(A/N: Hey guys! I'm back with another update. Sometimes I wonder if you guys even read the author's notes. I mean, when I read an Auslly fanfic, I sometimes skip the author's notes. I just wonder if you guys do the same. Huh…)
Ally's POV
I stared at myself in the mirror, critiquing every detail of my outfit. I smoothed the hem of my shirt and brushed a lock of hair out of my face, second guessing everything.
I wore a pair of dark blue jeggings and a light pink top with the word LOVE written in gold cursive. I had on my ALLY necklace and my black boots with a dark green jacket. I had put my hair up in a high ponytail with a slightly curled side bang out. I blinked, deciding whether or not to change.
"You look great, Ms. Ally," Dez says from behind me. I turn and meet his friendly gaze. He smiled and said, "Austin is going to love it." I bit my lip and say, "Dez, I'm not sure about_"
He raises a hand, silencing me. "Ms. Ally," he says, locking his eyes with mine. "Make him a reason to stay." I smile softly, looking at the ground.
Make him a reason to stay.
I nod, wrapping my arms around Dez. "Thank you," I whisper into his chest. He pulls back and smiles at me. "Okay, I'm going to go out there and continue to carve my pumpkin, alright?" he says seriously. I hold back a giggle and nod my head. "I'll call you when Austin gets here," he says, winking. I blush as he leaves the room, leaving me completely alone.
I stare at the closed door and plop onto my bed, staring at the ceiling. I sigh and grab my book, trying to occupy myself with something. I opened it, flipping through the pages, which were filled with dozens and dozens of endless songs that have never been performed.
My concert at the diner is tomorrow morning. I may as well try and pick a song. I am only going to perform one song, simply because I don't have the energy to perform more. I really want an upbeat one. One that could really get the audience into it.
As if on cue, I turn to the perfect one. (1)
I smile and bookmark the page. That was a perfect song to sing. I hear the door jingle, and I sit up, listening to footsteps on the other side of the door. "Hey Dez!" I hear a familiar voice say. I smile, knowing who it is.
"Hola Austin!" Dez said, a sense of perkiness to his voice. "Hey, what do you think of my pumpkin?"
I heard Austin chuckle, and I melted at the sound of his voice. "Um… it's an amazing carving of Taylor Swift Dez. Wait, doesn't she wear her hair straight now?" I heard Dez groan. "Dang it!" he sighed.
Suddenly, a loud crash came from the other side of the door. Panicked, I burst out into the tiny space that was the hallway of me and Dez's rooms, and I pushed open the door, revealing the lobby.
Dez was behind the counter, pouting, while Austin was gaping at a mess in front of him. It appeared to be Dez's pumpkin, smashed and splattered across the floor. I walked up to it, wide eyed, and locked eyes with Dez.
"Dez! What did you do?" I shouted, facing him. He just shrugged and said, "Taylor Swift wears her hair straight now." I cocked my head to the side, disbelievingly, but he just ducked down and got another pumpkin from behind the counter and began to carve it (1).I shook it off and turned to Austin.
He was gaping at me.
His eyes were locked on my body, scanning me up and down. His mouth was dropped and I could see little beads of sweat on the corner of forehead. I blinked and looked down at myself, self-conscience. "I can… change, if you want…" I murmured, blushing.
He shook his head immediately, raising his hands up. "NO!" he shouted, maybe a bit too loud. He pulled himself together, ears turning red. "I mean, no. You look beautiful," he whispered, making me blush. I smiled slightly and said, "You look pretty snazzy yourself."
He looked down at himself and smiled. He was wearing a purple shirt with a black leather jacket over it, a silver dog tag slung loosely around his neck. He wore black ripped jeans with a silver chain, and his signature yellow and red high tops.
He held out an arm. "Shall we?" he asked in a cheesy British accent. I giggled and linked my arm with his. "We shall," I replied as he led me out the door. I knew this date would be fantastic. I just knew it. Nothing was going to ruin it.
"Have her back by nine!" Dez called. "If you don't, I won't be happy!"
And as we walked out the door, I pretended I didn't hear the whistle coming from a certain redhead…
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"So, where are we going?" I asked, looking at Austin. He looked down at me and smiled. "You know, you're really short," he chuckled, making fun of our height difference. My eyes bulged and I said, "No! You're just REALLY tall!"
He smirked, hair falling down and draping a bit over his eyes. "Keep telling yourself that," he said, patting me on the back. I gave him a look, and we continued to walk in silence. Then, realization hit me.
"Wait, where are we going?!"
He just smiled and said, "Somewhere in some place." I groaned, hitting him lightly on the side. He chuckled, and slung an arm around my shoulders. I blushed lightly, but leaned into his side, breathing in his fresh scent.
He led me across the street and to the bus stop I almost left on. He stopped and looked both ways, seeing if any cars passed. Of course, none came, considering Bradford is in the middle of nowhere.
