You can hide at Dez's house, since you're so afraid of a teenaged girl."
A vague grunt of protest was all Austin could do, but just as he was starting the car, he heard his mother calling.
"Austin, honey, Tilly is here to see you!"
"Mum," Austin groaned, throwing his head against his steering wheel in despair, and sighing loudly when the car honked. With a sad sigh, he got out of the car and dejectedly picked up his still-soaking t-shirt, before he slipped the wet fabric over the head – he would rather catch a cold then have Tilly Thompson gawk and stare at him, as she seemed to so often do – and looked miserably at his father, who simply smiled back with an impossibly amused glint in his eyes. It was true that Austin could simply stay outside, but he knew that when Tilly wanted something, she made sure she got it – so if he didn't go inside to talk to her, she would come outside to talk to him.
When Austin entered his house, a weight was suddenly thrown around him, and he looked down, only to be greeted with nice-smelling blonde hair. It was true that Tilly was a very attractive girl – there was no denying that – but she scared him, and made him feel uncomfortable. He carefully extracted himself from her grip, and crossed the room to the opposite side.
"So, uh… Why are you here?" He asked her, almost scared to find her answer.
"Your little jig is up," she declared. "I've thought about it, and there's absolutely no way you'd have broken up with me. You're obviously in some kind of bet, right?"
Austin shook his head, annoyed. "Oh, my fu—can you please just leave me alone? This is literally bordering on sexual harassment." Of course, Austin knew nothing about the law, so he wasn't sure if that was true – but it certainly felt that way.
"Austy," she began, but he cut her off.
"Please stop calling me that, and please stop calling me," he said. He motioned to the door. "And please don't come here again."
"But, Aust—"
"No, Tilly," he said firmly. "You're beginning to make it really hard for me to be polite. Can you please leave and respect my decision? If not, I'm going to have to tell an authority."
That seemed to work, because she rolled her eyes, and Austin heard the words 'stupid blond drama queen,' before she left his house. He had a feeling that she wasn't referring to herself.
Later, at dinner, Austin's parents were in an amused discussion over Tilly. They both agreed that she kept bothering their precious son due to his good looks and kind nature, although Mike argued that she could probably find someone who worked harder in school, whilst Mimi disagreed and said that nobody was better than her little prince. Austin moodily pushed his peas around the plate, not wanting to eat the vegetables – but he had to eat them, if he wanted dessert.
"She is quite bothersome," Mimi said thoughtfully, tapping her chin. "You would think that after being told not to do something, she would do the courteous thing and do so."
Austin nodded vigorously in agreement. "She's so annoying," he sighed. "And she just doesn't get the picture!"
"Well, son," Mike said, shaking his head from across the table as he cut into his steak. "From my experience, before I met your mother, the easiest way to show a girl that you're not into her anymore is to move on and find a nice girl who likes you back."
It was interesting advice, and Austin leaned back as he stroked his jaw thoughtfully. He thought about a short brunette, with chocolate eyes and the occasional sassy mumble he had overheard when she thought no one was listening, or the gleeful laugh when she was with her friends, completely unaware of him watching her, captivated, from all the way across the cafeteria. He thought about a petite frame and amazing songs that she had shyly performed when the teacher commended her for getting the highest mark in class. He thought about her dainty hands and the way they flew across the keys of the piano, the guitar, the violin – whatever instrument was being graced by her delicate fingertips. He thought about her face-splitting grin, the kind that made his heart leap out of his chest and his own grin widen. He thought about all the times he tried to talk to her, but she hadn't heard him or she was too shy to keep up the conversation for very long when they were finally – finally – alone. He had never wanted to rudely push his way into her life, but he was excruciatingly aware that she was far too shy to even try stepping into his. And so, sadly, he had never been able to gain a status higher than 'sorta-friend' in her life, but she was more than that to him – and yet, she didn't have the slightest clue.
