AN: Damn! Look at where we are! Chapter Lucky 13! Haha anyway thanks for all the reviews and follows and favourites last week:) I kinda love you guys! But on my side I've been having a slow week. I keep wanting to write but when I sit down to do it I just get nothing. And it doesn't help that I literally have 15 other ideas for other fanfics after this... Oh God! I did however fix the grammar and dropped hints about it being a Halloween party they were at, so at least that's done! But here's 13 and I really do like this one so I hope you do too:) Read, Review, and Enjoy!

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Parties & Mistakes

Chapter 13: Ally's POV

I stared at the imposing emerald front door of Austin's house, shifting from foot to foot. I'd been standing here for nearly 10 minutes, but could not work up the nerve to knock. My mind was buzzing, my feet were aching, and my body was tired. Every time I brought my hand up, I was overtaken by worries. What ifs and what's next.

I sighed. You can do this, Ally. Just knock on the door. I closed my eyes, steadying myself. This is so much easier said than done. So I stood there on the doormat, feeling about a foot tall.

The door snapped open. I jumped, coming face to face with Austin's mother.

"Oh!" Mimi exclaimed. "Ally, dear. How long have you been standing out here?"

"Not long at all," I said, clearing my throat. I halfheartedly smiled at her.

She placed her hand on my shoulder, turned around, and led me back into her house. "Austin hasn't had many visitors lately," she whispered. "Whatever this deal is with Kira, I'm not entirely sure. All I know is that Austin's been hesitant, I would say. It's good to see a friendly face even if yours is hesitant too."

I blinked. "You don't know what happened?"

She pursed her lips and looked away from me. "I knew that on the night Austin didn't return home until 6am, something had happened. I know now that somehow he cheated on Kira. I think he had sex with some girl while he was drunk, or at least that's what I've gathered. To say the least, it makes me upset. I know I didn't raise him this way and neither did his father. However, the abuse he's facing now doesn't seem to be warranted."

"No," I shook my head. "It's not really. Not really fair, no."

"But again, it's good to see you. I'm sorry, if whatever this is has made you look at my son differently."

I shifted and looked down at the ground. "Mrs. Moon, I- You know it was me right?"

"Pardon?" she said, raising her eyebrows.

"I don't know how to rephrase that. I just- I'm sorry."

She blinked and lines appeared on her forehead as she tried to comprehend. "You and Austin?" I nodded. "Ally, I never thought I'd be this disappointed in you."

"I- I don't know what to say to that."

"Nothing against you, or Austin, it's just..." she let out a huge sigh. "This is just something else."

"I know," I breathed. "God, do I know. Please, make whatever you want out of that, just please don't tell my parents."

She stared down at the ground and rubbed the back of her neck. A blonde strand of hair fell out of her ponytail. I scuffed my feet on the mat, clutching the papers closer to my chest. I shouldn't have said that. She didn't know! I should have just kept my mouth shut.

"Ally, I'm not going to tell your parents," she smiled at me. "But I really hope you do. I can only imagine what you must be feeling right now and I think you need someone to talk to who isn't directly involved in the situation."

I took a shaky breath. I could hear a News channel playing somewhere in their house and smell what must have been the remains of a Saturday brunch. I took comfort in those everyday things, it was quite a contrast to this conversation. Mimi stared at me earnestly. She wanted me to tell my parents, I knew that. But I didn't tell my mom things like this. I've never had a Gilmore Girls sort of relationship with her. She'd always been absorbed in her work. And I definitely wasn't telling my dad. This was way past the point of father-daughter stories.

"I told you," I shrugged. She closed her mouth and slumped her shoulders, all expectations gone. "Is there any way I could talk to Austin?" I laughed nervously.

She bobbed her head, her lips in a thin white line. "Yeah, he's upstairs." she quirked one edge of her lip into a smirk for a moment, before patting my shoulder. "If you don't want to talk to your parents, you can to me."

"Thanks," I smiled and stepped out of my flowered flats.

Mimi walked passed me, tension lines were drawn on her face. I turned on my heel and watched her saunter out the door. I gently closed it behind her and leaned against it. A sigh escaped my lips and I shut my eyes. Regret filled me over my decision. Why did I tell her again? Seemed like the thing to do apparently...

I opened my eyes, facing the wooden stairwell. I slipped off my cropped jean jacket and hung it on the bulbous stair rail. Looking down at my now bare feet, I began walking. I attempted to even my breathing as I quietly crept up the stairs.