He took his arm back and intertwined our hands together, smiling down at me. I bit my lip, smiling shyly back, afraid of how much I liked this boy.
I really shouldn't be going on this date.
I shouldn't be.
I'm going to.
He ran across the street, dragging me behind him. I laughed and asked, "Where are we going?" He looked back at me, still running forward. "Just keep running," he replied, winking. I smiled and we ran together, forward into the field in front of us.
We ran a good distance when I saw something through the tall grass. I squinted to make it out, but I finally noticed what it was.
A picnic blanket.
I smiled and sped up, grabbing Austin's hand. We finally reached it, and I looked up at Austin with a huge grin on my face. He shrugged and said, "Its good first date material." I laughed and plopped down on the blanket. Next to the blanket was a guitar and a picnic basket.
He sat down next to me. And when I say next to me, I mean RIGHT next to me. He put his arm around my back again and pulled the basket closer, not realizing the evident blush on my cheeks. He opened the basket and said, "I didn't really know what you liked, so I just settled for a classic."
He pulled out two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and held one out to me. I smirked and said, "Austin, what's one of the most common allergies ever?" His face fell. "Peanuts," he replied, pulling his hand back. I stopped him by grabbing his arm and said, "Luckily, I'm not allergic to anything."
He smiled and I took the sandwich, unwrapping it from the plastic wrap it was enclosed in. I took a bite and looked at him, who had already finished almost half of it. I raised my eyebrows, and he looked up from his food. "What?" he said, mouth full of sandwich.
I couldn't help myself. He looked so cute with his cheeks puffed up and little purple stains on the corners of his mouth. I burst out laughing, and he smiled, swallowing. I took another bite of my sandwich, still giggling fiercely.
"So…" he said, staring at me. I looked at him and chewed slowly. "I have lots planned," he said deviously, setting the remaining scraps of his sandwich down. He reached into the basket and pulled out a couple of juice boxes. He hand one to me, and I took it, rolling my eyes playfully.
"First PB&J sandwiches, and now juice boxes?" I mocked, jabbing my straw in the tiny hole. "What are you, five?" He rose a hand to his chest, faking hurt. "I like to hold on to my youth!" he joked, biting back a laugh. I laughed, taking a sip.
"Now," Austin said, taking a sip from his own box. He leaned back until he was lying flat on his back, staring up at the sky. "The sky gets dark at around seven thirty," he informed me, taking another sip. "That means we have less than an hour and a half to cloud watch!"
My face lit up, and I lay down next to him, eagerly scanning the sky. There were dozens of white, puffy clouds coating the light blue sky. I spotted one and pointed. "That's a man walking his dog," I said, smiling at my discovery.
Austin looked up and squinted. "It does kind of look like a guy walking a dog," he said, nodding. "A+, Ally Dawson." I giggled, taking another sip of my juice box. My eyes flicked over next to me, and I realized her was staring, a wide smile on his face. I blushed and whispered, "You're missing the clouds."
He just smiled wider and turned back to the sky. I don't think he knew I heard him when he whispered softly to himself. I blushed never less.
"I was looking at something a million times prettier than the clouds."
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"No, it's a snowman eating marshmallows!" he whined, jutting his lip out. I rolled my eyes and snuggled closer to his side, while he kept his arm secured around my shoulders. "It's obviously a bunny on a bicycle," I argued, shooting him a don't-argue-with-me look. He obviously didn't catch it.
"No."
"Yes."
"No!"
"Yes!"
"NO!"
"YES!"
"Fine!" he exclaimed, tearing his gaze away from mine. "How about we just agree that it's a big white puffy thing?" I laughed at his tone, and nodded my head. "Whatever makes you sleep at night," I replied tauntingly. He groaned. "Ally!" he grumbled, leaning his face into my hair.
I couldn't suppress a smirk, and I turned my head, and he locked eyes with me. The air suddenly turned warmer, and I could count all of his freckles if I wanted to. His eyes sparkled, and I realized how close our faces actually were.
Two fucking inches.
I saw him smile nervously, and I saw him bring his face a smidgen closer. I panicked, thinking of what would happen when Dallas came. I sat up quickly, trying to bring back the color to my pale white face. I looked down at him, expecting hurt or disappointment, but he merely smiled at me, sitting up next to me.
"The clouds are gone anyway," he said, shrugging. I looked up to see that he was right. The sun was setting, and it turned the sky various shades of pink and orange. I gasped, hypnotized by the swirling colors. I felt Austin scoot closer to me, and he took my hand. I stared down at it, and then looked up to meet his happy eyes.
I turned back to where the sun was setting, and buried my side into his. I heard him sigh happily, nuzzling his nose into my hair. "You smell like strawberries," he whispered, causing me to shiver. I smiled at him and uttered, "Thanks."
