A/N: Sorry for the wait guys! Here's the next chapter, hope you enjoy it! Plus, I'm typing this at one in the morning, so sorry for any mistakes! READ AUTHOR'S NOTE AT THE END PLEASE!

Austin & Ally are dating in this chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own Austin & Ally. I wish I owned Ross Lynch…that would be the best :)

Ally POV

"Oh my gosh, why is it so hot?" I exclaimed as I threw the ice pack back on my forehead.

Miami had been hit with a sudden heat wave, so it was even hotter than usual. Air conditioners did nothing to help, as the cool air seemed to evaporate when it hit the hot, muggy air, so everyone was doing anything they could to stay cold.

Right now, Austin, Dez, Trish, and I were scattered around the practice room, with about ten fans going full blast and anything else cold we could find. Austin was sprawled out on top of the piano, Dez was on the floor, Trish was on the couch, and I was lying by the window. Both boys were shirtless, and Trish and I were in our bathing suits.

"It's Miami. Duh!" Dez told me.

"Dez?" Trish spoke up.

"Yeah," he replied.

"Shut up," she advised.

Austin groaned. "I need the beach. Like right now."

"The beach is going to be packed. Besides, do you really want to walk across the sand today? It'll feel like hot coals," I said.

He rolled over to look at me, but from the way I was laying, he looked upside down. "You could always carry me."

"Not gonna happen, honey," I replied, rolling over to look at him properly. I crawled in front of a fan. "Aaaaah."

"Well, what else is there to do besides melt like ice cream in this heat?" Trish asked.

"We could go to the pool nearby," Dez said. "It's only like a five minute walk."

"It's closed for renovations," Austin sighed. We all groaned. None of us had our licenses yet, and our parents were all working, so there was no way of going anywhere far. My dad was at another convention, so he wouldn't be any help even if he was here.

I jumped up. "I can't take this anymore." I ran over to the sink, filled up a huge bucket with ice cold water, and went downstairs.

Running out the door into the scorching heat, I lifted the bucket up and dumped it all over myself. I shrieked at the sudden temperature change, but it felt so good after a second.

The other three came out the door and saw me soaking wet from head to toe.

"Give me that bucket," Trish said. I handed her the bucket without a word and she went inside, only to come back out minutes later with the bucket full of water again.

"My turn!" she exclaimed before drenching herself as well. Dez and Austin both shrugged, took the bucket, and took turns filling it.

When they were all done dousing themselves, I was already completely dry.

"Okay, this is insane, that took you guys five minutes and I'm already dry!" I said.

"Let's just go back inside, there's nothing else to do, and it's not as hot in the practice room," Trish said. We headed back inside and up the stairs to the practice room. Austin and I went to sit in front of a giant fan together.

"Why today, of all days?" Austin complained.

"Why does it matter if it's today there's a heat wave?" I asked curiously.

"It doesn't. I just wish there wasn't a heat wave today," he replied.

"Oh." I leaned into his side. "At least if we melt, we'll melt together."

He laughed at my attempt at a joke, and rested his head on mine. "That's true."

"Awwww," Dez said.

"Yeah, I know, they're adorable," Trish smiled. Austin and I blushed.

"Hmm? Oh, no, I said that because my ice cream cone just melted. Awwww!" Dez replied sadly. Sure enough, there was a puddle of chocolate ice cream on the ground.

"Where the hell did you get the ice cream from?" Trish asked, perplexed.

"My backpack," Dez stated simply.

"Of course," I muttered, causing Austin to smile. Even all sweaty, he was adorable.

We spent a couple of hours in the practice room, as we couldn't find anywhere else cooler. Austin and Dez had fallen asleep about twenty minutes ago by the big fan, so Trish and I were talking quietly on the couch.

I went to take a drink of water from my water bottle, but nothing came out of it. "Ugh, I'm empty. Refill time. Geez, this is the fifth time!"

I went to stand up to go over to the sink, and when I got on my feet, I suddenly felt dizzy. I grabbed the side of the counter for support.

Trish noticed and quickly stood up. "Ally, what's wrong?"

I shook my head and shrugged it off. "Uh, nothing. I just, uh, felt dizzy for a second. I probably got up too fast or something."

Trish looked doubtful, but went to sit back on the couch. I slowly made my way to the sink and turned on the tap to refill my water bottle. On the way back to the couch, I made it about halfway before I felt pain shoot through my legs.

"Ow!" I yelped. I quickly glanced at the boys, but they were still sleeping soundly. The heat was probably helping that.

"Okay Ally, something's wrong," Trish said worriedly as she came over to me.

I waved her off. "Trish, I'm fine."

I started walking again and made it three steps before my legs gave way. Luckily, Trish caught me or I would've hit the ground really hard.

"Okay, maybe I'm not fine," I winced. My legs felt really sore. Actually, my whole body hurt, and my head was pounding.

"C'mon Ally, you need to lie down," Trish ordered. She helped me down onto the couch, and felt my forehead. "Your forehead feels like it's on fire."

