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would it really kill you if we kissed?

Austin was skeptical at first, the smirk falling from his face. "Come again?"

She bit her lip, trying hard not to fight against her choice of wanting to slap him rather than kiss him. His voice was pleasantly low and grumble-y, wrapping around her ear like a whisper of smoke in the cold night. Ally shook her head. "You. Me. And a drive through the city."

Austin's smirk returned to his face, more sly than before. "You finally came around huh, princess?" He closed the door for a second before returning, a gray jumper thrown over his white t-shirt. "I do have a few questions, but let's not dawdle." He shook his car keys in her face and closed the dorm door behind him.

Was it too late to snatch the keys out of his hand and steal his car?

Ally gave him the authority to lead her to his car. Ally frowned when they approached it. Was it just her, or did the Chrysler look even more beat up than the last time she saw it? Another scratch was added by the bumper of the car.

And then she remembered that he got arrested for drag racing.

She decided not to question it so much as she got in the car. Austin got in the driver's seat and set the car into ignition. She glanced at the time on the clock on the dash.

12:36am.

A sudden hit of curiosity washed over her. She didn't know if it was because it was late and her body was wired, or because she just hadn't talked to anyone in a few days and she was just itching for human interaction at this point. More so, interaction to get her mind off of things.

"So, how was your day?" She asked Austin. Her own voice surprised her. She sounded a little too enthusiastic. A little too chipper for past midnight.

Austin gave her a side glance as he pulled out of the parking lot. "Fine," he replied curtly. Then he narrowed his eyes at her, "Are you feeling alright, peaches?"

Ally was glancing out the window. She turned back towards him, giving him an easy grin. She saw his eyes widen at her sudden smile. "I've never been better," she told him. "Should've done this a long time ago," she muttered under her breath, referring to the coke she snorted a few minutes earlier.

Austin was still staring at her. There was something in his eyes she couldn't quite understand. When she turned to look at him, he quickly turned his eyes back on the road, swallowing. He ran a hand through his unruly hair. She frowned at his bruised knuckles.

Criminal.

They sat in silence for a few more minutes. Ally glanced at the luminous street lights. The city was breathtaking at night.

Speaking of breathtaking. "You mind if I roll down the window?" She asked Austin. He cocked an eyebrow at her, looking skeptically at her, as if he couldn't believe what she was even saying. She didn't blame him. If she saw herself like this, she wouldn't believe it either.

"Be my guest."

Ally rolled down the window and lit a cigarette. She let the smoke fly behind the car as she left her hand outside the window. Ally took a puff and purred contently as she let the tobacco roll through her system.

"Jesus fucking Christ," she heard him mutter. Ally turned to look at him, but his hard eyes were turned to the road. She saw his jaw flex.

They drove in silence and Ally lost track of the turns and roads they were going down. She was surprised Austin wasn't driving her in circles. She counted four lefts, three rights, a single highway that took about five kilometres before there was even a single building in sight and so much more.

"So, where do you wanna go?" Austin asked her after a while. She had burned out two cigarettes by this point. They sat in his ash tray.

"Show me around Miami," she told him.

"My pleasure," he told her, some of his old suave nature coming back. He grinned at her as he looked over to his right, turning into a quieter street. Ally glanced back at the clock on the dash. Though the numbers on the dash were swimming in her vision, she understood that they've been driving for twenty minutes now.

Ally had never felt more alive in her entire life. The window was rolled all the way down and she stuck her entire head out of it, the wind caressing her hair. Ally smiled and closed her eyes, taking in the life of night. She opened her eyes and was met with bright street lights and the city life at midnight. Though there were less cars than usual, she never felt more in the middle of it all.

With her head still out the window, Ally got a glimpse of where Austin was headed. He was still on the highway, but she understood it perfectly.

He was showing her the lights.

Ally stared in awe at the building illuminated by the lights. Even though it was midnight, the buildings were lit up like the Fourth of July. It reflected off the water of the beach too, as she can see from the highway they were driving across.

"Beautiful," she breathed, her voice getting caught in the wind and blown away.

Apparently Austin heard because he said, "Of course."

Ally sat back down in her seat. "Are they always this bright?"

"Only on Saturdays," he laughed. Austin turned and gave her a quirky grin. "The real question is, are you always this high?"