We watched the sunset until the sky turned dark. People say Texas has the best night skies, and I can't argue with them. I have never seen more constellations and stars in a night sky before. I watched in awe as they twinkled and shined.
"Aren't they beautiful?" I asked, turning to Austin. I met his eyes, realizing that he had been staring the whole time. He smiled softly at me. "They are perfect," he sighed, squeezing my hand. His eyes twinkled, mimicking the stars.
"Almost as perfect as you."
I blushed deeply and thanked God that it was dark out. "Stop it," I giggled, leaning in to him deeper. I felt him smile, and then, there was a pair of warm lips pressed against my forehead. He leaned back and gave me a shy smile.
I liked that way more than I should have.
The feeling of his lips on my skin was perfect. I didn't want him to pull away. I wanted him to stay close to me. I wanted him to hold me and protect me when I'm in trouble. I didn't ever want to leave him. Ever.
Realization hit me hard.
He's already a reason to stay.
He's the biggest reason to stay.
"Sorry," he muttered, shifting a little. "Couldn't help it." He took his hand back, and I just sat there, evaluating everything that just happened.
"It's fine."
Because it was.
He smiled at me, and we stared at each other for a while. I shook my head, snapping myself out of it. "So…" I said awkwardly, playing with my fingers. Austin straightened up. "Oh yeah!" he said, picking up the guitar. "I don't sing, but I thought we could write a song. I play guitar."
I smiled and nodded enthusiastically. He put his fingers in position, and began to play a catchy tune. "Just… sing what you feel," Austin said, picking up on the guitar. I nodded nervously and opened my mouth to sing.
Take time to realize Take time to realize But I can't spell it out for you
That your warmth is
Crashing down on in
That I am on your side
Didn't I, didn't I tell you
You know it's never gonna be that simple
His voice mixed in with mine for a second, and I was shocked at how he seemed to know what I was thinking.
I was even more surprised when our voices sounded so perfect together. If you just realize what I just realized
Though I can't spell it out for you
Then we'd be perfect for each other
And we'll never find another
Just realize what I just realized
We'd never have to wonder if we missed out on each other now
He stopped singing, looking a bit embarrassed, but I shot him a wide smile, causing his eyes to light up. Take time to realize Take time to realize But I can't spell it out for you
Oh-oh I'm on your side
Didn't I, didn't I tell you
Oh-oh I'm on your side
Oh
You know it's never gonna be that simple
Though I can't spell it out for you
He joined in again, and I smiled at the sound of his voice. I closed my eyes and sang my heart out. If you just realize what I just realized It's not the same If you just realize what I just realized Just realize what I just realized we missed out on each other now... realize...
Then we'd be perfect for each other
And we'll never find another
Just realize what I just realized
We'd never have to wonder if we missed out on each other now
No it's nver the same
If you don't feel it too
If you meet me halfway
If you would meet me halfway
It could be the same for you
Then we'd be perfect for each other
And we'll never find another
Just realize what I just realized
We'd never have to wonder if we missed out on each other
We'd never have to wonder if we missed out on each other now
He stopped playing, and his mouth dropped. "Did that really just…" he whispered, eyes wide. I blushed and shrugged. "I thought you didn't sing," I said slowly. I knew why he didn't, but I didn't want to push it.
He turned pale and set the guitar down. "I used to sing a lot," he admitted, not meeting my gaze. "It was kind of a way of pouring my heart out to someone."
I turned red too, and smiled softly. His eyes flicked up towards mine, and he sighed. "I haven't sang since…" he didn't continue. I grabbed his hand and said, "It's okay. I get it. It was just a one time thing."
He looked a little unsure at first, but then nodded, standing up. He checked his watch and his eyes widened.
"Damn, it's eleven o' clock. Dez is going to kill me! Come on, let's run!"
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We were laughing when we reached the Hallow, and we stopped to catch our breath. He smiled at me, and then glanced at the door, face falling. I frowned too, not wanting the night to end. He locked eyes with me, and licked his lips subconsciously.
I glanced up at him shyly, and he bit his lip. "I guess this is goodbye?" he said unsurely. I nodded, playing with my necklace. He opened his mouth, than closed it. In one swift motion, he leaned down and pecked me on the cheek.
His ears turned a fiery red, but he nodded curtly and spun off in the other direction, towards his apartment. I smiled, still feeling the touch of his lips on mine. I pushed through the motel's door, ready for a restless night of dreaming of Austin Moon.
"Make him a reason to stay."
Dez, he's my only reason not to run.
(A/N: This is SO fluffy that I want to die. My god, I kept getting feels writing it! I hope you guys liked it!)
1) So, I don't know what song to use for this. I'm gonna let you guys pick! Review a song (ONE SONG) and I'll pick the best one. Remember, it has to be upbeat and somehow has to fit Ally's situation (Dallas or Austin, pick one).