If you don't wanna read about a drug, don't read paragraph six. Which is the one that starts with "They'll be home soon..." Just a head's up. :)

"So where are your parents anyway?" Austin asks me.

"Dad's at Sonic Boom," I say, "Mom's at Moon's Mattress Kingdom."

He looks at me. "Why?"

"You guys have WiFi and Sonic Boom doesn't," I tell him. "Our moms are doing most of the things over the internet. They said it was because they wanted to be like the young kids and learn how to use these things. My mom's actually considering buying an iPhone."

"That should be interesting," Austin says, sounding slightly like he could really care less. He makes a movement, barely noticeable... unless you're me. I look down and see that he's moved his chair a little closer to mine.

"They'll be home soon though," I almost say, but just don't feel like it. Like I said before, the smell of cinnamon is all around the room. It's almost as if someone's smoking marijuana and the smell is getting me high, slowing down my brain's thinking process. I can barely speak without breathing in a bunch of cinnamon so I just let Austin do all the talking.

His arm slithers around my waist. "Well, I don't know about your dad, but I know your mom won't be home for a while," he tells me. I turn and see that his face is extremely close to mine. His cinnamon smell slaps me in the face... but it's also mixed with cheese. I can fight the intoxicating scent.

I scoop the last of my Mac-and-Cheese into my mouth and stand up from my seat. "I have homework to do," I lie quickly before my voice gives out.

"No, you don't," he says. I start to say something, but he cuts me off. "Ally, I know you like the back of my hand," he tells me. "I know when you're lying. Plus, you would've been doing it during our snack."

"Cinnamon!" I blurt out.

"What?" he asks, not really looking surprised.

I run, tripping over my chair. Without standing it upright, I stand again and run from the room. Cinnamon, cinnamon, cinnamon. Cinnamonnnn. Cinnamon-y cinnamon.

Okay, Ally, calm down. I run into the bathroom in my room and pick up my toothpaste, unscrewing the cap. I breathe in the minty freshness and sigh in relief as I remove the last trace of cinnamon from my mind.

"Ally," I hear Austin call as he opens the door to my room and walks in, completely uninvited. I leave my bathroom with my back erect and my head held high.

"Ever heard of knocking?" I ask, still smelling the mint.

"Did you just brush your teeth?" Austin asks me, cocking his head to the side as he steps closer to me. "Or your nose?"

He taps my nose. He holds the finger he tapped me with close to his face. "Toothpaste," he says, "like I thought. Just why?"

"No reason," I say, wiping my nose to make sure there's no more. I cross my arms over my chest. "If you came up here to make an engagement joke that isn't funny, you can leave."

"No, I came up to talk seriously," he says. "Our moms have their heart set on this wedding. You know that, right?" I nod. "Well, if we tell them we hate each other, it'll break their hearts and they'll cry and get depressed. You know that, right?" I nod again, slower this time. "I think we should just act like we're looking forward to this wedding. For the time being."

"So you don't care if we get married?" I ask. "What if you want to marry Cassidy or—"

Austin cuts me off by laughing. "Cassidy?" he asks me. "You think I want to marry Cassidy?" He keeps laughing.

"Well, I thought you really liked her and—Whatever. What if you meet a girl down the road that you really start to like and you want to marry her?" I ask. "You won't be able to because—"

"Hold on," he says, raising a hand to silence me. "You do realize that you live down the road from me, right?"

"That isn't what I—"

"So basically, you're telling me that if I like you and want to marry you, I won't be able to because I'll already be married to you?" he says.

"That isn't what I meant! Austin, you know that I meant that as a metaphor," I mutter.

"And, Allyson, you know I'm not good with metaphors," he tells me.

"Whatever," I say, rolling my eyes. "Say I go along with this, pretending we're happy about the engagement. How long would we have to do it?"

"Until we think up a plan to get out of it," he says.

I sigh. "What's in it for me?" I ask.

"You get to go out with a football player," Austin says, pointing to himself. "Sort of. Plus, you still owe me so you don't really need to get anything out of it anyway."

I stare at him. "I don't owe you a thing," I tell him.

"You always do the things I ask you to do anyway though," he reminds me. "Just remember that I could make you do things much worse than this."

I huff. Then I remember something. "Wait, you're on the football team?" I ask.

His eyes widen. Then he slaps himself hard in the forehead, seeming to knock himself back onto my bed. "Are you kidding me, Ally?" he asks, his hand still covering his eyes. "Please tell me you are. Where do you think I go every Monday after school? Football practice!"