The door to Austin's room was shut. Yet another door I needed to stand here and face. My bangs had fallen from behind my ear and onto my face, I blew them away in a huff and poised myself to knock. I swallowed.

"Austin?" I cleared my throat and gently rapped on the door.

There was muffled shuffling on the other side, the sounds of light guitar strumming stopped. The door opened and I looked up, meeting his eyes. A glint appeared in his dark brown orbs, my heart beat faster, and a slow smile made its way onto his lips.

"Ally," Austin whispered.

"Can I come in?" I asked, matching his hushed tone.

He stepped aside and walked back to his desk. He shuffled some of the papers, putting a textbook on top of them. I raised my eyebrows, but continued in and sat down on the edge of his bed, running my hands along my goose-bump covered legs.

"So," I sighed. "Would it be a bad thing if I kind of, sort of, told your mom it was me?"

Austin cocked his head and spun around to face me on his desk chair. "Uh? You?"

"As in, with this whole deal," I said, placing the papers on his bed and gesturing between us. "You know, with us."

"Oh," he said, recognition crossing his features. He laughed lightly and shook his head. "Well, I don't know if that's good or what."

I smirked. "She said she's very disappointed in me."

"Seriously? She said she was disappointed?" he chuckled. "She said the exact same thing to me."

"Mhmm, so I've heard," I said feeling the lull in our conversion. Or maybe that was just avoidance. I pinched the bridge of my nose. It's now or never. I glanced down at the sheet music I had left on his bed and scooped it up. Swallowing the rest of my fears, I got up. "Here," I thrust the sheet music into his hands. "Can you play the chords please? I would myself, but you don't own a piano."

He cocked his head. "You're singing me a song?"

"You sang me one," I shrugged.

He bobbed his head from left to right, seemingly weighing the options. "Fair enough."

My eyes scanned his fingers as he grabbed the guitar and got in place. He tentatively struck the first few notes, glancing up at me for approval. I nodded and he started over. I listened to the melodic strumming, waiting for my cue. I breathed in and sang.

"Do you still remember that day?

We lay there together, so differently,

I can picture us tangled up in skin,

But now I'm not sure where to begin.

I knew right from that moment, we had changed,

My mind was foggy, but rearranged,

And I don't know where to start,

And I don't know where to go,

But I'm lying here, wide awake,

Asking how did we end up this way?"

I blinked away the first drop of oncoming tears and moved into the chorus, that Trish had appraised. All the while my mind travelled. I couldn't help but think of what had started this. I couldn't help remembering exactly how I felt after all of this began.

A&A

I had a headache. My head was pounding and so was the music. The red outline of the digital numbers told me that it was nearly 2am. Not that the time provided any comfort, it almost made me feel worse.

Groggily, I sat up, clutching the yellow comforter to my chest. I ran a hand through my tangled bed head and closed my eyes, willing myself not to puke.

"What are you doing?" Austin asked. He was staring transfixed at the sparkling chandelier above us.

"I have to go," I said resting my head on knee.

"Are you really in a position to leave right now?" he asked in monotone.

I sighed and looked down at him. His eyes were dark and searching. He was lying on the disheveled bed, completely straight. Unmoved. Remorse surged through me and I ran my hands over my face. Shit. Shit, shit, shit.

He huffed. "If you leave now, it's not going to be good. Just as if I leave now, it won't be good." Austin shifted his eyes to mine then quickly looked away. He almost looked close to tears.

"I'm so sorry," I whispered.

"There's nothing to be sorry for."

I whipped my head around to look at him. When I met his eyes again they told a different story. My stomach churned as each moment passed, I'd never felt this way before. I didn't know if it was because I was drunk or because I'd had sex. Either way it was not helping this situation.

The first of many tears that I would shed over this, trickled down my cheeks. I sniffed and hastily wiped them away.

"Al," Austin whispered. "I mean it, don't be sorry. I'm sorry. You don't have to be."

"This isn't some solo blame action," I stated.

"I know," he breathed. "But it's 2am and nothing good comes out of 2am decisions. So don't be sorry."

I bit my lip, trying to think of anything other than this. I didn't want to have a full blown meltdown right here. But I couldn't stop trying to make sense of something, that had no sense. Letting out a shaky breath, I slowly lowered myself back down to the bed, my hair falling softly onto the pillow.

"Maybe this will all make sense in the morning," I mumbled feeling my eyes droop.

Austin nodded. "I hope."

A&A

My mind no longer had a fog to it. The influence we had been under wasn't affecting us anymore, and the memories were there. I remembered it all. But it still didn't make any sense to me.

