Songwriting Shortcomings Chapter 11: The Party, an austin & ally fanfic

Hello, reader! Busy day again today! Had to get a couch fo our hizzle, what what! Hehe… sorry you had to see that:P

12: Yes, as a matter of fact, I love SWAC! I miss it! It was one of Disney's best works! But I didn't intentionally put any SWAC lines in my story…what lines were you referring to?(:

Chapter 11, suckaahs.

The day of the party crept up on the gang as the week flew by. Crystal and Jamie joined the gang at the party because for now, they were part of the team. Since Austin and Ally didn't particularly want to be together at this point, everyone went their separate ways.

"Just to be clear, you know this isn't a date?" the brunette asked her redheaded escort sitting across from her.

"I know."

"So you don't mind doing this?"

"Nah. Saved me the trouble of finding a date." Dez smiled. Ally smiled, staring at the table. "You should go find him."

"Huh?"

"Austin. You should go find him."

"Why?"

"Because! I know neither of you want to be mad at each other and frankly, we're all getting tired of it.

"Well, what do you want me to say? He's too full of himself to apologize."

"Just go talk to him." They were silent after this. Nobody talked for a full five seconds until Ally breathed a heavy sigh and stood up.

"Fine."

Crystal and Jamie followed Austin and Trish around the whole event. They didn't bring dates; they just stuck beside the singer and his manager.

"Austin! Good to finally meet you!" A stout man approached, holding out a hand to the blonde singer, "Brown Evans.*"

Austin shook the hand in front of him. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Evans."

"Ah, call me Brown! Enjoying yourselves?"

"Well, we just got here."

"I see. Well, have fun! And uh, Austin. You'll be performing in one hour. Meet me at the performing area in forty-five minutes."

"I'll see you then, sir!" Austin grinned as the portly character walked away to greet the other party-goers.

"Um, Austin?" Austin recognized this voice and turned around. Ally?

Ally gave Trish a look that Trish understood, because best friends are just like that.

"Oh my gosh! David Beckham!" Trish announced, pointing to a far-off location and leading the excited other two girls to a random location.

"Ally? What are you doing?"

"I just…wanted to talk to you."

"OK, well talk to me."

"Umm, ok, well I really want things to be right between us. I'm not gonna say I'm not mad, because I am, but maybe we just don't quite understand each other here. I'm tired of being mad, Austin; you don't want things to be like this, do you?"

Austin watched his feet as he dragged them over the soft grass and shook his head.

"OK, tell me how you feel. I won't interrupt."

Austin looked up. "Could we do this somewhere quieter?" He followed her into the house and wondered what the door she was opening led to.

"The bathroom?"

"It's the most private place in a house." She replied, locking the door behind them. "Now, talk to me."

Austin sighed. "I just…feel like you're always mothering me. I am a teenage guy. Teenage guys should be allowed to eat their favorite dessert off of the article of clothing of their choice. And you just can't be wrong! I guess I just feel… underappreciated…. I guess. It feels more like I'm singing your stuff than you're writing my stuff."

Ally, opened her mouth, ready to defend herself, but remembered why she'd come here in the first place. He'd done as she asked, she wasn't going to turn the tables and mess everything up. He didn't even look mad anymore. Maybe he just needed to get this off his chest. Ally folded her hands together and took a deep breath.

"OK… well. I'm sorry you feel that way. And I guess you could say I feel the same way. Except I like things to be in order and I feel obligated to keep things straight. I'm under a lot of stress with school and songwriting and keeping you and Dez and Trish in check and now this whole business with Crystal…"

"So, you are jealous of her. Ally, I told you to tell me if you were upset."

"No, it's not that it's-" Ally stopped herself before she could finish. She'd already told two people, and knowing Austin, he'd do something about it.

"Well, what is it?"

"I… I can't tell you."

"Ally, how are we supposed to fix this if you aren't gonna open up?"

"I'm sorry! I really would like to tell you Austin, and I will… but I have to fix it first."

"Well, maybe I could fix it!"

"Please just trust me Austin."

Austin could tell Ally was telling the truth. He could see it in her eyes. And what's any relationship without trust?

"…Okay."

Ally smiled up at her partner. "Thanks, Austin. I'm glad we had this talk. I don't think it should be like I'm writing your stuff or you're singing my stuff… We're in this together. I'm writing our stuff and you're singing it." Ally widened her smile into a cheerful grin. Austin smiled back at her. "Couldn't have said it better myself." He opened his arms, inviting her into a hug, which she graciously accepted.

"So, we're good?" Ally asked, pulling away from her friend's embrace.

"Yeah, we're good. Thanks for coming to do this Ally, it really takes a lot off my chest. I should go apologize to Dez. I've been a real jerk lately." Austin left the bathroom to find his redheaded director. Ally smiled, wishing their hug could have lasted longer and followed him out of the room.

"Hey, buddy."

"Hey, did have you seen Ally?"

"I just talked to her."

Dez smiled and stood up from his seat.

"Look, I'm… really sorry for acting the way I've acted the past few days. I was being stupid… I was just mad and I shouldn't expect you to take my side on whatever I get mad about."

"Ah, don't worry about it." They both smiled and did their little handshake. What up?

"So, are you and Ally, ya know, friends again?"

"Yeah, we are. Oh my gosh, I have to meet Brown!" Austin and Dez rushed off to find the performing area. They saw Ally and Trish talking to Brown and hurried up to them.

"Austin! There you are! Ok, you've got fifteen minutes to prepare." He turned to Dez. "You can set up your camera stuff and such over there." He motioned to an area over to one side of the area, which Dez ran off to. Ally, Trish, Crystal, and Jamie, joined the audience as Austin entered his little circle of attention.

"How's everybody doing? It's great to be here tonight! This next song was written by my good friend, Crystal Beech. Ally grimaced. She'd almost forgotten that Crystal still had Austin believing that she wrote these songs. "It's called Blow Your Speakers."

So hop in your ride
Roll the windows down
Cause tonight's your night,
Get lost in the sound
Gotta crank the music loud
Baby blow your speakers out (Your speakers out)

Under the stolen lights
Feel the rhythm the rhythm
And it'll get you right
Sweat it all out of your system
You gotta free your mind
Let yourself unwind
Cause it's your night night night
So get it right right right come on

Can you feel it (inside)
It likes to go for (a ride)
I know you need it
I can see it in your eyes

So hop in your ride