"Sorry," I mumble.

"So..." Austin says. "No homework?"

"No homework," I confirm.

He walks over and opens my door, walking out of it. I follow close behind him, wondering if he's leaving. He walks through the kitchen to the living room. I hold my breath as I walk through. He plops down on the couch, turning the TV on. I sit down beside him and see what he's watching.

Guy Code.

Guy Code is such a weird show. I don't even really like Girl Code, the female version of the show. Austin roars with laughter as someone says something that I guess was supposed to be funny.

"Guy code," the guys says firmly.

"Guy code," I mouth, mocking him and rolling my eyes. I look over and see that Austin caught me.

"What, you don't like the show?" he asks me.

I shake my head. "Sorry."

"Would you rather watch Disney Channel?" he asks jokingly.

"Yes. As a matter of fact, I would," I tell him. "Anything's better than this show."

"Well, fine," he says. He types in Disney Channel's channel number on the remote and it pops up.

A show called Aiden & Ashley is on. It's about a guy and a girl who met in a music store and started writing music together. You could tell they liked each other from the first episode. There was really no need to watch it to find out they'd start dating. I was shocked when they broke up soon after though.

"We could have a show like that," Austin tells me, "on Disney Channel. Well, if you wrote songs." He looks at me. "Do you write songs?"

I shake my head, not adding anything to the lie.

"Oh," Austin says. "But Dez is just like Dan except Dez carries around a book bag instead of a purse—"

"It's a satchel," I cut him off, but he just keeps talking.

"—And Trish is just like Tara. She can be mean and she always has a new job," he continues. "It's like they based this show on our lives. Think about it: Austin & Ally. Can't you see that on your TV guide as the new hit TV show on Disney Channel?"

"Yeah, except Aiden and Ashley aren't being forced into marriage," I mutter, ignoring his last few statements.

Austin's head snaps toward the door, seeming to hear something I didn't. "Remember how you agreed to act happy?" he asks me. About the engagement, yes. I nod. He pulls me into his lap. "Well..." The door knob turns. "Starting now."

He turns to me, closing his eyes, and kisses me deeply, putting his hands on my waist and the small of my back. I hesitate before closing my eyes as well and wrapping my arms around his neck, kissing back.

"Shhh!" I hear someone say. Sounds like my mom. And Austin said she wouldn't be home soon.

Who is she talking to though? My curiosity gets the best of me. I pull away from Austin, my arms still around his neck. I pull one of my arms away so that I can wipe Austin's spit off of my lips before putting it back. Gross. Austin needs to learn how to kiss. Unless he did that on purpose.

I look at my mom and see that she was shushing Mimi. "Sorry for the PDA," I say to them, pretending to pretend I really didn't mean for them to walk in on that. I giggle and rest my head on Austin's shoulder, prompting him to lie his head on top of mine.

My mom and Mimi go insane at this. "Oh, get the camera!" Mom exclaims. "Get the camera!" Mimi pulls a camera out of her bag and snaps a quick picture.

"Look!" she says, as if the picture is much better than the actual thing. "We'll have to put that on the Facespace!"

I glance at Austin and he glances at me, both of us suppressing the urge to burst out laughing. "It's Facebook, Mom, and why do you have one of those anyway?" Austin asks. "You're too..." He trails off as Mimi shoots a look at him. "... cool to have a Facebook. Uh, MySpace is where it's at. You should put it on there."

"Penny, we're behind on the latest things!" Mimi yells. "We have to go make a MySpace and delete our Facebooks!" They run off to the study.

"MySpace?" I ask. "No one uses—"

"Shhh," Austin says, pressing a finger to my lips. "Everyone uses MySpace. Facebook and Tweeter are lame. Right?"

I catch on and nod my head. "Right," I say. We sit there for a moment before I realize I'm still sitting in Austin's lap. I rise quickly to my feet and roll my eyes in disgust. "That was disgusting. I won't be able to stand having to do that all the time."

"Yeah, totally disgusting," Austin agrees, nodding vigorously.

"And you're a terrible kisser," I tell him.

"Whoa, whoa, hold up, excuse me?" he says. "Last I checked, I was the best kisser in school." He stands up so that, instead of looking up at me, he can tower over me and try to intimidate me into agreeing with him.

"You were lied to," I say. "Did you see me wipe my lips? That's because your stupid spit was all over them!"

