A/N: Hey guys, I know this is a little late, but thanks for being patient. :) PREPARE FOR AUSLLY. Enjoy. :D

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I hear a light knock on the door and I look around one last time to make sure everything was in good shape.

Today was Saturday, and that would be Austin outside my door. Trish had, of course, gotten the hint and gone out for the day, and I got to cleaning. Trish would probably have a heart attack when she saw how organized everything was. And I had dressed casual once again, in pink shorts with a gray long-sleeved sweater. My hair was in natural waves and I had on just a tad of makeup. I took a deep breath before opening the door.

There he stood with a cheeky smile, leaning against the doorframe. He wore a navy blue short-sleeved shirt with holey light denim jeans and navy Converse. His tattoo is clearly visible, but the way he is standing with his arms crosses, his hand covers it. I mentally curse, and smile and say, "Come in... You can take off your shoes if you want."

I'm actually really grateful that he does take off his Chucks, because if he hadn't, he may track dirt into the newly cleaned dorm... I wander over to the large pile of DVDs that Trish and I have created together, shuffling through them. "What do you wanna watch?"

He comes and takes some of them out of my hands and looks around, chukling. "Chick flicks, eh?"

I snort and punch his arm. "Well, yes, I am a chick."

He shrugs and chooses one, flapping it in the air. "Lucky for you, I love chick flicks!" Austin love chick flicks? What?

The movie he has in his hand is 50 First Dates. I scowl, taking the disk from him and popping it in the player. "This isn't really a chick flick, is it?" I say. He shrugs, crossing the room and looking between the two beds, trying to decide which one is mine. I guess he realizes that the one with a plain red cover is mine, rather than Trish's flashy one. He plops down on it, putting his arms behind his head.

"It's kind of a chick flick. Either way, it's a great movie." He says.

"I've never seen it." I admit.

His eyes get wide and he sits up fast. "What?! Never seen it?! Oh my gosh. How, isn't it your movie?"

I shake my head. "It's Trish's... My roomate."

He shrugs and reaches out his hand for me as I flick off the light and the movie begins playing. He pulls me onto the bed and I stumble and land across his lap with a squeal, and he laughs and I eventually join in. We readjust ourselves so that we're side by side, but not touching... At first. Somehow, I eventually end up with my head on Austin's chest and my fingers absentmindedly tracing circles on his shirt, and his arm is loosely hung over my waist.

The movie isn't good... It's great. I actually like it a lot. It's funny, but romantic all the same. When it finishes, Austin and I remain close to each other all the way through the credits, discussing it, until it finally gets back to the main menu.

"What now?" He laughs after a moment, and I giggle, sitting up. He whimpers, but I roll my eyes at him.

"I guess we ought to just watch another movie. There's really not a lot to do in the dorm." I point out.

He looks thoughtful for a moment before smiling. "Do you have a laptop?"

I nod, pulling it out of my bookbag and handing it to him. He clicks around for a moment before motioning for me to come sit beside him. A YouTube video is on the screen, paused. The titles is "Roomate Tag", It clearly shows Austin sitting next to who I think is his roomate, the redhead I saw with him at the restaraunt that day. "This is a video Dez, my roomate, and I made the other night when I got home from our date. Dez makes YouTube videos for this channel every week, they're usually pretty funny. Anyway, let's just watch it." He clicks play.

It was a video of Dez and Austin answering simple questions about their college life, basically, but at the end, Austin had to eat a spoonfull of cinnamon which actually had me in tears from laughing. The thing that kind of bothered me about the video, though, was that Austin had admitted to having the most girls over, being the biggest partier, etc... And he would squirm beside me when the questions were answered, and I would try my best to act as if it weren't bothering me. After all, he was here, with me, on a Saturday rather than being out with some other girl, right?

I climb back on the bed after putting my laptop away, and spot the tattoo on his arm once more, uncovered now. I stare at it for a moment before realizing what it is: An anchor. I think he senses me staring, because he gives a little cough. I quickly look away, and he chuckles. "Looking at my tattoo?" I nod, embarrassed. He surprises me by pulling me closer and bringing the tattoo into full view. Where the chain at the top of the anchor should be, the words "Don't let yourself sink." written in cursive. I've never liked tattoos, but I actually really like this one.

"I have more." He admits quietly. Somehow, I'm not surprised. I am, however, surprised when he takes off his shirt. My mouth falls open. His abs are perfectly carved, and he's undeniably sexy. And he did have more tattoos: I spotted three, but I didn't pay much mind to them because his abs were practically jumping out at me. He put his shirt on all too soon, and smirked at me doing so. I huffed, and looked away.

He reaches out and takes my chin in his hands, and gently makes me look at him. He surprises me by saying, "You're beautiful, you know." He leans in slowly, and when his lips finally touch mine, a fire burns deep inside me that I've never felt before.

A/N: Bit of a cliffhanger, next chapter will be in Austin's point of view. :) Don't forget to review, favorite, and follow! I won't post a goal for this chapter, but reviews are greatly appreciated. :D Much love. x