Pairing: Austin/Ally
Prompt: After watching Tickets and Trashbags, episode 6 of Austin & Ally, on On Demand, I got the inspiration to write this little blurb.
Notes: Prompts. Please. I need them.
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"If it weren't for your song, I wouldn't even be able to sing with Shiny Money!(1)" Austin exclaims, grinning as Ally's face lights up.
"YAY!" She flings her arms around his neck for a second, a little "eep" escaping her as she crashes into his hard chest. Surprised (but pleased), he returns the hug, but it's far too soon before she pulls away.
As soon as she's gone, he groans. "Yay." He'd just agreed to take Trish, Dez, and Ally to the Miami Internet Music Awards, when he only had a ticket for one.
Oh, Lord.
"Whoa(1)," says Dez, upon seeing Ally in her strapless, sweetheart neck-line, short, red/magenta dress.
Ally smiles and tosses her hair over her shoulder, faux-modestly. "Thank you, Dez(1)," she says, smiling graciously.
"Oh, no, I'm just dizzy from playing the drums. Whoa(1)," repeats Dez.
Ally gives him a strange look, but then Trish enters in a one-shoulder, floral gown that reaches her ankles.
Striking a pose, she asks, "What do you think?(1)"
"Did your dress get a job at Megaphone World, because it is loud!(1)" Dez bangs his head on the drums for emphasis.
"Wait, why are you all dressed up?(1)" asks Ally.
"Because(1)," starts Trish, and Dez, Ally, and her spend the next few minutes arguing over who Austin will be taking to the Miami Internet Music Awards, when Austin himself interrupts them.
"I'm not taking any of you(1)," he says, hands at his side with a frustrated look on his face. "I'm not taking any of you," he repeats, looking more sure of himself.
"Why not?" Ally steps out from behind Dez's tall, gangly frame and crosses her arms over her chest, annoyed.
Austin does a double take, his eyes widening and his jaw dropping as he took in the sight of Ally, dressed up to the nines, short, strapless dress, heels, and all. "Look," he says, after catching his breath (weird, what did Ally do to him?). "I'm not taking any of you, even though Trish quit her job and got a new one to get a dress so she could go, and even though Dez brought his formal backpack, and even though Ally looks really pretty right now... I'm not taking any of you. I can't. You all deserve to go, but I only have one ticket. I— I just don't know what to do," he confesses, though his eyes are pinned directly on Ally, who he still can't get over.
"Wait. Whoa. Back up a second here. Did you just say that I look really pretty right now?" asks Ally, uncrossing her arms as she tucks a stray piece of hair behind her ear in a gesture that's almost nervous.
Austin nods slowly. "Yeah," he admits, realizing how true it was. "You— you just look amazing," he compliments, and she blushes a color that he enjoys immensely.
"Thanks," she says, offering him a shy smile, blinking bemusedly (really? Austin thought she looked pretty? But she was just average, plain ol' Ally, right?) up at him from underneath her eyelashes.
Nervously, he leans back on the counter, his body a safe distance away from her. He offers her a shy smile as well, his hair falling into his eyes as he inches closer and closer.
"Hey, but what about the ticket—" starts Dez, but is immediately silenced by a hand clapped over his mouth— courtesy of, of course, Trish.
"Don't. Ruin. The moment," she hisses at him, dragging him out the door while muttering, "Time to make our discreet exit— oh, who am I kidding; discreet exit my ass!"
Ally giggles nervously, for lack of anything else to do. Normally the talkative one, who could go into ridiculously long run-on sentences without drawing a breath, she's suddenly quiet, finding new interest in her shoes— pink/magenta suede platforms with red studs, thankyouverymuch.
"Ally?" Austin's the first to break the silence.
"Yeah?" she replies.
Smiling, Austin places himself right in front of her. "Just to let you know, I really do think you look amazing. Like always," he offers a charming, slightly joking smile. "And, honestly? You're kind of amazing yourself."
A simple, but meanginful "Thanks" is all she can manage at this point, when she's shocked and cold— who opened the windows? It was getting chilly.
Austin notices her shivering and wiggles his eyebrows at her conspiratorially. "I could probably help you with that problem," he offers, indicating her arms, which are now covered in goosebumps.
"Yeah?" she challenges, the words nothing but a murmur as he gets closer and closer. A second later, they're close enough to see every little detail about each other, a fact that kind of scares her.