"It's a habit, licking a girl's lips," he argues. "Plus, you're stubborn as hell and won't open your damn mouth unless I do that!"

"Why do you have to lick my lips in the first place? There was no need to add tongue. They would've believed us just fine if we had just... like... well, you know!" I exclaim, annoyed, not knowing what to call the kiss that has no tongue involved.

"Oh, you mean like this?!" he yells back. He leans down and kisses me with no tongue. I'm about to pull away when my mom and Mimi enter the room. Amazing timing, Austin. Really. Our arms and hands go to the usual places: his on my waist and the small of my back; mine around his neck.

"Oh, they just can't stop, can they?" Mom says to Mimi. "Hey, could you two break it up for just a second? We have a few questions to ask you."

I really don't want to answer any questions about the wedding. So I pull away from Austin for just a moment to say, "We're a little busy. Can you come back later?" before going back in.

"Ally," my mom says, a little on the whiny side, "this is important."

I pull away from Austin and sigh, annoyed. Not that I had to stop kissing Austin, no! But because I have to answer questions now. I nod slightly, to where our moms wouldn't notice, to Austin, answering his previous question. "Okay."

"Well, it isn't that important. We just wanted to ask why you two were yelling," Mom says.

"Oh!" I say. "Um... We... Austin?" I look to him for help.

He comes to my rescue. "We were having an 'I love you' war," he lies. "We just kept getting louder. Sorry, we couldn't help it." He looks at me. "By the way, I won. Because I, Austin Monica Moon, do, in fact, love you more. And I always will. You can't change that." He sticks his tongue out at me. "So ha."

"So adorable," my mom says, smiling widely.

I raise my voice ever so slightly. "But that's completely impossible, baby, because I love you even more!"

"No!" he says. "I love you more!"

"Nuh uh!" I exclaim. "I love you more!"

"No way, Ally!" Austin shouts. "I love you way more than you love me!"

"No, you don't!" I yell. "I love you more than you'll ever love me! Girls can do anything guys can do, but girls can just do it better! Therefore, you lose. I win. And I. Love. You. More!"

He groans in frustration and just leans down and kisses me before I can add anything else to my fake argument. I'm guessing he kissed me to show our moms how yelling turned into kissing the last time. I go along with it. He opens his mouth enough to let his tongue slip through and trace my lips. I keep my mouth firmly shut.

Our arms and hands go to their places. Austin licks my lips once more. My lips don't budge. He seems to get frustrated by this. We're standing at an angle. What I'm saying is that our moms can't see my back. Austin's lower hand slides even further down onto my backside.

I know what he's trying to do. He's trying to freak me out so that I'll open my mouth for him. Well, not this time. Then he does something unexpected, though I should've seen it coming. He... squeezes my backside. I open my mouth to let out a quiet yelp. He puts his hand back on the small of my back, obviously satisfied with his success. I can feel the smirk appearing on his lips as he adds more tongue to our kiss.

"We're going to have to put you on separate sides of the house if you two can't keep your hands off of each other!" Mimi jokes. "We just have one more question to ask you and we'll be done here if you could just take a breath."

Austin and I let out small fake laughs as we pull away from each other. "All right, what's the question?" Austin asks, detaching himself from me, but putting an arm around my shoulders. I put one around his waist.

"Okay, I promised we wouldn't ask any important questions so..." Mom says. "Uh... what are your favorite colors?"

Random, but I say, "Red."

"Yellow," Austin says at the same time.

"Red and yellow," Mimi says. "Got it. Thanks, kids." They return to the study.

I immediately step away from Austin. He steps away as well. After a few silent moments, he asks, "Am I going to have to do that every time too?"

"No," I say quickly. "Definitely not. You can just lick my lips from now on. That—That'll work fine."

"That's, um, that's what I thought..." he replies quietly.

"Don't you have somewhere to be?" I ask, realizing we have nothing else to do.

"Yeah, I have... Well, no..." Austin says.

"Well, can you go find something to do?" I ask him. I quickly realize my mistake. Now he knows I just want him to leave.

He grins. "I think I just found something I can do," he says, his arms sliding around my waist. I try to wiggle out of his grasp but he doesn't allow me to. "Do you remember the other day when I said you could kiss me if you wanted and you didn't?" Austin asks me, bringing my face nearer to his. He breathes cinnamon into my face. I'd like to slap him again, but I don't. "Every time I've kissed you since then, you've seemed like you wanted it more than anything. As if you've looked forward to kissing me your whole life." I close my eyes and turn my face away from his, trying to ignore the smell. "Kiss me one more time. Look me in the eye and tell me you don't like it at all. And I'll stop using tongue. Simple as that."