"My head is pounding. So is every other part of my body," I moaned.

Trish's eyes widened. "I think you might have heat stroke, Ally."

"What? No way, I've been drinking water all day and staying cold!" I protested.

She shook her head. "You can still get heat stroke, even if you do all of those things. It's a heat wave, Ally; someone is bound to get sick no matter what."

I groaned. "Great, that's just great." I suddenly felt nauseous. "Bucket Trish. Now!"

She hastily gave me the bucket, which I immediately threw up in. Thankfully my hair was in a ponytail.

I threw up for five minutes straight, and I was shocked that neither of the boys had woken up. I was glad; I didn't want either of them to see me like this.

When I finally finished, I set the bucket down. "That's so gross."

Trish took it and headed towards the door. "You think?" Before she left, she said, "Stay lying down!"

Another jolt of pain went through my body, and I cried out in pain, failing to stay quiet.

Austin stirred and muttered, "What the hell was that?"

"Me," I answered my boyfriend with gritted teeth, trying to keep from crying out again.

He opened his eyes blearily. "Ally? What's wrong?"

"Heat stroke," I winced as my head pounded.

Austin was now wide awake and he jumped to his feet, hurrying over to me. "Why didn't you wake me up? Where's Trish?"

"Because I was a little preoccupied, in case you didn't notice. And she's downstairs emptying my puke bucket," I muttered.

He kneeled down beside me. "I guess that explains why your eyes are bloodshot."

I scoffed. "Yeah."

He gently pushed my sweaty hair back from my face. "How are you feeling now?"

"No better," I sighed. "My whole body is pounding."

"You've been drinking water all day though!" Austin exclaimed.

"Yeah, apparently my body doesn't care," I replied.

Trish came back with the now empty bucket. "Oh, hey Austin."

"Hi. Why didn't you wake me up?"

She shrugged. "I was handling it."

"You still could've woken me up," Austin replied.

"Well sorry, you're awake now." Trish went over to Dez and yelled in his ear, "I ate Barry!"

Dez's eyes sprung open and he shot up. "Not Benjamin's brother! You monster!" Austin and I exchanged looks.

"I'm kidding. I just needed to wake you up," Trish said.

"And you had to scream in my ear to do it?" Dez glared.

Trish grinned. "Uh, yeah. It's more fun that way."

"Yeah, tell that to my ear," Dez muttered.

Trish turned to me and Austin. "I'll be back. I'm just going downstairs to actually eat Barry this time. Maybe George too."

She ran out the door, followed by a screaming Dez. "Don't you dare touch the twins! They're only two days old! Oompa loompa, I mean it!" He slammed the door, leaving me and Austin alone.

We were quiet for a second before I spoke up and sarcastically said, "Well, Trish's nursing lasted long."

"I'm still here," Austin reassured.

I smiled. "Thanks."

He felt my forehead. "You're burning up, Alls." He got up and went to the sink to wet a cloth.

He came back and placed it on my forehead, and handed me his water bottle.

"Keep that on your head, and keep drinking. Don't drink lots at once thought, just take small sips," Austin ordered.

I gave him a salute with my best serious face. "Yes, sir!"

He just rolled his eyes and smiled. "Oh, Ally."

"Ouch," I moaned as pain went through my legs again.

"What?" he asked worriedly.

I waved my hand. "It's just muscle pains. It's normal for heat stroke or dehydrations." I winced again. "That doesn't make it any less painful though."

"What can I do to help?" Austin asked.

I gave a small smile. "Not much you can do. Thanks for the concern though."

He sighed and plopped down beside me. "Do you need anything else?"

"Wanna get me an Advil please?" I asked.

He nodded and stood up. "For sure, I'll be right back." He walked to the door. "And don't get off the couch!"

After he left, I sat up slowly. What, he just said not to get off the couch, I thought.

I started hearing yelling from downstairs. It was probably Trish and Dez fighting over the gingerbread.

Feeling another wave of nausea wash over me, I groaned in frustration before grabbing the bucket. I finished after three minutes and put the bucket back down before flopping down on my face.

I heard the door open. "I'm ba- Ally, what are you doing?"

"Lying down on my face," I muffled. "By the way, wanna be a sweetie and empty the bucket?"

I heard Austin walk over. "Not really, but I'll do it anyways. Here's your Advil."

I pulled myself up painfully, and Austin sat down beside me. He handed me the pill and a glass of water, which I gratefully took.

"Thanks," I said after I had swallowed.

"No problem," he replied.

"I don't even know how I can possibly be throwing up, I haven't eaten all day. There's nothing to throw up!" I exclaimed.

He shrugged. "Part of having heat stroke, I guess." He pressed the cloth to my forehead again. "Feeling any better at all?"

"Somewhat. I don't feel like throwing up anymore, but my body feels dry and sore," I sighed.

"Well, try and get some sleep, maybe that'll help," Austin suggested.

