Hello! Welcome and thanks for reading Two in a Million! :) I'm glad you all decided to give my book baby a chance!
Just a few disclaimers:
Since this is a fanfiction, I just wanted to reiterate that the characters, songs, and anything else you may recognize in here is not my own— credit goes to Kevin, Heath, and all the fabulous writers and actors from the show. Since this fanfic starts and ends with content from the Season 4 finale, I will be putting time stamps whenever I do that. Like I said, I do not own the characters or the songs, and this is my own interpretation of what might have happened in those ten years we didn't get to see on the show. I'm proud of what I've created here, and I'm super excited for you all to read it.
Without further ado, here it is! I have poured my heart and soul into the creation of this and I'm hoping that you guys enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it. Thanks so much, and enjoy :)
-Ej
reunions & wrecking balls
(From Duets & Destiny, 0:25)
early summer 2019
"I didn't know it at the time, but the day I walked into the music store was the greatest day of my life...because it's the day I met you." Ally looked down at her fingers, which were intertwined in in her lap, fiddling with them nervously as she listened to Austin. She wasn't sure where this was going, but she knew that with Austin, it usually meant he was about to make a big romantic gesture. She glanced up at him again expectantly. A smile creeped onto her face.
"There's so much about the future I don't know," Austin was saying, "but the one thing I'm sure of is...there's no way I could make it without you." Ally's smile faded. Her eyes darted to the left, then the right. Is he doing what I think he's doing?
"So..." Ally's breath caught as Austin got down on one knee. "Ally Willow Dawson..." Her eyes turned into saucers. Austin grabbed her hand and held up the ring. "Will you make me the happiest man alive and... marry me?"
Is he serious?
"Austin..." She pulled her hand away slowly, and Austin's smile faded. "I can't..." Ally paused. "Believe you're really asking me to marry you! YES! Yes, I will!" she screeched, jumping up as Austin spun her around in his arms.
Trish paused the video. "Wait, that never happened," she said. Dez' face fell.
"First of all, Ally's middle name isn't Willow. And more importantly, Austin never asked Ally to marry him." Dez threw his hands up, exasperated.
"I know," he admitted, "but what happened in real life is too sad. So, when I was putting together my Rockumentary: The Austin and Ally Story, I used a little editing magic to make it look like Austin was proposing. Here's the original footage." Dez pressed play again, and they watched as Austin picked up a bug from the ground and encouraged Ally to touch it, while she shrieked in disgust.
"No audience wants to see what really happened."
"You mean, that Austin and Ally actually broke up, and haven't talked to each other in years?" Trish asked, although they both had known what happened. Her tone was riddled with annoyance. Why couldn't those two just get their act together?
"Uh, yeah!" Dez replied, "I can't end my movie like that."
"It's all so sad!" said Trish. "You know, Ally's coming home this weekend, and I tried to talk her into going to Austin's show with us? She said she doesn't even want to see him."
"Austin said he doesn't want to see her, either," Dez mused as Trish got up from her chair. "It's so weird that, after all that they've been through, they can't even be friends."
"Tell me about it!" Trish exclaimed, "We're friends, and we hate each other."
"I know. I hate you so much." Dez pulled her in for a hug. When they let go, Trish grabbed her purse and set it on the table. "I just know that if we can get Austin and Ally in the same room, once they see each other, everything will be fine and we can all go back to being friends."
Trish's face lit up. "I think I know just how to do that!" Dez furrowed his brow.
"Wait a sec," he mused, both hands on his hips, "Is your plan an elaborate scheme that involves lying, trickery, and deceit?" One eyebrow was raised. Trish smirked.
"Of course."
"Then, count me in!" They shared a high-five before Trish laid out exactly how they were going to reunite their best friends.
later that day
(3:09)
"And then," Trish said to Ally as they walked back into the music factory after she'd picked her up from the airport, "after I finished touring with The Lion Queen, I got cast as Maggie in the musical Maggie and the Magic Overalls."
"Overall, I'd say you're doing really well," Ally responded, cracking herself up with her own joke. Trish just shook her head, signaling her disapproval of her best friend's attempt at humor. Ally glanced around the factory, grinning. "Wow, it feels so weird to be back here," she continued. "So many memories."
"You mean, like... meeting Austin?" Trish asked, sitting down on the striped green couch. "Writing songs with Austin? Falling in love with Austin?" She looked up at Ally, resting her chin on her hand.