I take a deep breath, stand my ground, and look him in the eye again. "Promise?"

"Swear," he says. "You have to use tongue for this kiss, by the way. And if you do like it, we have to use tongue from now on. For every. Single. Kiss."

I groan, frustrated. Nevertheless, I accept his challenge. "Fine."

Austin closes his eyes and kisses me again, placing his hands on my hips. I close my eyes, but keep my hands at my sides, not really sure how to make myself seem like I don't want it while using them. If I put my hands anywhere on him, he'll think I want it, think I want him. And I don't.

I don't.

I feel my back bending slightly and notice that Austin's leaning into the kiss. He keeps one arm around my waist and puts the other hand on the back of my neck. He licks my lips, making me open my mouth. I try not to use my tongue as much and make him do all the work.

Austin breathes in, taking my air from me, still kissing me. The hand on the back of my neck travels back down to my waist again. I take my air back from him, breathing in. Cinnamon fills my mouth. If my eyes were open right now, they'd droop. I tangle both of my sets of fingers in his hair and it's then that I realize how freaking soft his perfect blond hair is.

But I don't care about that right now.

All I care about is cinnamon.

With my hands on his head now, I kiss him harder and breathe faster. Getting quick bursts of cinnamon injected into my mouth. Austin steps backward and we fall onto the couch. I keep my face glued to his, climbing into his lap with my legs on either side of him and my pelvis pressed against his stomach. I'll scold myself for this later. Right now, I won't worry about it though.

I moan. Austin's hands press down hard on my hips. Not so hard that it'd hurt though. His hands slide over my hips to my thighs. Then they graze over my backside as they slide around under my shirt. I don't even care. Let him do whatever. I'm getting cinnamon.

Gosh, I have an obsession...

Whatever.

Austin pulls his head away from mine. I almost go after him but I decide against it. We sit there for a moment or two, breathing heavily and trying to catch our breath. Austin catches his first and I catch mine while he speaks. "Five seconds to tell me: Do you or do you not like it?" he asks me. He begins to count down. "Five."

Not thinking very clearly, as my mind is clouded with cinnamon, I nod, saying, "I do. I like it."

"Four."

"I like it a lot. In fact, I love it."

"Three," he says, "two."

Everything comes into focus. "Wait a minute. No!" I exclaim. "I liked the—"

"One."

"—Cinnamon," I finish hopelessly. "It wasn't the kiss I liked. It was breathing in the cinnamon. I swear, it was the cinnamon!"

"I don't know, Ally," he says, looking down at our position before looking back up into my eyes. "Your" —he uses air quotes on the next two words— "'lady parts' are touching my stomach if you didn't notice. You have me trapped with your legs. My hair is matted up and probably knotted because you were pulling on it so damn hard with your fingers. That kind of hurt, by the way. And we couldn't breathe afterwards. If those weren't the signs of a good kiss, then may God strike me with lightning."

"You—No! It was the—"

"Do not try to tell me it was the cinnamon," Austin says. "That's just creepy."

"But it was!" I exclaim, getting off of him since I realized I lingered in his lap too long. "You don't understand! Cinnamon makes me crazy! I don't know why either!"

Austin shakes his head, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth a few times. "Poor, naive Allyson," Austin says. He stands up and walks to the door. He shouts to his mom that he's about to walk home. She says something about him going on without her. "You like kissing me. You especially like using tongue." He turns to leave and calls over his shoulder to me, "Simple as that, Allyson. Simple as that."

Hey, guys! GUESS WHAT DAY IT IS. Guess what day. It. Is. HUMP DAY. (Sorry, I really like that commercial. xD) Have a lovely Hump Day. Your Hump Day present is this chapter. Hope you enjoyed. xD

LoveShipper, but they'd already gotten to know each other. In fact, they knew each other pretty well. You know how Austin keeps saying "I know when you're lying"? It's because he knows Ally so well. And they already knew they couldn't stand each other. xD You have to remember that they've known each other for about eleven years now. I think it was eleven years. Somewhere around that number.

(This review was from Chapter One that I forgot to say something to) tigerab1997, my sister's stories? My sister doesn't write stories. xD

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