"I'll try," I said. I lied back down and Austin got up to rewet the cloth and to grab me a pillow.

"I'm assuming you don't want a blanket," he said as he handed me the cold cloth and helped me sit up so he could put the pillow under my head.

"No way in hell, I'm already hot enough," I said, causing him to laugh.

"Alrighty then. I'm going to go check on Trish and Dez, make sure they haven't broken anything." He paused. "Wow. Feels weird that it's not me breaking something for a change." He puffed out his chest. "I feel so responsible."

I giggled and he smiled, glad to see me smiling again, before leaning down to kiss my forehead. "Get some sleep, Alls."

I nodded, already drifting off. I didn't even hear Austin leave the room.

When I woke up, it was dark out, but still scorching hot. I yawned and slowly sat up, rubbing my eyes. I looked over by the piano and saw Austin sprawled out on top of it again, asleep.

I decided to let him sleep, so I leaned over and grabbed my water bottle that he must've refilled with cold water when I was sleeping and drank from it. I immediately felt better.

Putting the bottle down, I tried to see if I could stand yet. Grabbing the back of the couch for support, I slowly hauled myself up. My legs weren't too sore anymore, they were just weak from lack of use, so I grabbed my water bottle and the bucket, and slowly shuffled to the door.

Opening it, I glanced back at Austin, to make sure he was still asleep. He was, but he was facing the other way now, away from me. How the hell did he manage to turn around without me noticing?

Shaking my head, I slipped out the door and shut it behind me softly. It was midnight, according to the clock on the wall, so I went down the stairs to get my songbook from behind the counter.

"I might as well try and write," I whispered to myself as I went to sit on a chair by the door. Opening my songbook, I got to work.

Almost an hour and a throwing up session later, I only had a few different lyrics down, and I was really tired again, so I got up and went to put my book back behind the counter. I could wait to empty the bucket till later. Too sore to walk back upstairs, I lied down behind the counter, falling asleep instantly.

"Where the hell is she?" I heard someone say to themselves as they opened the door at the top of the stairs.

You know when you're not really awake yet, but you can still hear people talking? That's what I was like right now.

"Heat stroke and she's moving around. Really?" Footsteps came down the stairs, so I opened my eyes slowly.

I heard a sigh and a few clicks. I was just about to get up when a few seconds later, my phone rang, causing me to jump.

Austin ran around the corner of the counter and sighed in relief when he saw me sitting on the ground, rubbing my eyes. "There you are, Ally! Geez, you scared me, I had no idea where you were! What are you doing down here?"

"Sorry, I didn't want to wake you up. And I came down here to write because I couldn't sleep, and I was too lazy to walk back upstairs, so I just slept down here," I replied.

Austin gave me a look. "Too lazy, or too sore?"

"Too sore," I sighed.

He walked over to me and wrapped his arms around my waist to help me stand up. "You see, this is why you shouldn't be moving around lots when you have heat stroke, Alls."

"Well, I wasn't going to sit in the practice room doing nothing," I replied. "What time is it?"

"It's noon," Austin replied.

"What!" I shrieked. "I slept that long?"

"Apparently," he said.

I stopped. "Wait a second."

"What?"

I slowly started to smile. "It's not hot anymore."

Austin was quiet for a few seconds, probably just realizing that, and he grinned. "Oh my god, you're right! The heat wave is over!"

"Woo!" we said in unison.

"I still have heat stroke though," I reminded him.

"Yeah, but now there's no risk of you getting it again, or getting it even worse," Austin said.

I shrugged. "Yeah, true."

"Speaking of heat stroke again…" Austin scooped me up bridal style and started carrying me towards the stairs.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Carrying you up the stairs because I don't want you walking up them if you're sore," he replied.

I gave a small smile and leaned my head on his shoulder. "You're the best."

"Yeah, I really am," he teased, causing me to giggle.

Once we got to the practice room again, Austin set me down on the couch again, and he sat down beside me. I curled up into his side.

"Need anything?" he asked me.

I shook my head. "I'm fine. I've got everything I need, right here."

He looked down at me and smiled before giving me a quick kiss. "I love you."

"I love you too," I replied, smiling. "Oh, and by the way, you've got to empty the bucket again."

"Ally!"

A/N: Hope you guys liked it, it was a request from my sister! Now, I've had heat stroke before, and how I explained it in here is exactly how I had it, with the jolts of pain, pounding headache, throwing up, etc. It's not fun, at all. So in case you guys were wondering if it was a little far fetched, I swear, I'm speaking from personal experience.

Now, I realize that I keep forgetting to do Question of the Chapters at the end of each chapter, so I apologize for that! I'll try and keep that consistent. I also realized that I need to add a character in one of the chapters for the 30th reviewer, so I'll count out the reviewers and PM you for your real name so I can make you a character!

Thanks, and please, please, please review! Any feedback is awesome!

Question of the Chapter: Who's your favourite character on Austin & Ally, and why? Leave your answer in a review!

Joelle xx