"I see what you're doing, and I don't want to talk about it," Ally said, sitting down on the ottoman across from her friend. "Austin is the past, and I'm all about the future. Now that I'm done with college, I'm just excited to focus on my music again."
"I'm really happy to hear you say that," Trish mused, standing up and holding her hands out as she often did when she had big news, "because guess who booked you on the Helen Show this Friday?"
"Wha- the Helen Show? That's amazing!" Ally pulled Trish in for a hug.
"Your fans are dying to hear new music from you," Trish said.
"Wait... I'm supposed to do a new song?" Ally asked. Trish nodded. Ally ran her fingers nervously through her hair. "Uh, I gotta warn you... school kept me so busy, my songwriting is a little rusty."
"Ally," Trish argued, "You've never written a bad song in your life." Ally picked up her book from the ottoman. "Let's hear what you've got."
Ally paused, then started to sing. "Always wear your shower shoes in the dorm bathroom. It's a breeding ground for fungus..." Trish looked at her incredulously before sitting back down.
"Oh, boy."
"The airline lost my luggage..." she sang. "I just wrote that at the airport because the airline—"
"Lost your luggage. Yeah. I get it." Ally pursed her lips and closed her songbook. Trish sighed. "Well, I guess you have a few days to come up with something to sing on the Helen Show. You'd better start looking though, because that," she gestured toward the songbook, "won't cut it."
"Yeah," Ally mumbled. "I know that I can find something. I just might have to do some digging in my songbook first."
"I have faith in you, Ally," Trish said. Ally sat on the couch next to her. "But you'd better not screw this up." Ally bit her lip. Trish was right. She had to come up with something to sing on the show, and fast.
(4:46)
"And then Atlanta tonight and tomorrow, and I'll be back in Miami for my show this weekend. I can't wait to see you, buddy!" Dez nodded.
"Me, too. What u—" both tried to do their handshake through the screen but ended up knocking both computers over. Austin and Dez scrambled to pick each of their computers up.
"You still there?" Austin asked. Dez set his back up and nodded.
"Hey, so you know how Trish booked you on the Helen Show this Friday?" he asked. Austin nodded.
"Yeah. It's gonna be fun to go back on the Helen Show. That's kinda where it all started for me."
"Well, I finally finished my film, 'The Austin and Ally Story,'" Dez said, "And I was kinda hoping you guys would bring me out to show the clip."
Austin frowned. "You guys?" he asked. "Ally's not gonna be there, is she?"
Dez's face went blank. "What? No. I said, you guy. I was hoping you guy... would bring me out." he paused. "You. Guy." His eyes darted from left to right as he secretly hoped that Austin believed him. Dez knew that he had a history of screwing things up, and the last thing he needed was for that to happen again. He knew Trish would be pissed off if he did.
"But... out of curiosity," he continued, "would it be a big deal if Ally was there? I mean, she's not... but if she was..." Austin sighed.
"Dez, you know how hard the breakup was for me," he said. "It's still really painful. There's no way I'm ready to see Ally again." Just then, the girls walked in from downstairs.
"Hey Dez," Trish mused, pointing to Ally, "Look who's here!"
Without hesitation, Dez stood and threw his laptop out the window of the practice room, making the glass shatter. The girls glared at him.
"Ally!" he exclaimed, coming in for a hug. "That was close," he whispered to Trish. She just rolled her eyes in response.
a few days later
(6:19)
"Austin, you're on in ten minutes," the stage manager said as he approached Austin and Dez. He looked down at his clipboard. "...is something I was supposed to tell you nine minutes ago, so you've got one minute." Austin frowned as Dez started to give him a shoulder rub.
"Okay, buddy," Dez started, "Just treat this like any other talk show appearance. There's no reason to freak out or be nervous."
"Why would I freak out?" Austin asked nonchalantly.
"See? That's exactly what I'm talking about! Calm! Down!" Dez shook Austin by the shoulders and let out a quick exhale. Austin's eyes turned to saucers. What was that all about?