Ally snorted— ironic really. "Isn't that a question you should be asking yourself?" She laughed at him. "But if you must know, I'm higher than a fucking cloud," she laughed. And then she turned out of the window and took a deep breath. "I'm higher than a fucking cloud!" She screamed out the window, letting her laugh die in the wind. She lit another cigarette.

"Either I'm dreaming or you're insane," Austin chuckled. He pulled off the highway and Ally was disappointed at the lost of the lights. It was dark in the car now.

"If anyone is insane, I'm pretty sure it would be you."

"That's flattering, princess."

"Please don't call me princess."

"Why's that?"

"Because a princess needs a prince and with my luck I'd find a frog."

Austin laughed, turning to look at her. She stared back at him, intrigued suddenly by the dark shadows that danced across his face. The lack of light made his face seem dark, a little sharper as well. She took in his appearance in the dark. He looked soft yet defined by angular edges at the same time. She wondered how whack her brain was by thinking this. She took another puff of her cigarette.

Austin smirked at her. She found herself studying his mouth. Soft. "I could be your prince charming."

"You're a frog."

"Aw, come on now. Frogs need a little love, too."

Ally leaned over to him. "So you admit you're a frog."

For an instant, the smirk lessened on his face. "I'm a lot of things," he said a little quietly.

She didn't pick up on the sudden temperature drop in his tone. "Speaking of which," she said, taking another puff. "How was jail? Enjoy being a criminal?" She bit her lip when it came out of her mouth. It sounded like a question in her mind but the way her mouth said it out loud, it was almost mocking— like she was trying to taunt him rather than ask him a simple question.

Austin turned to look at her. There was no smirk on his face, no expression she could read in his eyes. He looked dangerous and she shivered. "A criminal?"

"I heard you got arrested."

"Yeah?" Austin laughed now, the mysterious and playful glint coming back to his dark brown eyes. "What else have they been saying about me?"

"Thievery?"

"Maybe."

"Damn," Ally replied, sitting back in her seat.

Maybe she imagined it but she heard him mutter, "You got that right," under his breath. And then, "So now what? You scared of a criminal, sweetheart?"

Ally turned back over to look at him. For an instant, she could see him as just that; a dangerous criminal. His messy blond hair and wild eyes on every front page of everything. Images of robbed banks and broken glass, murder mysteries, vandalism. Notorious criminal Austin Moon wanted, dead or alive.

For some reason, that thought made her heart skip a few beats.

"A criminal who calls someone a sweetheart sounds extremely intimidating."

"I'm glad you think so," he said, satisfied. She huffed at him. Sometimes she just wanted to slap that satisfied smirk right off his face.

Ally sighed and glanced at his dashboard. CDs were messily scrawled out over the entire thing. His tiny snow globe was still in the same place, snow falling around the snowman as the car rattled down the street. She glanced at the radio.

"D'you mind?" She asked, already reaching to turn on the radio. Her tongue felt as heavy as her eyelids at this point.

There was a pause. "'Course," he mumbled. In her peripheral vision she saw his jaw clench as his eyes scanned the road. "Anytime."

She frowned at his answer. She got the okay, but what did anytime mean? Ally didn't dwell on it too much as she turned on the radio. Some country station blasted right off the bat and she wrinkled her nose. Ally quickly changed the channel to find a more suitable station to listen to.

She found one playing some of the more recent and popular songs. She sat back, satisfied as Austin zoomed by another red light. She glanced out the rolled window as music blasted from the speakers. Austin turned the volume up.

"So, you wanna tell me what's on your mind?" Austin asked her. She glanced at him, finding comfort in the shadows that danced across his face.

"Not really."

"You'd never willingly go on a ride with me."

Ally snorted. "Maybe I've changed."

"Out of your clothes, maybe."

"Haha, very funny."

Austin tipped an invisible chauffer hat at her, winking. "Glad m'lady thinks so."

"I'm not anyone's lady," she retorted. Ally returned her attention to the rolled down window. She glanced at where they were; beachfront. The night sky reflecting off the water was truly a sight. Ally even saw some people making midnight sandcastles by the water.

"To your right is the beach," Austin said, playing tour guide. "Great place to hang out with friends. The beach looks great at midnight, people still surfing and whatnot." Ally nodded.