His dad smirked at him from across the table, and his mother beamed, her eyes sparkling. It suddenly occurred to him that he was sporting a dopey smile as he thought about the brown-eyed beauty, so he stuck his tongue out childishly at his parents and turned his attention back to the peas on his plate. A few more spoons of the disgusting vegetable, and he would be rewarded with delicious dessert. His mother had promised him a Triple Chocolate Banana Sundae, and it was his absolute favourite – he always chose that, over anything else she offered him.
Although, if Ally Dawson was available on the menu, he certainly wouldn't mind having her instead.
Thursday was always pizza day. It was a day of just the three bros, hanging out. However, the boys' sacred tradition had been intruded upon, today, and Austin could only stare moodily into his strawberry smoothie as Dez and his girlfriend made googly eyes at each other, and Jace made gagging motions beside them. Carrie was sitting side-saddle in Dez's lap, her arms around his neck. One of his hands were supporting her, rested in the small of her back, and the other hand was loosely draped over her thighs. They looked comfortable, and every now and then, when Dez thought neither Austin nor Jace were looking, he would press his lips against Carrie's temple. Of course, subtlety had never been the redhead's strong point, and Austin had caught him every time, but he hadn't said anything – it made him feel as though he had intruded upon some sort of personal moment. After a little while, Austin grew bored with the silence that he and his friends had lapsed into.
"Dez," Austin whined jokingly, shaking his head at Carrie with a smile and a good-natured twinkle in his eye. "You're not allowed to bring girls to our bro nights."
Carrie grinned, and stepped in with a reply before Dez could even open his mouth. "Ah, but he didn't bring me. Technically, I brought him, since I drove." She looked pleased with her explanation.
But who invited her? Austin thought sadly. He had nothing against Carrie – in fact, she was a very sweet girl, and he was incredibly glad that Dez had met somebody who was just as weird as he was, but Thursday was bro day. Bro, as in brothers. Not brothers, plus a significant other. It didn't help that Jace was constantly texting somebody, and Austin had nobody to talk to. He was bored, and resorted to building a tower of the pizza slice.
"Look," he said, gesturing. "I'm making a pizza tower."
Jace glanced up, suddenly excited. "Oh! You know Ally? Trish's friend? She made a tower of pizza the other day. She called it the Leaning Tower of Pizza." He sniggered, and grinned, shuffling over to help Austin build the tower.
"Do you talk to Ally?" Austin asked, a twinge of jealousy running through him. Since when were Jace and Ally friends? Why wasn't he Ally's friend? He hadn't ever hung out with her alone, or anything, but he sure as hell knew he had more in common with her than Jace did.
"Nah," Jace said, shaking his head. "Trish texted me about it. Apparently she got really excited and wouldn't let poor Trish eat the pizza until she agreed that the Leaning Tower of Pizza was 'amaz ing'."
Austin chuckled, imagining the annoyed Latina glaring at the bubbly brunette. He imagined Ally excitedly gesturing to the stack of pizza, and smiled to himself, shaking his head. "Sounds about right," he agreed quietly. After a moment, a thought occurred to him and he looked at Jace suspiciously. "Trish texted you, huh?"
He hadn't realised that Dez and Carrie had been paying attention to them, but the blonde girl looked up and smirked.
"They're in love," she declared, and then grinned at Dez. "He looks at Trish the same way Dez looks at—"
Austin cut her off. "See, Dez? This is why we don't bring girl to our bro night! You know I love you, Carrie, but tonight is about bromance, not romance." He pouted.
Carrie looked confused, before she shook her head. "What's romantic about the way Dez looks at my pet goat? He loves Gerome," she said with a sigh, smiling at the red head. "Jace looks at Trish the same way Dez looks at Gerome."
Dez nodded in agreement and sighed blissfully, looking off into the distance at something Austin couldn't see or fathom. "Ah, Gerome. I love Gerome."
Yup, Austin thought to himself. Those two are made for each other.
Meanwhile, Jace was spluttering and shaking his head, apparently attempting to deny that he felt any attraction to the fiery girl. "W-what? No! It's not like that at all! Trish and I – we're just – she just – we – uh…"
"Aw! He's so in love he can't even finish his sentences!" Dez exclaimed, before looking at Carrie with googly eyes once more. "When I first met Carrie, I could barely string together sentences."