"Oh, Trish!" Ally exclaimed as Trish walked by her makeup station on the other side of the backstage area. "Thank you so much for booking my on the Helen show... you're a really great friend!" Ally embraced her in a hug, and Trish grimaced, hoping she would still feel the same way after seeing Austin. Neither of them knew that the other was there yet, but both Dez and Trish had their fingers crossed that their secret plan would work. It was obvious the two of them belonged together, and whether they were willing to admit it, they were miserable without each other. They both had meant the world to each other only a few years ago, and now, hopefully, they would mean the world to each other again.
"I am," Trish replied, not trying to hide the hint of snark in her voice. "But remember, no matter what happens out there on the show today, just know that I'm always trying to be the best possible friend."
Ally nodded hesitantly.
"Best...friend...possible." she paused. "Best."
Ally was beginning to grow suspicious. "Okay..."
A stage manager approached the two girls. "Ally, you're on in one minute...is something I was supposed to say fifty-five seconds ago, so you're pretty much on now."
He pushed her out to the stage, where Helen was dancing badly and saying, "We have an amazing show for you tonight! I could not be more excited to have these special guests... on stage for the first time together in years, Austin Moon and Ally Dawson!"
Ally froze when she heard Austin's name. No no no no no... this can't be happening! Her jaw slackened when he appeared at the other side of the stage, looking as shocked as she was. Of all places to be reunited with Austin, it had to be on live television. Her eyes locked with Austin's for a few seconds. Agh, so that's why Trish was acting so guilty. I should've known. The crowd cheered. Ally pulled her eyes away from her ex-boyfriend and waved awkwardly.
Ausitn's mouth formed an 'o' shape. What's she doing here? He straightened his jacket and forced himself to look away from his ex-girlfriend, whose sparkly blue dress was tightly hugging her figure.
Meanwhile, backstage, Dez had found Trish and both were glued to the TV screen. "It must be so awkward for them coming back here, since the last time they appeared on the Helen show, Ally was crawling around with a drum on her head, making a complete fool of herself." Dez deadpanned. Trish nodded in agreement, shot him a look, and turned back to the screen, saying nothing.
They watched Austin and Ally step awkwardly toward Helen and the red couches. Trish sighed, looking over at Dez. "You know what, maybe this was a mistake. Look how uncomfortable they both are!" They both watched the monitor for a few minutes more, occasionally cringing.
"What do you mean, they look uncomfortable? It's not like they're appearing on television together for the first time in years and being forced to talk about their breakup!" Dez smiled and paused. "Wait..."
"And who can forget Austin and Ally's first appearance on the Helen Show eight years ago?" Helen was saying. "Roll the clip!"
Trish shook her head, smiling at how young and awkward they both seemed. Ally had come such a long way since then, and it was all because of Austin. They belonged together, and she wished there was a way she could make them both see that.
"Ooh! They're showing the clip from last time!' Dez exclaimed. "Well, this ought to be good," he paused. "Man, I wish I had some popcorn."
When it got to the part where Austin said, "Give it up for Ally, everybody!" Dez had started to laugh uncontrollably. Trish began pacing back and forth.
"Austin's voice used to be so high! Like a little itty bitty ba"—
Trish stopped him mid-sentence. "I know. I was watching it, too."
Dez sighed. "Man, this is going great!"
"Are you kidding me? This is a disaster! Austin and Ally are having the worst time ever!"
"Oh, I know. I just meant that this is the best episode of the Helen show I've ever seen. Riveting!" Dez motioned with his hands underneath the monitor.
"We've got to do something," Trish insisted. She was hesitant about their plan at the beginning of the show— the awkwardness between Austin and Ally was palpable, even from backstage. Now, though, as Helen interrogated the two of them about their breakup— something Ally had been clear from the moment it happened that she didn't want out in the open— Trish knew something needed to be done. As much as she wanted them to get back together, she hated seeing her friends suffer like this.
"I have an idea," Dez mused.
Oh great, Trish thought. That's never a good sign. "Well? Spit it out!"
Before Dez has even finished explaining his idea to show the trailer for "The Austin and Ally Story," Trish responded with a wholehearted "Let's do it." They needed to intervene soon or both Austin and Ally would end up humiliated.
"This plan of yours had better work," Trish said as she pushed him toward the stage. "I can't take seeing them like this."
"Trust me, Trish. It'll go fine. When has a plan of mine ever failed?" He asked hypothetically, scoffing.