"And to your left—"

Ally turned her head.

She was met with Austin smirking at her, pointing to himself with his index finger. "—Is this pretty face right here."

Ally rolled her eyes. Austin grinned and turned back to the road. She couldn't help but glance at him from her suddenly blurring vision. He was still in his flannel pajama pants, the gray jumper loose around his arms. His feet were clad with undone Converse, his hair devilishly messy. Ally had the sudden impulsive urge to run her hand through his hair and tug on the wild knots. She wondered how his blond locks would feel between her fingers.

She shook her head dispelling her thoughts courtesy of the drug in her veins.

Ally let out a sigh. She was staring at the car in front of them before it turned into three cars. She blinked, rubbing her eyes. Still, her vision blurred and swam.

Other than the pop song blasting from the radio, they drove in silence.

Austin seemed wide awake. However, when she glanced over at him he seemed to be yawning. She wondered how long they've been driving for. She couldn't focus her eyes on the time on his dash. The blue numbers kept swirling and blurring.

"I never got to ask you how your day was," Austin said after a little while. His voice was choppy from the wind blowing in from both their open windows.

"Then ask me."

"How was your day, peaches?"

How was my day?

Ally pondered on the question. Her day. Her day was spent moping over the fact that Dallas was a huge asshole yet she somehow missed him so much. She was miserable, lonely, tired and fed up with life. She had already broken a promise she made to herself by breaking into her trash bag. She didn't even feel guilty that she did it, which somehow made everything worse.

She couldn't understand why her mind wouldn't just shut off and leave her alone. She didn't want to think about Dallas, she didn't want to think about her old life back in New York. She was a new person now. Ally was a new person. Well, she was trying to be, anyway.

To sum up, my day was fucking awful and I wish I never woke up.

Instead, she said, "It was alright."

Austin's mouth tugged downwards at the corners. He frowned at her, not seeming to believe her white lie. "Explain alright to me."

Ally sighed, suddenly so tired. "Fine. Dandy. Okay. Could be better. Average."

"Could be better?"

"I could've found a better, less chatty driver."

Austin looked wounded. He recoiled sarcastically. "Ouch."

Ally bared her teeth at him. "Try me," she growled at him.

Austin chuckled. He was turning off the highway and back onto the road. "You sure are something, princess."

"I could say the same about you. At least you've cut down on trying to get into my pants."

Austin whistled, making a sharp left turn. Headlights flashed. "Speaking of," he said, "you want anything to eat? Drink? A donut? Some Mountain Dew?"

Ally watched as Austin turned into a small gas station. She wrinkled her nose at him. "Mountain Dew?"

Austin gave her a smirk as he parked the car. He ran a hand through his ruffled hair, tossing it up. "You know? Mountain Dew," he chuckled. "As in mount and do me."

Ally gaped at him as he gave her a wink and hopped out of his car, heading into the small convenience store to grab whatever he was going to get. She shook her head at his retreating form decked out in flannel pajama pants.

As in mount and do me.

Ally snorted. As if.

She waited for his return.

Ally couldn't help but glance through the window. A thought popped into her mind. What if he really was a criminal and he was actually going to steal something? Surely he knew gas stations were the worse places to commit a crime?

The brunette glanced down at her own hands that were now shaking. She couldn't remember why, but she suddenly felt the fire in her own veins. She lifted a shaky hand, inspecting what made it tick.

Ally vaguely remembered she had her phone in one of her pant pockets. She felt around for it before finding it right where she left it. Ally turned the screen on.

1:57am.

Austin opening the car door again startled her. Ally nearly dropped her phone. She quickly put it away as he ducked into his Chrysler.

"So," he said closing the door, "I've got chips, Coke—"

So do I, she thought with a small smirk.

"—Jellybeans— because who doesn't love jellybeans?— and whatever this is." Austin held up a bag to the light. It was a bag of pretzels.

"They're pretzels," she told him.

"Pretzels?" He looked at her, puzzled.

Ally couldn't believe he didn't know what pretzels were. "You know," she said, snatching the bag away from him. "Pretzels? Salty? Crunchy?"

Austin gave her a quizzical look.

"Did you even read the label?"

"I just grabbed whatever looked cool."