"Mmhm," he mumbles, hooking an arm around her petite waist and drawing her closer until she was flush against him. Slowly, he leans in, giving her ample time to lean away, but she doesn't, and then, they're kissing. Their lips meet in a gentle kiss, and the background noise in Sonic Boom fades away, and they're both feeling whatever crap they're supposed to; fireworks, the angel choir, and all. Her arms hook themselves around his neck, while his arms remain wrapped around her waist.
Sadly, a customer comes up to them, asking for their receipt, which Ally gives them, reaching for the receipt on the counter behind her and handing it to the customer— all while remaining lip-locked with Austin and with her eyes closed.
Without missing a single beat, Austin props her up on the counter and engages her in an open-mouthed kissing session. Oh, teenage hormones. What would we do without 'em?
But apparently they do, in fact, need air, and it's with great reluctance that they pull away with.
"Wow," mumbles Austin, hair mussed and eyes glazed over.
"You look a little dazed," laughs Ally gently, pushing back the hair that fell into his eyes.
"Mm," he agrees, liking the sight of Ally, lips swollen and red, blushing the color of her dress. "And you," he says, bringing her gently down from the counter, "look kissed."
Ally rolled her eyes. "Really?" she says sarcastically, but there's no bite to her words.
"Well, at least you're not cold anymore," retorts Austin. "There's no need to thank me, or anything."
She just laughs and rolls her eyes, tugging insistently on his hand. "C'mon, we have to go to the awards ceremony."
"Not fair!" protests Dez and Trish, suddenly popping out from somewhere.
"What, just because you're together, she gets the ticket? Where's the fairness in that?" complains Dez.
"Wait." says Austin, a smile breaking out on his face. "I've got an idea."
"Very good, very good. I see that you, Austin Moon, are an awardee for the Miami Internet Music Awards, and that you, Ally Dawson, are his plus-one extra ticket. Very good, very good," repeats the security guard, who would have really fit in more as a British butler in a black-and-white movie. "But," he swivels to face Dez and Trish, who are decked out in full James Bond regalia, "Who are you?"
"Oh, you see, I'm Austin Moon's James Bond-esque bodyguard," explains Dez.
"And I'm that, uh, female friend that James Bond always has," Trish grits out through her teeth, obviously not pleased with being the "female friend". But, if it got them all into the Miami Internet Music Awards...
"Alright, then. I'll be needing your names for when the em-cee announces your names when you walk down the red carpet," replies the security guard, easily buying into their cover story. He pronounced his "em-cee"'s in a very enunciated way.
"Dez," supplies the ginger.
"Trish," says the bushy-haired "female friend."
"Very well, then," says the guard, then sweeps his hand forward to the unhooked velvet rope. "You're free to go."
"Thanks," says Austin, then settles his arm on Ally's waist comfortably as she, too, thanks the guard. Walking in like normal people (they had decided to forgo the "signature style" walks they all had), Austin and Ally lead in front, occasionally stopping for the cameras. Dez and Trish followed after, with Dez's arm wrapped reluctantly around Trish's waist.
"Wow, I can't believe that worked!" exclaims Dez, once they're safely inside the venue.
"Well, it did, and we're all here!" cheers Austin, exchanging high-fives with everyone but Ally. For her, he swoops in and pecks her on the cheek.
"You're sweet," she tells him, returning the kiss with a light one on the lips.
"I'm gonna barf," declares Dez. "Let's go, Trish; leave these two lovebirds alone." And with that, Trish and Dez sweep themselves away.
"I was actually gonna say that you're sweet, but you need to get ready," says Ally dryly.
"One for good luck?" pleads Austin adorably.
"One for good luck," agrees Ally, giving him a long, lingering kiss. As she's kissing him, her clutch drops to the floor, but at the moment she is otherwise occupied, and she can't help but think that she's never going to get tired of this.
And Austin? Well, he can't help but agree.
A/N: (1) These are lines from Tickets and Trashbags, Episode 6 of Austin & Ally, that I paraphrased. Send me prompts.
Au revoir,
~ Sabrina
P.S. Review challenge! One prompt (one or two random words is fine), and also, who knows of the band R5 that Ross Lynch (who plays Austin Moon) is in? It's a family band, and if you haven't heard of them, go check 'em out!
