a/n: So, I guess the first thing I should say is that this isn't your usual author. My name is Felix, by the way, and since you guys (and girls) have agreed to let me write a chapter(I don't blame you for wanting a break from all the bad writing... I kid, I kid), here I go.

"So what's been going on with you and Ally lately?"

I turned to look at Trish, who, until now, had listened to me record some demo CD's. Now that Ally had left, after hearing the sound of an instrument breaking from downstairs, I guessed it was time for the interrogation to begin.

Dez looked up in interest at her question.

I had known this was coming, of course. We couldn't dodge the inevitable; "are you and Ally still just fucking or is it serious now?" question forever.

"Oh, you know... the usual." I told her, toying with my headphones. I felt a strong urge to put them back on and avoid this conversation all together, but I knew it was better to get this over with.

Besides, Ally and I had already decided to tell Trish and Dez about our relationship... when the was right.

And now was as good as any other time, I guessed.

"The usual?" When I looked at Trish, she had her eyebrows raised. "And what exactly is the usual?"

"You know..."

"No, I really don't."

The truth kind of came out in a rush, then, not sure what their reaction would be.

"We're kind of together now. Like, dating."

Dez gasped and stood up, then started to jump up and down in a circle, clapping his hands. "I knew it! I knew it. I can see these things, ya know. That's why they call me The Love Doctor," He whispered the last three words, turning his head to the side in that overly dramatic way that he does.

I rolled my eyes. "No one calls you that," I told him, mimicking his actions.

Then, I paused. "So you're okay with this? Me and Ally being... together?"

"Okay? I've shipped this pairing for months, man,"

I raised my eyebrows. "Shipping? What's that?"

He rolled his eyes as if I was retarded, not bothering to explain.

I had to admit, knowing that Dez was okay with it made me feel a lot better... I turned to Trish.

"Are you okay with this?" I asked, unsure.

Trish thought about it. "Well, it's not as if we didn't all see this coming. I mean, your jaw practically hits the floor when she walks into the room, and you stare at her way more than is appropriate, and then we had the whole "I don't love you I just want to bang you" phase, which we all knew wouldn't last, but hell, as long as we don't have to write soppy love longs from here on out, then yes, I'm okay with this."

By the end of Trish's speech, I was blushing a lot, and about then is when Ally walked in.

She looked at my red face, and Dez who was still clapping his hands in glee, and at Trish, who was just reading her magazine, and then just shook her head. "I don't even wanna know."

"So... I told Trish and Dez today. You know, about us." Ally looked up at me from behind a mountain of clothes, which kind of disappointed me as she'd been on her knees previously, with her head down, and her back to me - and she was wearing a dress, so yeah, I'd had a pretty nice view.

I should probably mention that she was helping me clean my room at the time.

"What did they say?" She asked, her voice frantic. "Were they mad? Did they yell?" Her fingers raked threw her hair nervously.

"No, no, they took it pretty well. Dez said he's been 'shipping' us for a while. Trish said she saw it coming, apparently."

Ally raised an eyebrow, confused. "Shipping?"

I shook my head, and shrugged. "Don't even ask," I told her, wiping my desk.

She relaxed her tense stance then, exhaling loudly. "Wow," She muttered, picking up a t-shirt, and then hanging it in my closet.

"What?" I wondered, curious.

"It's just... I can't believe this. That we're together, I mean. It's so... different. Like I didn't really know what love was, till' I met you."

"Didn't you say you loved Dallas this one time?" I teased.

She rolled her eyes, sitting on my bed. "Yeah, I thought I did. I thought what I felt for him... whatever the hell that was as good as it could get. But with you... it's so much stronger, ya know?"

I nodded in understanding. "I know,"

She sighed, and then absent-mindedly started to arrange some things on the small table beside my bed.

"If I ask you something, will you answer honestly?" I asked.

She looked up, immediately suspicious. "What do you want to know?" She asked.

I laughed at her expression. "Don't look so scared, it's a really simple question... I was just wondering..."

"Yeah?" She prompted.

"When exactly did you start to realize that you liked me?"

She blushed, looking down, concentrating really hard on the table she was arranging.

"Well... I think...it was the first time I came to you. You know, asking you for... you know."

I stifled a laugh, and she threw a pillow at me. "Don't laugh! Anyway, I think that was when it started. But I didn't realize it. Or maybe I didn't want to admit it."

I nodded. "So I lured you into this relationship with my amazing skills in bed?"

"Shut up!" She squealed, throwing another pillow at me. I laughed, dodging it, and she glared. "You know that's not what I meant," She huffed.

"I know, I know," I said, still laughing.

"Austin," I heard my mom call from downstairs.

"Yeah?" I replied, raising my voice so that she could hear me.

"Your dad and I are going out for about an hour - there's an emergency down at the Mattress Kingdom," I rolled my eyes. "remember - you're not to leave this house till' your room is spotless. And remember to thank Ally for helping you. It's very nice of her."

"Yeah, I'll thank her. Bye,"

I heard the front door slam then, and I watched Ally while she arranged and folded. Gradually, she started to notice that I was watching her, and she stopped doing what she was doing, and looked at me, a look of comprehension washing over her perfect features.

"Oh," She said. "We're not going to be doing any cleaning, are we?" She asked, folding her arms across her chest.

"Nope." I said, taking a step towards her.

"Your parents will be mad if they get home and your room's still a mess."

"They'll get over it." I took another step towards her.

"They'll get suspicious about what we've been doing for so long."

"No they won't." Another step.

She bit her lip, her big, brown eyes glimmering.

"Your bed's covered in clothes. And magazines. And other stuff."

"There are alternatives," I told her, taking another step towards her and finally closing the gap between us, pressing my lips against hers, and pushing her back so that she was against the wall.

While we tried our best to naked as fast as possible, I thought of the amazing things that had happened so far.

I loved Ally.

She loved me back.

Our friends were okay with this.

Life was good.

So how'd you like it?

Even if you didn't say you did because your usual writer has threatened me with death if I "ruin her story", so...

If you're disappointed with the fact that I didn't write a lemon, then I'm sorry...

I'm not that experienced at writing lemons, unlike your usual writer who seems to write little else.

So go ahead and review. I might write another chapter in the future, but that depends on your opinion.

Besides, I think there's only like, one or two chapters left of this story.

Thanks for reading.