"I can think of at least three times." She glared at him as he did the mental math in his head, "In the past week." The redhead eventually gave up, and shuffling toward the back of the stage. Dez made his grand entrance into the Helen show by dancing as badly as Helen had to the intro music, grinning cheesily the entire time. Austin and Ally both looked back with confusion as Dez danced his way toward them.
"Dez!" Austin exclaimed, giving him a look.
"What are you doing?" Ally whispered.
"Creating a distraction," Dez replied.
"I'm sorry, who are you?" Helen asked. The pair watched as Dez went on about his movie.
This is a total disaster, Austin thought. I wanted today's interview to be great, but it's all going up in flames. He glanced over at Ally, who was looking back at him. At least I'm not suffering alone. Austin faked a smile. Every single thought that encaptured his mind had to do with how stunning Ally looked.
Trish's eyes hadn't left the TV screen since Dez had gone out to the stage. Man, he is really stinking it up out there. So much for his brilliant idea.
"My movie?" Dez asked, shoving Austin to the side. "Thanks for asking. I would love to talk about my movie. It's called 'The Austin and Ally story.' Roll the clip!"
As much as Trish liked to bother and make fun of Dez, she had to admit, filmmaking was one thing he didn't completely suck at. Watching the old footage of Austin and Ally together made her heart melt. A tear even formed in her eye when the trailer showed the clip of Austin professing his love for Ally at the WMAs.
All at once, these memories from high school came rushing back. Austin and Ally had been so in love when the four of them had graduated. She couldn't wrap her head around the fact that they weren't even friends now. Trish shook her head and turned back to the screen.
"Wow, look how in love you two were!" Helen said as the audience clapped after the trailer. "Such a tragedy."
"Tell me about it," Dez commented. I've been reworking the end of my movie for years, trying to make it less depressing."
Helen nodded. "Mmm, powerful stuff," she said, getting up from her chair. "Stay tuned, after this commercial, Ally's going to perform a brand-new song!"
"I'm sorry. I can't do this." Trish watched Ally get up and walk off stage.
"Ally!" Austin stood up but didn't run after her. Wait, he wanted to say. Come back.
"You should really have me on here more often," Dez was saying. "We have great on-screen chemistry." Trish facepalmed. What a doofus.
After watching Dez dance for a few seconds (which was more than enough), Austin ran after her. Maybe he could find a way to fix this.
When Trish saw Ally coming toward her, she bit her lip. "Ally, wait!"
"Why did you do this?" Ally demanded. She looked like she was on the verge of tears.
"I'm sorry! I just miss you...and Austin, and even that red-headed doof! I just wish things could go back to the way they used to be."
"I know. I get it." Ally hesitated. "But I told you I wasn't ready to see Austin. It's still too painful for me."
"I'm sorry I tricked you," Trish replied. "But this is your big comeback! You have to go back out there and sing your new song!"
Ally sighed. "It's not actually a new song."
Trish narrowed her eyebrows.
"I lied when I said the only songs I had were about shower shoes and lost luggage— I wrote a bunch of other songs too, but they're all about me and Austin. And there's no way I can go out there and sing one on TV now, especially not in front of him." Austin appeared behind the curtain, silently eavesdropping on their conversation. He took a few slow steps forward.
"Well, you can't just leave!" Trish argued. "You've got to sing something. The song about lost luggage wasn't that bad."
"Ally, we need to talk." Austin approached Ally and Trish with a serious look on his face. Ally felt her stomach tie itself into knots. She hadn't expected to see him here at all. It gave her an uneasy feeling knowing that she was probably about to pour out her emotions about the breakup through song right in front of him— or was that just the feeling of her falling in love with him all over again? She couldn't tell. And it was driving her crazy.
"Uh, yeah," Ally replied, looking down at her feet. "Probably should."
Trish sighed. "And I probably should give you some space." She took one step back, which earned her glares from both of them.
"More space than this?" she rolled her eyes. "Got it."
After an awkward pause, she turned and looked into the mirror. "Well, this isn't how I pictured seeing you again," Ally said awkwardly.
"Me neither." They stared at their reflections in the mirror, silent for a second as they were both captured completely by how the other looked. Ally tried her best to keep her composure. He's just so...
"You look pretty," he said, smiling. She forced herself back to reality.
"You look...pretty, too," she replied lamely. Hot. The word you were looking for is HOT.