Ally sighed as she opened the bag. She held one in her hand and looked at him. Slowly, he looked at her and opened his mouth wide. She could nearly see all his teeth. Ally fed him the pretzel. She watched as he crunched down on it.

"For the record," the blond said, swallowing. He smirked at her. "You're very gullible."

Ally realized what he meant as he put the car into ignition. "Fuck you."

"That's the biggest honour anyone could ever achieve," Austin chuckled. "You should hop onto the trend."

Ally snorted, turning away from him to face the window. "No thank you. I make it a thing not to sleep with assholes."

She thought he was going to retort back but instead she heard him say, "Have you gotten any sleep lately?"

The question caught Ally off guard. So much that she answered honestly. "Not really."

This caught Austin off guard. He spoke in a low tone, laced with what she thought was concern. "Really? What's on your mind, sweetheart?"

Ally glared at him, a little mad he was trying to coax the answer out from her. She just shook her head, turning away from him once again. She heard Austin turn the radio up even more. Her ears were ringing, but if it meant she didn't need to talk to him again, so be it.

Her vision was blurring so much at this point she couldn't tell the difference between a sign and a pedestrian. It didn't help that Austin was driving 120 in the city either, merging all the colours in her eyes. Jesus, did this boy ever slow down?

Ally was about to light another cigarette when she felt Austin's hand on her thigh. She swallowed unintentionally. "Have something," he said, referring to the snacks he bought. She could see he was nearly done the bag of jellybeans himself.

Ally sighed before picking up a can of Coke. She popped the top and took a sip. She held it in her hands, liking the way it made her hands feel cold. Her face was too warm.

Ally yawned. She felt her eyelids flutter close suddenly. She was beginning to feel awfully tired.

"Yorkie?"

"Hm?" She looked at him. There were three blurry devils staring back at her.

"What's it like in New York?"

That was probably the last thing she wanted to talk about right now. She just shook her head at the alarming swarm of thoughts in her mind. How could she tell someone who's never been to New York something about it? "It's... interesting."

"How so?"

"Nights are colder, people are colder. You could get robbed at any second and lost on the subway."

Austin glanced at her. When she turned to return his gaze, he turned away. "Interesting," he said.

"Yeah," she said flatly.

"You okay?"

"Of course I am."

Austin's jaw flexed. "You don't sound okay."

Why do you care?

She almost said, New York is a touchy subject for me, but didn't. Did he care? Maybe. He'd been asking if she was alright all night, of course he must. But did she want to tell him? Of course not. Here's this stranger trying to pry into her deepest darkest secrets.

I'd say we've become acquaintances by now.

Ally shook her head. "Just tired."

"Then maybe I should get you home."

Home, she thought bitterly. A word I used to associate New York with. Ally shook her head again, her wavy hair flying around. She was sure she would go crazy back in that dorm room of hers. "No, don't. Just... keep driving around for a while."

Austin gave her a look which she accepted fully. There was something in his dark eyes. It looked like it wanted to swallow her whole. "Okay," he said, turning back to the road. Ally relaxed. "Whatever you want."

They drove in silence for a while. They drove on another highway that passed that IHOP she was at last month. She laughed remembering the thought.

Maybe she should have considered Austin while she chose a comrade for the ride. She vaguely remembered that he looked like he just rolled out of bed when she knocked on the door. And if she was counting right, he had yawned about eight times the entire trip. His hair stuck up at odd angles because of the wind. He rubbed at his eyes, most likely trying to get the sleep out of them.

It suddenly occurred to her that he acted selflessly to give her a drive around the city. She woke him up in the middle of the night to snatch him and his car away for her own personal need without a care about what would happen to him.

She glanced at him. Shadows danced across his face, making him look rugged. Her eyes travelled to the hollow of his neck where the bandage used to be. It was gone, leaving only what it was trying to cover behind. The bruise looked soft on his skin, a small blemish on the art. She focused on the rise and fall of his chest, indicating he was breathing. For some reason, she tried to synch up their breaths.

Ally looked at his face again and let the thoughts in her mind overpower her better judgement. He looked so soft yet so dangerous. His jaw and cheekbones looked sharp enough to slit her throat if she were to ever come in contact with them. His nose was high, wrinkling slightly as he fought off another yawn. His mouth drew into a slightly crooked frown when he wasn't talking and she wondered what his mouth would feel like on hers.