Beside Austin, Jace began making gagging noises again, before his phone vibrated and he glanced down at it immediately. It was Austin's turn to gag.
He stared down moodily into his strawberry smoothie, and slurped loudly – a few of the other people in the mall food court gave him judging looks and tutted, shaking their heads as they walked past. Austin heard Jace breathe in sharply, and watched the brunet glance up with his eyes widening.
"What?" Austin asked curiously, wondering what caused the sudden change in his friend's behaviour.
"Well, I asked Trish what she was up to and she said she was hanging out with her friend at Sonic Boom. And now apparently they're heading home and I was all, 'are you in the mall? I'm in the mall!' and she was all 'yeah! I'm just passing Billl's Surf Shop', and I was all 'I'm in the food court!' and now she's coming over here! Dude!"
"Dude," Austin groaned, pouting. "Another girl? What happened to bros only day?"
Dez chuckled and rolled his eyes. "Austin, it's just one day. Besides, aren't you and Jace staying over at my place tonight? I can assure you that there won't be any girls there except my sister."
Austin mumbled something in annoyance but relented, giving Carrie a small smile when she looked at him with concern. She really was a sweet girl, and he sincerely hoped that she and Dez would last forever.
"Trish!" Jace suddenly exclaimed, waving over at the girl.
Austin glanced up, and suddenly, his bad mood dissipated.
"Hey, Jace," Trish said, walking over with a short girl in a Sonic Boom uniform in tow. "Ally just finished her shift," she explained. "Her dad is waiting for us in the car park."
Jace visibly deflated, evidently thinking he'd get to spend more time with the fiery girl, and Ally tugged on Trish's sleeve. She was so shy, Austin thought, waving at her with a smile. She waved back at him, before turning back to Trish and tugging on her sleeve. He noticed how she focussed solely on Trish, too shy to try talking to the others. Dez and Carrie waved at her, and she waved back politely, before resuming to pull on Trish's sleeve.
"Quit it, Ally," Trish complained, swatting her friend.
Ally pouted, and with a dejected sigh, sat beside Austin. "Hey," she said to him, resting her face in her hand and leaning on the table. Her legs kicked at the rungs of the tall chair she sat in, and Austin shook his head with a small smile.
"Pizza?" He offered, gesturing to his pizza tower. He heard Dez mutter something that sounded an awful lot like the word 'hypocrite'.
Her eyes lit up. "Oh, boy, do I have the best pun in the world for you. Are you ready for this? You have just created –", she paused for dramatic effect, "– the Leaning Tower of Pizza! Get it? It's like, the Leaning Tower of Pisa? Except pizza." She looked pleased with herself.
Austin laughed, thinking that the lame joke was funny when it actually came from her. There she was before him, gesturing wildly at the pizza tower just the way he had imagined.
"Would you like a slice from the Leaning Tower of Pizza, Ally?" He asked, leaning in close with a grin.
She opened her mouth to respond, but was cut off by her phone ringtone going off. It was one of those default tones, as if she couldn't be bothered customising her phone. He also noticed that her phone case was nothing extravagant – it was decorated with treble clef symbols and musical notes, but it was just a plain, hard case.
"Hi Dad," she said, answering the phone and smiling apologetically at Austin, as though she felt it was rude to answer her phone when she was in the company of someone else. "Sorry, yeah, Trish just ran into a friend. We're on our way now. Sorry. Bye. See you soon. Yup. Bye." Ally tucked her phone away and then glanced up, making eye contact with Trish.
The two girls had some sort of silent conversation, and evidently Ally won, as Trish dolefully bid goodbye to Jace.
"Bye, Austin!" Ally chirped, waving at him. "Maybe some other time," she added, gesturing to the Leaning Tower of Pizza.
"Yeah, sounds good," he responded eagerly, waving as she left with her friend. When he glanced at Dez, the red-head was smirking, and Austin rolled his eyes. "Oh, shut up."