"Thanks," he replied. "I've been using an all-natural moisturizer—" Austin stopped mid-sentence when Ally gave him a look that said, 'you're seriously talking about your skincare routine right now?' Ally paused before turning around.
"I miss you," they said in unison. Ally felt a weight lift off her shoulders.
"It's been...weird not having you around," she admitted. "We used to share everything."
"Well, at least I still have your songbook," Austin pulled the book out of his back pocket. "It's almost like having you with me."
Ally smiled. "You still keep it with you?"
"Always," he smiled back. "Look, I heard what you said to Trish about not wanting to perform."
Of course, he did. "It's hard to go out there and perform feeling the way I do right now," she admitted. The knots in her stomach were getting tighter by the minute, and she didn't know if they would ever go away.
"You know, we always used to be able to lean on each other to get through anything," Austin started.
Ally wasn't sure why, but in that moment, she found herself remembering lyrics from the night they'd sang their first duet, "You Can Come To Me." Anything you need, that's what I'll be...
"What if we sing your song together, as a duet?"
You can come to me.
Record scratch. Freeze frame. Wait... what did he just say?
Ally immediately snapped out of her little daydream... or whatever it was. She blushed as a sheepish smile fought its way onto her face. "Really?" He nodded.
"Uh, I think...this one might be...good." Ally cringed on the inside. That's the best you could come up with? She grabbed her rough draft of "Two in a Million," a song that she'd written not long after graduation, off the top of the dresser, her movements almost robotic. She handed it over to Austin, her hands clammy and heart racing, watching as he read over the sheet music.
After a split second had passed, he nodded again. "It's perfect."
"Aww..." both glanced toward the curtain, where Trish was peeking her head out.
"Still too close?" She asked.
Trish ducked back behind the curtain, deciding that she should leave Austin and Ally to work on their song. As much as she wanted to sit in on their mini impromptu rehearsal, she had Dez to deal with.
"Crap," she said out loud to nobody in particular. "I forgot about Dez."
"Why are you still here?" Helen was asking him.
"Well, I guess it's up to me to save this," Trish muttered under her breath. She danced her way upstage to where Dez and Helen were sitting, sporting a smile. This plan of hers might actually be working.
"Hey," she greeted them. "Sorry to interrupt." It was clear that she wasn't sorry at all, however.
"Oh, good, another uninvited guest," Helen commented. "Do we have any security here? Anyone?"
"I just wanted to let everybody know that Ally is ready to perform," Trish continued, "And Austin is going to perform with her!"
"That is Ahh-mazing!" Helen exclaimed, "but you know, I like to introduce the guests on my show," Helen mused, pulling out her dance moves again. Trish faked a smile, ignoring her.
"Ladies and gentlemen, on stage for the first time in years, Austin and Ally!"
"And Ally!" Helen finished with the same enthusiasm. Trish smirked, fully aware that she had just upstaged Helen at her own show—which, frankly, she was completely fine with.
As the lights in the studio dimmed, the audience went crazy. Dez and Trish both cheered as loud as they could watching Austin and Ally made their way onstage from opposite sides. As Ally started to sing the first verse, she looked out at the audience. Once she saw Austin, though, they both locked eyes. She and Austin switched positions on the stage, not breaking eye contact. The chemistry between them was palpable. Neither of them could really focus on the lyrics, because both were equally enchanted by how the other looked.
Ally wasn't sure if it was because it was a bit chilly in the studio or if it was because she was falling in love with Austin again—probably the former, she figured— but she had goosebumps. The smile still hadn't disappeared from her face. She was suddenly glad that Trish had tricked her. They might not have found their way back to each other if it wasn't for her manipulative, deceitful, best friend.
"We're like two in a million, can't even begin to find where I found you/ And what are the chances that there'd be this magic we touch?" Austin reached out and pushed Ally's hair behind her ear. Ally smiled as she felt her cheeks turned pink. It seemed like time was frozen. A few days ago, she dreaded the thought of seeing him again. Now, she never wanted to be apart from him.
"We've got something special, on another level, like it's just me and you in the room..."
It sure feels like we're the only ones here, Austin thought. She looks so beautiful.
"Because something so brilliant is meant for just two in a million." The instruments faded out, Silence filled the room as the audience watched with anticipation.
"Ally, I still love you."
Trish had to clamp her hand over her mouth to keep from screaming. She glanced over at Dez in the dim light of the studio, not really able to make out his face. She was willing to bet money that he was already crying, though.