Ally shook her head.

Fuck. This is why I don't do cocaine anymore.

Ally tried to calm herself down by taking a sip of the pop in her hand. Unfortunately as she brought the drink to her lips, Austin decided to slam on the brakes. Her drink went flying from her hand and splattered all over her shirt. "Fuck," she cursed, glancing down at her now-soiled shirt. A car horn blared at Austin at the sudden stop.

"Sorry, mate." He peeked out his window to the car behind him. "Ran too many red lights already." Austin sat back down in his seat as the car behind him honked again. He snickered.

Ally was still look at her mess when she caught Austin looking at her. "Shit," he muttered, going wide-eyed at her.

"It's fine," she waved him off, finding some napkins— and other weird things like ketchup packets, coconut hand lotion and pet insurance— in his car's glove compartment. "It's not your fault you're a shitty driver."

Austin didn't say anything but pulled over and parked on the side of an empty road. It was illuminated only by the street lights on either side of it. Austin turned the engine off. Ally dabbed at her shirt, still trying to soak up the spill feebly.

"You're going to get sick wearing that," he muttered. Ally eyed him, but didn't say anything. She was cold, soaked to the bone, but she wasn't going to admit that.

"It's your fault for slamming on the goddamn brakes," she retorted. Wiping up the mess was futile.

"You should change out of that shirt," Austin said. And before she could say anything, Austin began to take off his gray jumper. She couldn't help but notice the way his white shirt rode up when he lifted his arms over his head.

Austin tossed her his sweater. Ally caught it and frowned. "You want me to wear your sweater over my shirt?" Where was the logic in that? She would still be frozen. The logical thing to do was to...

Oh.

Austin chuckled darkly at her. "I'm asking you to take your shirt off."

Ally knew he was stating the obvious, but the way he said it made her fingers tremble slightly. She dropped his jumper in her lap and slowly began to ease her arms under her shirt. She shivered as cold air made its way to her stomach without even being fully exposed yet.

Without meaning to, she caught Austin's eye. He was staring at her with an expression she couldn't understand. His eyes were darker than he night sky itself. She realized she could have a little fun with this. Ally placed her fingers on the hem of her shirt and slowly eased it over her head, shimmying it off her body.

Austin's breathing became shallow.

Ally smirked as she shirt covered her face. She eased it off her arms placed it in her lap beside Austin's sweater. Ally let out a planned, satisfying sigh. She glanced at Austin out of the corner of her eye. His eyes had taken on a hazy look and deep down she was thrilled she was the one doing this to him.

She was wearing nothing fancy, a normal black bra. The brunette threw her messed up hair back over her shoulder slowly, catching the bob of Austin's throat as he swallowed.

Ally quickly threw the jumper over her exposed skin, as a sudden breeze entered the car. Man, she was cold.

As soon as she was covered entirely in Austin's sweater, she felt warm. Warm and cozy. The sleeves were at least five inches too long for her. Heck, it was even big on Austin.

"Fancy stunt," he said, his voice oddly hoarse.

Ally batted her eyelashes. "Glad you think s—" Her voice died in her throat as she caught sight of him.

He was suddenly so close. Austin leaned over the cup holders in between them. Her first instinct was to lean back, away from him. But something, some force, held her immobile.

She gasped softly at the sight of him; unruly blond hair, a tongue that swiped at his soft lips, tinted blue because of his choice of jellybeans. His white shirt seemed to be strained by his arms. One of which that was suddenly resting on the back of Ally's seat. Ally still rendered his flannel pajama pants silly, but somehow, they made him look so boyish. His eyes were so dark, stars unable to be reflected in the haze. They were trained on her lips.

She had trouble getting the next breath out her lungs.

Ally thought of words to describe him in that moment; dangerous, attractive, gentle, annoying, a pain in the ass, rough, the fucking devil, handsome.

Sex.

She could see it. Them leaning into each other, their mouths colliding, crashing into each other like the sea and the shore. He would ignite the flame inside her and she would set ablaze the hunger in his eyes. She would run her hands through his fucking blond hair and tug on it so hard. She wondered what kind of noise he would make, whether she would commit it to memory on the nights where she felt lonely or just swallow his cry whole with her own mouth. He would run his hands up and down her back, pulling her into him before resting on her waist.