"'Oh, Dez,'" Dez imitated Austin in a dramatic, falsetto voice. "'How could you possibly bring a girl to our bros night?'"
"I didn't bring her!" Austin defended meekly.
Dez chuckled, and even Jace seemed amused.
"I think it's sweet," Carrie commented, and Dez grinned at her.
"I think you're sweet, babe," he responded easily.
Once more, Jace pretended to gag, before his phone went off and he focussed on that instead. All around him, his friends were preoccupied, and he settled back grumpily. He was happy his friends were happy, but Thursday was Pizza Day, a day for just them, where they pretended nobody else and nothing else existed. It was just The Dream Team with laughs and smiles and the occasional cry, and Austin while loved that his friends had found something – someone – outside of their small group, he couldn't help but feel left out.
"Alright, that was excellent. It's time for you to go home, but that was a fantastic rehearsal, kids. It's really starting to sound good now." Mrs Suzy smiled at the actors assembled onstage, and then disappeared back into the orchestra pit, most likely to give the same speech to the orchestra, who were packing up their instruments and getting ready to leave.
Austin jumped off of the stage and walked over to his bag, which he had left in the seats of the audience. He was gulping down water, his throat dry from all the singing, when Kira approached him with a smile. He waved at the cheerleader, before swallowing and screwing the lid back onto his water bottle.
"Hey, Kira," he said. "Nice job today! Although, I suppose I wasn't expecting any less," he teased, nudging her.
He was rewarded with a wide grin, as she sighed happily. "I'm so happy. My final production in high school, and I get one of the lead roles. It's pretty awesome. Speaking of – nice job yourself, mister," she said, poking his cheek.
Austin pretended to be modest, and shrugged, but from the way she rolled her eyes he knew that she could see right through him. There was no point in being modest, he thought – he had a talent, and he didn't want to deny it to himself, so instead he shared it with others and was very grateful for the talent he possessed. A life without music was not a life he wanted to live.
He turned to leave, but noticed Kira sit down and cross one leg over the other, her eyes trained on the stage door. She was clearly waiting for someone, so Austin sat down beside her and leaned back, raising an eyebrow at his friend.
"Who're you waiting for?" He asked curiously, following her gaze to the stage door.
"Ally," she responded, with a smile.
"Ally? Oh, cool, I'll wait with you," he said, nodding decisively. Part of him was waiting with her because he didn't think it would be fair to leave her alone, but another part of him just wanted a glimpse of Ally before she left with her friend. Perhaps they'd even invite him to join them! It took him a moment to realise that, for some reason, his words had made her smirk. "What?" He asked, pouting and poking her cheek. "What's so funny?"
"Nothing," Kira said, attempting to be nonchalant as she tried not to laugh. "Nothing at all."
"You're laughing at me!"
"Am not!" She responded, shaking her head. "You don't have to wait," she pointed out. "When Ally gets here, I'm just going to ditch you anyway."
Austin rolled his eyes and clutched his heart dramatically, pretending to be offended. "You wound me, Starr."
Kira made a face, and shoved him. "You bore me, Moon," she snipped back, sticking her tongue out at him childishly.
An involuntary grin spread over his face. He really couldn't help it – hanging out with Kira was what he imagined having a sister would be like. As an only child, Austin had never had siblings, but hanging out with Kira Starr and Dez Wade were certainly what he thought having siblings would be like. She teased him the way a sister would, and he was glad they were friends. A few times, he had considered asking her how she had managed to break into Ally's shell – he had noticed that she, Ally, and Trish, were exceedingly close – but he had always chickened out, feeling as though she would mock him for his little crush on the cute girl from his music class.
"C'mon, just tell me," he pouted, poking her in the side.
Kira squealed and flinched away, laughing as she shook her head. "No way, kiddo," she said, ruffling his hair.
"Kiddo? I'm only two months younger than you," he exclaimed, shaking his head in wonder.
"And that makes me your elder. So respect me."
