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Undercover Dreamer

Disclaimer: If I owned Austin and Ally I would be living in LA with famous people like Laura Merano and Ross Lynch. Sadly, that would be a no on my part.

All through my next session (canoeing), I couldn't focus on paddling. When I decided to try to learn how to canoe, it seems I forgot about my horrible clumsiness. No matter what I did, the boat simply would not go in the direction I wanted it to. Not to mention my mind was still back in the practice room, with the piano, my songbook and Austin. I was so distracted I flipped the canoe four times before it was finally time to go in for lunch.

By the time I had changed into dry clothes and returned to the main lodge, lunch was in full swing. I got into the lengthy line of campers and waited for my turn. As I approached the food, a woman with graying brown hair and a kind smile asked me if I wanted a chicken or veggie quesadilla.

"Veggie, please." I answered politely. I gave the woman a grateful smile as she handed me my food. I turned and looked around the cafeteria. On the far edge of the room I could see Dez, Trish and Cassidy laughing at a table. A few tables over sat Kira and Austin, along with a few other girls I had deemed her mindless minions for the summer. I knew those types of girls; they would do whatever Kira asked simply because she said to. There were plenty of those around my school to trip me in the hallways and shove me into lockers. As I strode over to where my friends were sitting, I walked quickly and far around their table.

I could feel Austin's eyes bore into my back as I walked past. But I kept my eyes trained forward, and soon arrived at my destination. I hurriedly took the seat next to Cassidy and across from Dez. They all said bright 'Hello's , then continued on with their previous conversation. I couldn't tell what Dez was talking about exactly, but I guess he was telling the others a funny story.

"And then, all of a sudden, he jumped out of the rose bushes shouting "Where are my Skittles?!"" Apparently what Dez said made sense to everyone else because they all burst out laughing. I let out an unsure chuckle, and then looked down at my food. I tried to pay attention to what everyone else was saying, but I knew a familiar pair of brown eyes were staring at me and I wasn't prepared to meet them quite yet. I continued to eat my lunch in silence, staring only at my plate until I saw a shadow cover the left side of my face. I turned to see that an unfamiliar guy sitting down next to me. He gave me a cool smile and raised his eyebrows expectantly.

"Hey Ally." I suddenly let out a sigh of relief, as I identified the voice instantly.

"Hi Dallas. I didn't recognize you in the daylight!" I had almost forgotten about meeting Dallas last night. He had been so sweet and funny, I feel bad about not knowing it was him. And now that I could see him, I almost blushed just speaking. Dallas was, to put it lightly, gorgeous. He had chestnut brown hair and a perfect bone structure. Each of his features were defined like they had been drawn by professional artist. But his eyes were a dull brown, nothing striking like Dez's or deep and soothing like Austin's. I was tempted to look back over to where the blond was sitting, just to see those eyes again. But I didn't trust myself, and kept my own eyes where they should be.

"I have to say, your beautiful voice does you justice, Ally." I blushed a deep crimson.

"Thank you. And I have to say, I would never have recognized you if you hadn't come talk to me. Your voice doesn't match how you look." Dallas gave me a look of mock hurt.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He teased.

"I didn't…I just…I mean…I don't know." I was a little bit flustered, my cheeks turning pink again.

"It's fine, Ally. I was joking."

"I know! I was trying to come up with a witty comeback." Dallas let out a deep laugh that echoed throughout the room. I smiled weakly at how pathetic I was.

"So, Miss Wrubel," I giggled, remembering the story I told him last night, "What do you think of camp so far? How are your sessions going?"

"Well, Mr. Cowboy," Dallas glared at me, but then a half smile slowly spread across his face, "I managed to only tip over my canoe four times today, so I'd say it was a success!"

Dallas let out another loud laugh, which caused me to suddenly snort. I gasped and covered my mouth, abruptly embarrassed. He became quiet and looked over at me, and then we both burst out laughing again. We were clutching our stomachs and wiping tears from our eyes when someone slammed their hands on the table across from us.

I looked up at Austin panting like he just ran a few miles, and my smile slowly faded. He looked back and forth from me to Dallas, his eyes hard and jaw set. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, feeling guilty for absolutely no reason. I felt a sudden urge to lift a piece of hair to my mouth and chew on it, but I resisted. Austin kept his gaze directly upon me, unblinking and unsettling. Dallas coughed and rubbed the back of his neck, as if he could sense the building tension.

"Hey there Austin." He managed to say, looking up to him with an uncertain voice.

"Dallas." Austin stated shortly, yet still kept his eyes on me, searching for my own gaze.

"What's going on?" Dallas was attempting to make conversation, but Austin seemed uninterested.

"Nothing."

"So are you and Ally," Dallas looked between the pair of us, "Friends?"

"You could say that." I abruptly turned my head up to meet his gaze. I was suddenly angry with Austin, and his stupid decisions. He was messing with my already screwed up mind and as much as I wanted to be his friend, I knew I couldn't be. I could not be friends with this stupidly beautiful boy who understood me and listened to me and could open up to me. He made me do things that are carless, reckless and completely out of control. He gave me back the passion that I had that has been lost for a long time. But that passion and carelessness also opens me up to a completely new world of pain. Pain that I refused to ever feel again.

I stood up slowly, and took a deep breath from my stomach.

"I think you should go." I looked directly into his eyes as I spoke.

Austin's mouth hung open and he squinted his eyes a little for a moment. He seemed to not understand what I was saying, or perhaps didn't want to apprehend it. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes as I stood my ground. His expression was consumed by confusion, hurt and complete utter shock. I could see that everyone in the surround area had turned to see what was happening. Before I could start crying in front of all of my friends, I quickly stepped over the bench. I turned toward the doors of the dining room and started in that direction.

"Ally…" I heard the word come out of Austin's mouth, more steady and strong than I expected. But I couldn't let myself be hypnotized yet again by the sound of his glorious voice. If I faltered for even a second, my heart would pull me back and wrap myself up in his arms. So I pushed my legs faster to my exit and quietly slipped out of the door.

I stopped just outside the door, and thought.

This may be painful now, but it really is the right thing to do. Right?