She would kiss his neck, licking those two dots that tempted her all the time. She would tickle that spot behind his ear with her lips, kiss the hollow between his neck and throat, bite on his Adam's apple. She would place fluttering kisses all along his jaw, leave a mark for him to cover with a bandage. She would make him scream.

Preferably her name.

Ally couldn't see anything but the darkness in his eyes. It wasn't like a darkness she'd known before, filled with grief and heartbreak. This darkness was filled with mystery and adventure, of hunger and desire.

He was wild, tied down by nothing. Austin didn't seem to let his past define him and maybe that's why she was so intrigued by him. Why her thoughts were always so ambivalent when it came to him. He was everything she wanted to be, everything she wanted. Something quivered in her stomach.

Ally watched as Austin leaned in closer, his tongue swiping at his bottom lip. Ally felt like liquid gold, her movements heavy. She leaned in close, so close that their noses were an atom away from touching. She stared at his lips that quivered slightly. She closed her eyes, feeling his warm breath on her face.

She could feel the ghost of his lips hovering above her, descending slowly. She wanted to grab the back of his head and smash their faces together already, but much to her dismay, she still had some self-control left.

Ally felt Austin's hand touch her face. It was rough, yet gentle against her skin. He swiped his thumb over her cheek. Her breathing had gone ragged. Their noses collided. Ally tilted her chin upwards. She parted her mouth, eagerly ready to accept his lips on her own, his tongue in her mouth.

And then a car horn blared.

The two jumped apart. Ally's heart pounded in her chest, her eyes going wide. Her erratic heartbeat was so loud, she couldn't hear anything for a moment. She was disoriented for a second before she remembered that the car was parked on the side of a supposedly empty road. Ally took in a shaky breath, trying to calm herself down.

She almost gave into the devil.

Ally glanced at Austin who looked more or less like himself. He was staring straight ahead, into the dark road, the dark night. She watched as he fumbled with the keys to the car. "I should," he swallowed, his low voice raspy, "take you home."

She didn't trust her own voice but got out a soft, "Yeah."

They drove in silence. The radio turned off by itself when Austin turned the car off earlier. That felt like a lifetime ago.

The fire in her veins was dying out. She was oh so tired, ready to collapse. Her vision was still blurry, but it wasn't at its peak. She glanced at the time on the dash in front of her.

3:06am.

She couldn't stop thinking about the boy sitting next to her.

Ally slumped against her seat as the city zoomed by. She wondered how a brain processed thoughts so quickly, and why hers was against her at all odds.

Austin pulled into the parking lot of UM. The scene was quiet. Of course it was, it was fucking three o'clock in the morning. He pulled into an empty slot near the grass closest to her residential hall. She wondered if he did it on purpose.

Austin got out of the car first. Ally didn't trust her legs to work, but she forced herself to stand and get out of his car.

She grabbed her soaked shirt and began to walk towards her dorm. Austin followed behind her. It made her anxious. She knew he was only about a step behind her. If she were to stop, she would collide with the front of his warm chest.

Ally kept walking.

Her dorm door came into view after walking in silence through the building for a while. Ally swallowed as she felt for her keys.

"Hope you had a good time tonight, princess," Austin said from behind her, all the smugness and smirk back in his voice. She let out a sigh of relief. Ally wasn't sure what she would have done if his voice was still dropped three octaves and all scratchy like he just woke up. She was sure her knees would've given into the floor.

"I did," she said, finding her voice. And her keys. She unlocked the door. "Thanks."

Ally turned around to face him, startled to find him only inches away from her face. She held his gaze. There was the mischievous glint in his brown eyes again. For a second, it disappeared, and his eyes clouded. Ally swallowed nervously, blinking once, twice.

And then he was gone.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA. I hope I made your heart pound at some point during this. Even my heart was pounding while I wrote it because I couldn't get the words down fast enough.

ANYWAY, I'm sorry to say I haven't finished writing the next chapter yet. Might be awhile until I get to that. But I do have a certain Thursday in mind to post it on, since it kinda correlates with a specific date to Ally in the actual show. It might be a few days prior or in advance but still. Can ya'll guess what it might be? ;)

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