AN: Hey, guys! Sorry we couldn't update yesterday; Miranda just finished getting sick, and we were deciding on how to write the chapter, and we had back-to-school shopping and whatnot. But, we're here now, so… Story time!
DISCLAIMER: Flowers are green,
Swords are lime green.
We don't own Austin and Ally,
And we don't do rhyming.
And now, for the last time…
I Think I've Said Too Much chapter Ten—the epilogue.
Ally POV
It has been a week since Austin and I decided to take things slow, and I have to say that it has been working better. Since it's going so slow, we feel comfortable enough to criticize each other, but we still have a good relationship. I feel like things will go pretty well. Both my parents were out—again.
But, I was there, sitting on my bed, reading my book, when I heard heavy footsteps in the hall. Jeez, this seems pretty familiar…
Then, as expected, Austin stumbled into my room. "Sup, Jake-alator?" He mumbled.
"Hey Austin," I smiled lightly as he sat down on my bed.
"I've gotta tell you a story." He slurred, but this time it seemed… different. I don't know, less slur-ey, maybe? Weirder and weirder…
"Okay, sure." I said, fluffing his hair a little.
"YOU DO NOT TOUCH PRINCESS DIANA'S HAIR UNLESS SHE SAYS THOUGH!" Austin screamed.
Wait a second… Princess Diana?
"Princess Diana?" I asked confusedly. "I thought it was Princess Delilah…"
I saw a flicker of panic in Austin's eyes. "Um, yes, well… Princess Delilah is sick today!" Austin tried. This time, though, I saw through his fakeness.
"Drop it, Austin." I sighed, tying my hair back.
He slumped. "Dang it!" He exclaimed. "I was sure I got it right!"
"You thought I couldn't tell Princess Delilah from Princess Diana?" I asked, eyebrows raised.
"Fair point, fair point… I guess nothing eludes the great Ally Dawson." Austin joked.
"You better believe it!" I laughed, elbowing him. He elbowed me back, laughing. Then we both stopped laughing, and there was a brief awkward silence.
"So…" I dragged out.
"So…" He repeated.
"Pancakes?' I inquired, grinning at him.
"Do you even have to ask?" He grinned back.
And so we laughed all the way down the stairs, elbowing past each other and racing to the kitchen. There, we began to make pancakes, just the way we did last week.
"Hey, Austin?" I asked.
"Yeah?' He asked back.
"I was wondering… why were you even drunk in the first place? I mean, I thought you weren't into the whole drugs-and-alcohol part of fame." I questioned, mixing the batter.
"Well…" He trailed off, making a face. "There's no point in keeping this from you, so I'll just tell you: It was part of a stupid dare in a truth or dare game."
"What was the dare?" I frowned, trying to make sense of it.
"To down ten shots." Austin stated matter-of-factly, dropping some batter onto the griddle.
"Where were you that you were playing Truth or Dare?"
"Kira's birthday party." Austin chuckled.
"Figures." I smirked.
We finished up making the pancakes in silence. We sat down to eat, pouring the syrup over our pancakes.
"Did you really not like Dallas and Elliot that much?" I blurted out.
"Um, yeah. Don't you remember all those times we clashed?" Austin raised his eyebrows.
"Oh, yeah," I recalled, remembering all the glares and boasting on Austin's part.
"What about you? How'd you feel about the girls?" Austin inquired.
"Okay, so… Cassidy was kind of cool, Tilly was…well, you know, Kira was fun to hang out with, but a little on the boring side. Brooke was a little over-attached, that weird super-model kind of freaked me out, and—"
"Okay, I get it." Austin cut me off.
"You've certainly dated a lot of people, Austin." I commented.
In response, he shrugged. "I get around," He added a wink in for effect.
"Eww!" I giggled, pretending to be grossed out.
"Come on. You know you love it." Austin sing-songed.
"Strangely, I do." *1
Austin smiled at me, causing some butterflies in my stomach. I don't think I'll ever get tired of his smile…
"Let's go back upstairs." Austin grinned. Taking my hand, we both walked back towards the stairs.
"Oh, and Austin?" I smirked.
"What?" He asked.
I gave him a kiss. "That's for giving me butterflies." I smirked. Then I dashed back to my room, a laughing Austin close at my heels.
AN: This is kind of a Will Grayson, Will Grayson reference (I think). So… I don't own.
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So… I Think I've Said Too Much is over! *sniffles* I'll miss it…
To those of you who asked for a sequel, I'm not sure if we ever told you this, but the story was never meant to have a sequel. So, this is the real end. HOWEVER, if you want to start reading our other stories , we have a few we're planning to start up soon.
SCHEDULEING- WISE, THIS IS WHAT WE HAVE: Updates for one-shots and other stories will be coming once a week—most likely Fridays. Most likely, we will not be posting anything over ten chapters until our next break. We will be coming up with a more detailed schedule and posting it on our profile soon.
So… Yeah! Enjoy, our little Aussly-shippers!
Signing off for the last time,
Munsets