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Alright, so, at first I realized that I meant to put COMPLETE, on this thing, but then saw the reviews and was like, "Why not?"

But here's the thing: these chapters WILL NOT be long, and probably vary in sizes, from a little over drabble size, to like about, 1k? And it'll only be a five or six shot. I already have four done. Soo…here's the second chappy-thing:3

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It's been a few days sense the Gang's little "vacation", and things are a little less than normal around. Well, at least between Austin and Ally, that is.

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The brunette leans awkwardly leans on the counter, back pressed hard against it's wood edges. She doesn't feel comfortable, not in the least, but she really just wants some personal space. It's not like she has much, with Him behind the counter with her.

She finds it almost laughable, how a few weeks ago, she would be chewing her hair out and giggling like crazy at this situation. But now, she's surprised to find it all very frustrating.

"Dallas." The name slips between her lips, but the tone is not in the nervous squeaks she would normally carry for the Dark-haired Boy. It is even and calm, which is another surprise but she doesn't care at the moment, because she needs to get to the point.

Again, a few weeks ago, by now she's be making a fool of herself, and she's not sure why she keeps reminding herself that. But the probable answer would probably be, because a lot has changed, in the past few weeks. It's rather un-usual though, because usually, Trish or Austin would come to her rescue by now.

It seems though, that saving is impossible: Because it's been five minutes, and all she can do is wonder why she doesn't want to respond with "Yes, Dallas. I'd love to go out with you this weekend."

Ally wished that today, of all days, Trish would have taken her three hour brake early, because she sure as hell can't count on Dez, and Austin is doing is, well, watching the whole thing. It's as if he's silently waiting for her reply too. She doesn't really understand why but she looks up in hoping to communicate some sort of 'Help-Signal.' But when she looks into his eyes, they're a stormy mess of dark brown and ice blue, which honestly, shoots nervous tingles down her spine.

She really can't tell if it's a bad thing.

Looking back at Dallas, she shoots him a apologetic smile, and says as gently as possible, "I'm sorry, Dallas, but I just don't think…that would work." Upon his crest-fallen face she quickly tacks on, "I have some things I need to figure out, and I don't think there'd be much time to try to start anything. I'm sorry."

It's honestly not a lie. Ally honestly does need to figure something out, and it's more complicated as un-knotting you're earphones when they get all tangled(because seriously, it can get pretty complicated), and it has a mess a blonde hair, a pair of brown orbs, and goes by the name of a city in Texas. Austin. The same Austin who's been complicating her life sense she first met him. The exact one who who's been a real pain in the butt these past few days, ever sense they have gotten back from the Everglades.(Which of course, she'll find out soon enough.)

As much as it hurt Ally that he'd been ignoring her, it also angered her as well. She thought they were closer than that. He knew he could tell her anything, he even told her about his fear of umbrella's for crying out loud! (Oops, guess it's no secret anymore.)

Glancing up, her eyes meet his, seeing they've still been watching her, even after Dallas had left, but he quickly looks away. Continuing to stare curiously, she watches his cheeks turn a flaming pink while he scratches the back of his head. Her eyebrow raises out of bewilderment at his strange behavior, but she still has the need to suppress her giggles. Shaking her head she decided everything will turn out fine.

He'll talk to her, when he's ready.