Author's note:
I'm so sorry for not updating guys! A lot has been going on and I just can't seem finish a damn chapter. My mind has been so clogged lately. Okay now I'm going to tell you the truth. I have the chapter finished. I haven't posted it. I just can't. I don't know why. I'm just not very proud of it. I was this close to actually deleting the WHOLE story, but I just couldn't. I know, I'm such a wimp. I just don't know what to do. So my dear readers whom I love so much, I ask you this. Do you want me to post it even its crap? Or do you want to wait until I find the balls to continue?
I feel bad for just leaving you like that so here is a snippet of how the chapter is going:
It was simple. No really, it was. There was none of that hesitation that usually comes within a first kiss, none of that drama either. None of that was there because it was them. Them. There was none of that forehead or nose smashing, none of that tongue-thing, no teeth ever bumped into one another. Nope. That kind of kiss was out of the picture. It was chaste. And that was fine.
It was fine because it was perfect. Well, to them at least.
You would have expected that whole bad-boy takes control of the good-girl kind of kiss. But he wasn't a bad-boy and she couldn't necessarily be called a good-girl either. One thing didn't lead to the other. Nope. It led to her letting out this mile-long smile and coloured cheeks. And him letting out this crooked smile and the twiddling of his long fingers. That was probably even better than that whole aftermath of awkwardness that was supposed to follow in most kisses. But not in this case.
Now, he didn't expect it to make him this happy. But maybe it was because he had never brought himself to kiss anyone the way he did to her at that moment. Or maybe it was because it was just her. The only person who could possibly make him happy in this cruel world. Maybe it was both.
She, however, was her bubbliest self. I mean really, it was as if you poured a bottle of dish soap over her head and the wind was making bubbles and they were floating off her and out into the world around her. That's how happy she was.
(A/N: Let me explain. I just think there are way too many stories that already have that hot steamy kiss between Austin & Ally and I just want this story to be unique okay? Please be okay with this…)
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Crap. I know. I'm so sorry. Here is another snippet to keep you satisfied:
You're a fucking coward Austin Moon…
Yeah, he really was. He used all of his energy to run from her. He ran until he collapsed onto the dirt-packed ground. He was this close to his destination. But he knew if he got up he would end up right back where he started. Just like he always ended up.
He missed the feel of her lips pressed against his. He wanted her next to him. Against his chest. She would cuddle into him and he would be at ease just because she was there. He needed Ally Dawson.
But she wasn't there. I guess he finally knew what it felt like.
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Thank you my dear readers .