"I never stopped loving you," Ally answered. Another weight off her shoulders. Ally felt like she could fly. Nobody that she had dated during the past four years had ever compared to Austin.
"I never want to be apart from you," Austin said. It was a relief hearing that she felt the same way, but how in the world would they be able to make it work? A million thoughts ran through Austin's head all at once. He couldn't think straight.
"I want to be with you too," Ally replied. "But how? No matter how much we love each other, we always seem to be headed in different directions."
"Then, why don't we head in the same direction?" Austin surprised himself a little by saying this. "We can write, record, perform and tour together!"
Ally paused. "You mean, like an official duo?" She was hesitant to accept Austin's proposal because of what had happened last time with their record labels. She wasn't sure that Jimmy and Ronnie would be on board with them becoming a duo.
"Yes," Austin nodded. "What do you say?" He'd never been more sure of anything in his life— now, it just mattered whether Ally felt the same way.
Ally gazed into his eyes; they were so hopeful and full of life. She didn't ever want to lose Austin or his big, beautiful brown eyes ever again. She was willing to take the risk of jumping into being a duo— screw what Jimmy and Ronnie thought about it— even if it meant complicating things with their record labels. For now, all Ally cared about was what she felt in this moment; pure bliss, unconditional happiness, a love stronger than she thought was possible. As far as Ally was concerned, Austin was her soulmate.
Ally reached up and planted a kiss on his lips, and as she did so, the lights lifted. The audience went nuts, as expected. She heard Trish comment about how this was what she hoped would happen, and smiled a little. For once, Trish's "evil plan" hadn't turned out to be that evil, after all. Austin embraced her in a hug and swung her around in a circle, setting her down. He couldn't stop staring at her.
We're back, baby, Ally thought, and better than ever.
"Ah, man, now I have to change the ending of my movie," Dez said, fake tearing up. "But it's so beautiful!"
"Auslly fans, rejoice! Austin and Ally are back, as a couple and as an official singing duo!" Helen danced her way toward the couple, and thanked Ally for not destroying her set this time.
"Well, your new set does seem a lot sturdier than the old one," Ally mused, tapping a pole with her hand. It immediately came crashing down, and Austin swooped in to grab her, jogging over to the other side of the stage. The audience gasped as the rest of the set tumbled down around them. Dez, Trish, and Helen stood by the cherry red couches, wide-eyed and screaming in horror. By the time the set had completely fallen, the talk show host was sitting on the arm rest of her chair.
"Austin and Ally, everybody," Helen said with a shaky voice.
The white sign that read, 'The Helen Show' hanging behind the couple fell down, now only being supported crookedly by one corner.
"Okay, just turn the cameras off." Helen demanded. Ally hung her head.
"I can't believe I did it again!" she exclaimed, walking over to Helen. Austin trailed cautiously behind her, a little afraid of what was about to happen. "Helen, I am so sorry!"
"Get...her...away from me!" Helen ran off the stage. The four friends stood near the couches in shock, with slackened jaws and vacant expressions.
"That went well," Dez said, obviously trying not to laugh.
Trish sighed. "No, it didn't!"
Ally laughed. "No, it's okay. For what it's worth, this day wasn't that terrible." She glanced up at Austin, who put his arm around her shoulder.
"Not at all," he replied. "But hey, at least this time we have the money to buy Helen a new set." Ally punched his shoulder, sporting a small grin.
"So, about this official duo thing..." Trish started. Smiles lit up Austin and Ally's faces as the four friends started to chat about concert dates, tour locations, and how to promote their official partnership. Trish mentioned that it would be best if they started sorting it out the whole "Whose Record Label Do We Sign With?" situation right away, and agreed that neither Jimmy nor Ronnie (but especially Jimmy) would be happy about this new development. Both would surely see the news of their partnership on the internet soon enough, and it was probably a good idea to call them sooner rather than later. That was the farthest thing from their minds, however, as Austin, Ally, Trish, and Dez made their way back to the music factory and talked for hours. When it got to the point where their eyelids were drooping shut, and their conversations were starting to drift to... less important things, the "Fearsome Foursome" simultaneously agreed to pick up their conversations about all things Austin and Ally the next day.
Well... what did you think? Tell me in the reviews! Thanks so much for reading! :) -Ej