Austin simply glared at her. He leaned back, content to sit in the comfortable silence with her, but after a little while got bored. "When did you get those sneakers? They're nice," he commented, pointing to the clean, white sport shoes she wore.
Her face contorted into disgust and she stared at them grumpily, her arms folded across her chest. "Tilly got her prissy little dog to crap in my old ones so I had to buy new ones," she complained.
"Ew," he said, also looking disgusted. "Man, that girl just does not give up. You'd think she'd get the picture, but nooo."
Kira nodded vigorously, as though excited that she had finally discovered someone who disliked the blonde cheerleader as much as she did. "Oh my gosh, yes. She's trying to get me kicked off the musical so that she can be in it, and she keeps trying to turn the cheer squad against me. Like, hello? I'm the co-captain. They like me more than her, anyway. It's really ridiculous. Like, is she ever going to grow up? She's almost eighteen!" She leaned back, shaking her head. "She acts like a nine-year-old, honestly. She thinks if she chucks a temper tantrum she'll get her way."
Austin nodded, his eyes wide. "Yeah!" He exclaimed. "It's – well, it's rude," he said, unable to say anything truly mean about the girl since his mother had always told him to be the bigger person.
"Yeah." She was quiet for a moment, before she continued, glancing at him uncomfortably. "Actually, Austin," she began. "Trish kind of came up with a plan. It's sort of to put Tilly in her place. And we kind of need your help-"
She was cut off by a small brunette flopping into her lap. "Allyson Dawson, at your service!" She chirped, sprawling out dramatically across Kira's lap and leaning back. It was only when her head landed on Austin's lap that she sat up straight and jumped off of Kira's lap, before turning to face him. "Sorry, Austin, I guess I didn't see you there," she said shyly, rubbing the back of her neck sheepishly and looking more than just a little bit embarrassed.
Although he was still curious about what it was that Kira wanted to say – he was definitely intrigued by the words 'Trish kind of came up with a plan', since he had heard that she was absolutely fantastic at revenge plots – he found himself grinning at Ally despite the fact that she had interrupted Kira.
"Ah, no worries," he said, standing and smiling at the two girls. Kira stood as well, and linked arms with Ally.
"Well, we're off," Kira said, waving at the blond before turning to Ally.
"Bye, Austin!" Ally chirped, smiling and waving exaggeratedly at him, before turning and leaving with Kira. Before they reached the door, Kira whispered something, and the two glared at each other, before whatever argument they were having was clearly lost by Ally. She glared at Kira before she turned and grinned at Austin. "You still owe me that slice of pizza," she called, before turning around.
"Duly noted!" He called back, waving, despite the fact that their backs were turned and they couldn't see him. He picked up his bag and strolled out more slowly, his thoughts whirling as he made his way to his car.
Ally Dawson, he thought to himself with a dopey grin. She was an enigma, really. A few times, he had thought he had finally broken through the wall she put up, to separate herself from the outside world – a few times, he had thought he was one of the few people she called a 'friend', but she had never initiated a conversation and he doubted that she even thought about him as much as he thought about her. He reflected that although they were sort of friends, they never really hung out outside of class, except for a few chance encounters in the hallway or when he strolled into Sonic Boom – and lo and behold, there she stood, behind the counter in all of her sassy but shy glory.
Mixed signals, he thought. That was what she sent him. Sometimes, she'd be able to fire up a sassy and somehow impossibly flirty remark like 'That's twice I saved your sorry ass. You owe me.' or imply they were to have a date – or, at the least, hang out alone – with another impossibly flirty remark like 'You still owe me that slice of pizza.' And then sometimes – well, sometimes he'd get the incredibly shy and dismissive, 'Sorry. I guess I didn't see you there.' What was a guy supposed to think? As he started up the engine of his new-not-new car, he thought back to all the times he had elicited a smile from the shy brunette.
For the rest of the evening, all Austin could think about was the enigma that was Ally Dawson.
A/N: Welp, there you go! I've hinted at it in earlier chapters that Austin has a crush on her – but now it's explicit! Yay!
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