"How did we end up this way?

Please, we can't end up this way..." I sang the last few words, as Austin lamely strummed the final chord.

I closed my eyes. My nose stung with a peppery feeling, I knew I was about to cry. What was it about all this that made me so emotional?

"Ally," Austin whispered. I heard his guitar being placed on the ground, and felt his weight beside me. "Ally, I-"

I opened my eyes and was greeted by his face mere inches from my own. The tears I'd been holding throughout the whole song, flooded out of me. They streamed down my cheeks as silent rivers.

"Ally," Austin enveloped me into his arms. He placed his hands lightly on my back, aimlessly rubbing up and down. I wrapped myself around him, my head resting on his chest. My shoulders shook with silent sobs. All that I could hear was the rhythmic beating of Austin's heart.

"Shh," Austin murmured, rocking slightly. "Shh, Ally, it's okay."

Austin moved his hand to the back of my head, tangling in my hair. Silently he placed a kiss on my temple. I breathed him in, trying to regain any form of composure, but all that remained were my sobs. I looked up at him, a small smile appeared on his lips. His hand moved from my hair and gently wiped away the fallen tears. I let my eyes flutter shut as his face drifted closer and felt his lips gently press against mine. I let go.

My mouth moved with Austin's and I fell back on top of him. Fire ignited in my heart, in my soul, in my stomach. His hand cupped my cheek as the other gently worked through my hair. Every breath was shared with him. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, my cheeks flushing red. My skin sparked with every touch. I never wanted to let him go.

My body inched closer and closer to his. I wanted to breathe in every scent, feel every inch of his skin. I never wanted to forget how I felt in this moment. It was like everything was on fire and I was fine just burning down with it.

Austin broke away from the kiss. I stared into his deep brown eyes, judging the fleeting emotions that were flying through them. They were on fire, much like my own. I saw every ounce of passion, regret, love, desire, sadness, joy, greed, lust - I saw it all. It was everything that was surging through my body and more, it was like looking in a mirror.

"Ally," Austin blinked, brushing a strand of hair out of my eyes. "God, I'm so sorry for everything."

"I'm sorry too, again," I whispered.

"Trust me, this isn't the end. This isn't how we're ending off."

"So what is this? The beginning?"

He shook his head slightly. "I don't know."

I closed my eyes and pushed myself away from his chest and into a seated position. I sighed. "What exactly are we?"

"I also don't know that," Austin said, popping up next to me.

We stared down at our hands, fidgeting. It seemed like a better place to look rather than each other.

"Austin, I hate this. I never thought I could hate something so much," I said abruptly. "I don't hate you, let me be clear about that. Far from hate actually, it's just everything that's happened I hate."

"I know how you feel," he muttered.

"I've never felt this bad before. I've never been this emotional before. I so much as think about this and I will cry at the drop of a hat. I don't do that. Apparently this is what our relationship is though! It's just a whole lot of me feeling sick, and sorry for myself, and crying."

"God I hope that's not all it is," he said. He looked over at me and grasped onto my hand. "It's not is it?"

"I don't know," I said. "I've never been through anything remotely like this so I have zero frame of reference."

Austin nodded and squeezed my hand lightly. He sighed, scratching the back of his neck. "I wish you didn't have to feel this way, Ally. Hell, if I'm wishing anything, I wish I wasn't so stupid with Kira."

"You weren-"

"6 months. God, what was I thinking? It was stationary, it looked good, I was content... But..." he paused, closing his eyes. "How lame would it be if I said, she wasn't you?"

I huffed out a laugh and stared down at the discarded guitar. "How-"

"What-"

We both paused and looked at each other. He smiled and kissed my hand. "Maybe our problem is how this all began."

"Yeah, that's certainly problematic."

"Do you think we ever would have gotten to a point where we could be together, if we hadn't gotten drunk and had sex at that party?" Austin asked.

"I'd like to think so," I whispered. "But we'll never know."

"So what if we start properly? That way you don't have to feel sick."

"What?"

"You know," he smirked and began gesturing wildly with his hands. "Girl meets boy, boy meets girl. Girl likes boy, boy likes girl. Girl asks out boy, boy asks out girl. Now girl and boy are girlfriend-boyfriend."

I laughed. "So you're going to ask me out?"

He shrugged and laughed with me. "You'll see."

AN: So I hope you all liked that! But I apologize for that song I wrote(or the slight part I wrote). I am not a songwriter like Ally Dawson so I hope that at least semi-lived up to it. Drop me a review!:)