So guess where I am? At the beach, that's where! Woo! Here's a new chapter, and I was lacking some Auslly feels, so I decided to add an Auslly scene. An intimate one. So there's only about five or six chapters left as well. For the later chapters tell me if you want to have a future lemon in as well. This chapter is kinda short too, sorry. Um...Well review and tell me how it turned out, hope you guys like it! Also instead of making a new story, after this one. I want to rewrite all my other, ones before I start another. Thanks. Review please!
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"Well!" Mimi yells clapping her hands together and letting a huge breath out. "Glad, all that's taken care of." She says smiling tiredly, yes because she's the one who stood in front of a huge crowd of flashing and yelling people, that were asking questions left and right about her relationship with the man she was supposed to hate. But now, has complete mixed feelings, which is another burden she has to carry for the next year and a half because there is no way even if she liked that man, he would ever like her back. If you haven't noticed that was me I was talking about.
Everyone else nods, in agreement. "Well, we should get going then." Mike says.
We just finished doing the questions and stuff, and mostly everyone has left. But still I am not looking forward to going home alone with Austin. We haven't talked about it, and I just hope things just go back to normal. I don't want awkwardness, I'd rather have our bantering selves back.
"Okay, then." Austin speaks up. He grabs my wrist, bringing the familiar fuzzy feeling in my stomach. He starts to drag me down the hall to the exit, when—
"Wait!" Mimi yells. Austin lightly groans and turns around still holding onto my wrist. It seems involuntary. I frown and tug my hand a little and he quickly let's go. "Yeah?" He asks almost like he was scared of her answer.
Mimi walks up to us, my mom in tow. "Remember you guys are a couple now, which means you must act like a couple. Now it's not that we don't trust you, but we've noticed the hesitation between you two." What the…? Hesitation. Really? "So we've made a rule, every hour you must share at least two full complete kisses."
Did they…? Oh please don't tell me they did. Who else believes Austin and I's parents are going a bit…Oh I don't know crazy?
"What!" I yell.
"You heard us, two kisses per hour." My mom speaks up.
I splutter, "B-but y-you can't do that!"
"Yes we can, and we did. Two kisses per hour." Mimi says crossing her arms.
"Mom!" Austin whines while stomping his foot. I huff alongside him.
"And." My mom starts grinning slyly. "Trish and Dez have both volunteered to make sure you both do." She says.
My eyes widen, "Trish and Dez are on this too!" Austin yells practically voicing my thoughts. I frown trailing off to think of many ways to chew Trish out for doing this to me. But this nagging feeling in the back of my mind, is telling me that I don't really mind this rule, at all. And that really scares the crap out of me.
Scene Change
"So…" Austin breathes, after we both settle back into our seat after a round of pointless laughter. Once our conversation with our Moms was finished we climbed into the limo, and started to head home. Austin somehow convinced me to drink a little. And one cup grew to two, to three, to four. Which brings us here. It's safe to say we're slightly drunk. "About the Brittany thing." Austin says. I stare at him while playing with his hair.
"What about her?" I ask.
"Well, Ally Dawson's knows one of my secrets, I think it's only fair that I know one of her's." He says slyly.
I raise an eyebrow. "What?" I ask nonchalantly. "That girlfriend thing? That was hardly a secret. And I don't have any secrets." I add hastily. Not true.
Austin chuckles fully turning to face me. And I realize the position we are in. We're both facing each other, and I could just lean a little closer and our lips would be— No Ally. Dispose of those dirty thoughts. "Oh Ally." He says while shaking his head. "It's a known and proven fact, each and every human has a secret. It's the way things are."
I shake my head. "Yeah well this human." I say while pointing at myself. "Just proved that fact wrong, because I do not have any secr—"
"How about the one, where Ally D.'s secret dream is to become a singer." He says nonchalantly.
My eyes widen. "How do you know that?"
"I have a sixth sense." He says cockily. It's true before I got this job, I wanted to become a singer. But at that time I had an immense case of stage fright. So I stuck with songwriting. But then I got the job, and instead of helping my own career, I started helping others. And slowly, the dream kind of dulled away.
I roll my eyes. How does he know that? The only person I've told is…"Dez told you, didn't he?" I deadpan.
His face contorts into wide eyes, and a sheepish look. "What! No I…—Yeah, he did. But I figured most of it out all on my own." He defends while pouting.
I laugh. "Congratulations Sherlock. Do you want a prize?" I ask sarcastically.
"Actually," He says crossing his arms over his chest. "For a matter of fact, yes, yes I do want a prize." He says.
"Oh." I say while raising both my eyebrows. "And what would you like your highness?" I ask challengingly.
He smiles slyly. "Another kiss."
My eyes widen and I stare at him in shock. "W-what?!" I splutter.
He smirks, and taps his watch, "It's been an hour." He sing-songs.
I stare at him for a second, thoughts running around my head amok. He smirks leaning back in his seat satisfied at my reaction. And then I realize he's challenging me. He knows he has the upper hand. "But of course," He says, while fake yawning. "If you're too much of a chicken then I gue—"
I don't even let him finish the sentence. I grab the front of his tux, pulling him towards me and crashing my lips onto his in a fiery kiss. With a smirk planted onto my lips I wait for him to come to his senses. When he doesn't still staying in shock, I bite his lip lightly and just like that he snaps out of his reverie. He kisses back, leaving no space for air. Our lips mold together, and this one gets more hungry than our first one. The atmosphere quickly changes from fun and chill to heavy and passionate. His tongue nips at my bottom lip and I part my lips for his tongue to slide in. Our tongues dance with each other, growing more fast and passionate. I moan lightly and he pulls me on top of him so I'm sitting bridal style. He grins as he gains dominance and his tongue starts to explore my mouth. I smile lazily and bite his tongue lightly making him yelp and groan at the same time. He pulls away breathless, "Ally Dawson, you little vixen." He grins. I smile and his grip tightens on me before swooping down and claiming my lips yet again.
I'm making out with Austin Moon. I'm making out with Austin Moon. Although my mind is fuzzy, I grip the main concept. I'm drunk and making out with Austin Moon.