Applesauce

11:45; Lunch time.

It's my usual break from work, at my fathers music store, "Sonic Boom". I take out my brown bag, and pull out my ham and cheese sandwich, with a box of milk, and a little tub of apple sauce.

I eat my sandwich as quick as I can, finishing my milk, then I dig into my delicious applesauce. I bring the cold, sweet substance to my mouth and instantly melt by the taste.

I know this seems dramatic, but it's so good! Suddenly, I hear laughing from beside me, and I spill my sauce on my chin. I quickly wipe it away and see a certain blonde leaning against door frame of the practice room.

"Did you want something?" I ask sarcastically, putting my applesauce down and folding my arms.

He just chuckles and walks into the room. "Yeah, I wanted to see you."

I immediately blush at his response. Something I rarely do. "And what's the purpose of your visit?"

He shoves his hands in his pockets and laughs again. That laugh; I can't get it out of my mind. "You're my friend Ally; there has to be a reason every time I come see you?"

I smile sweetly. "No, I was just wondering. So, how are you Austin?"

"Good." Austin replies. "And you?"

"I'm great. I was just enjoying my lunch break." I say, referring to my applesauce, which I grab again and enjoy another bite.

"I saw." He says, smirking. I lightly slap his chest, and again, some applesauce fell from my mouth onto my chin. I go to wipe it off, but Austin beats me too it, and wipes it off with the pads of his thumb.

Our faces are close; too close for being just friends. We take a moment, and look into each other's eyes. I pull back and move my hair to the side, running my fingers through it.

Austin takes a few steps back, looking nervous. He just looks down at his shoes, not saying a word.

An awkward silence is between us, before I break it. "Well, I should get going. My lunch break is about over."

Austin nods and I pack my garbage back into the brown bag it was in before, and walk downstairs. I throw my lunch away, and go back to work.

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After work, I head home. I take out my house keys and unlock the front door. As I walk in, my dad is passed out on the couch with a bowl of popcorn on his lap. I lightly chuckle and remove the popcorn from him and place it in the kitchen.

Then, I walk upstairs and take a quick shower. When I am done, I slip on my silky pink bra and matching panties, then pull over a white bathrobe.

As I walk to my room, I take off the robe and put on my gray tank top, with pink 01 on it. Then, I find my pink sport shorts and slip those on. Next comes my pink fuzzy slippers.

After I'm done getting dressed, I quickly brush and dry my hair. Then, I grab my songbook and start to write.

Dear Songbook,

Today, as usual, I had a lunch break. But this time, Austin was spying on me. I don't know why, but he just was.

When he had caught me, I was so embarrassed. Then, it happened.

After he had caught me enjoying my applesauce, I dropped some of it on my chin and he wiped it away. Now, I don't know if it's what friends do or not, but he was super close to me. I could feel his warmth; that's how close we were.

Is it weird that I wanted to kiss him? Did he want to kiss me? Or, was it just part of the moment?

I closed my book and shoved it across my bed, then ran my fingers through my hair. Thoughts raced threw my head.

Should I have kissed him?

What would have happened if I did?

Would he kiss me back?

I just didn't understand. Friends don't have a sudden urge to kiss other friends, that's just not how their relationships work.

Suddenly, my phone was vibrating off my dresser. I got up to check it, and read the message.

To Ally:

From Austin:

Hey Alls, look out your window. J

I was confused by his text, then walked out onto my balcony. All I saw was the giant willow in front of me.

I heard a faint voice from down below. "Ally!"

I looked down and saw Austin with a small basket. He started to climb up the tree, basket in hand, then made it too my balcony.

"Austin," I asked, still stuck in confusion. "What are you doing here? It's nearly ten."

He ignores my question and just opens the small basket, revealing a Tupperware container full of applesauce, a few napkins and a white sheet and two small bowls. I gasp slightly then look up at Austin, who's smiling.

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Once we set up the sheet, Austin opened the Tupperware container and took out the two bowls. He then served both of us small portions of applesauce, then took a scoop of mine, and fed it too me.

I laughed with the cold substance in my mouth. "Austin, I can feed myself."

He shrugged his shoulders and laughed, taking a bite of his sauce as well. "I know, I've just always wanted to do that."

"What? Feed a girl?" I ask sarcastically, taking yet another bite of my applesauce.

"Yeah, something like that." He replies, smirking. I just laugh and throw a napkin at his face.

He pulls my bowl of applesauce away from me, and I whine. He chuckles and pours the sauce back into the container. I whine again, and obviously he thinks it's funny.

"Austin, don't you know not to mess with a girl's applesauce? Especially when it's mine." I state, looking at him sternly.

He doesn't reply, he just stares at me. It starts to get weird, with the way he's looking at me. He moves the basket, the napkins and the two bowls from between us, behind him, then moves a little closer towards me.

Butterflies start to erupt in my stomach as he inches closer and closer. I part my lips to speak, but he places a finger against them. Okay, what's going on? I continue to ask myself.

Austin removes his finger from my lips, then runs the palm of his hand to my right cheek, caressing it there for a moment, before I notice he's starting to lean in.

Did I forget to mention that we're laying on our sides?

Now I'm really nervous; he's about to kiss me! Don't get to excited Dawson. There might be something on your chin again.

But, obviously there's not because his lips meet mine for the first time, and it's like the Fourth of July inside my heart.

It only takes a moment, but his lips start to dance with mine, in a perfect and romantic sync. Austin's hand moves from my cheek, to the back of my neck, and he pulls me deeper into the kiss.

The oxygen is slowly slipping from my lungs, and I break the kiss too soon. Both of us gasp for air as we pull away from each other. Being as it is my first kiss, I'm a little new at this.

After I catch my breath, I smile up at Austin, who's returning it right back. He leans in for another kiss, but I stop him. "No more until I get my applesauce back."

Austin just laughs and takes out the Tupperware container again, then serves me more applesauce.

I take a few more bites and then Austin says something. "You know, your lips taste like applesauce."