AN: Here we go again….
"Hey, this is Ally, and you've reached my voicemail. I'm sorry for not answering your phone, and I'll call you back as soon as you can! Bye!"
Austin groaned as he threw his phone angrily. He was bored – and a bored Austin was never good. Dez had left the house to go to his Science Club to meet his new science buds, ad had offered Austin to come with him, but Austin hated anything to do with school, so he had turned down the offer. How he wished he hadn't! He was so bored. There was nobody inside the house except for him – and Ally wasn't picking up her cell-phone too.
He slouched on the couch, looking down at his phone – waiting for a reply or news. He wasn't in the mood for updating status right now.
Suddenly his phone rang – Austin hurried up answering it. "Hello! This is Austin!"
"It's Jimmy Austin."
"Oh hey, Jimmy," Austin replied casually. "Whattup?"
"Don't whattup me," Jimmy growled. "How is it going?"
Austin winced at he remembered some of the events. "It was only 3 days – I still have 11 more days including this one to convince Ally – so far, it's going pretty great." Yesterday he was too caught up with cheering up Ally, he didn't even try to flirt or convince her. Probably not a very good start – but there was something about the girl that made him upset.
"Well, the Boss is getting angry." Jimmy stated sourly. "He talked with me on phone yesterday – again, disguising his voice with this chipmunk voice that – god, made me really really dizzy right now – and he said he wanted it fast. He was going to cut the process to 10 days."
"That means I only have 7 days left!" Austin groaned. "That's not really enough time to convince her."
"Well, yes – so you better convince the girl quick, Austin. He said that he had gotten some critics and questions about how you're disappearing and didn't show up on TV for this last 3 days when you're usually on every channel everyday – and he said that the Austin fanbase is already planning for a demo on you- and they threatened to tell the police and the FBI to search for you!"
"Woww," Austin said in amazement. "It's just 3 days – did they miss me so much? I update my status every 5 minutes – and they still want me to go out there?"
"Yeah! So you better get that song quick or else!"
Austin played with the nape of his neck, chuckling nervously. "Is that a threat?" he squeaked. Nobody across answered, instead the line went dead. "Wow, that is definitely a threat," he mumbled as he quickly pulled on his jacket and search for his car keys. He was definitely going to head over to Sonic Boom today.
Ally wasn't expecting a friend coming by to her store that day.
Weekends on the store were strangely always slow, and it wasn't as busy as the weekdays. The mall was crowded, like usual, but the store was slow. Ally guessed they probably would be going out with their family or friends to the mall just to hangout and be together.
Her dad was also in the store too, smiling cheerfully as always. He probably had seen Ally being bored because suddenly he offered to watch the store, and Ally can get an hour break for now. "Hey, honey, why don't you take your break now? I'll watch the store."
Ally nodded obediently, and hurried up running up the stairs to her practice room.
Ally was already out of sight when the blondheaded boy came straight into the store, waving. "Hey-" he was just about to call for her name, when he saw that she wasn't there. "Uuh… where's Ally?" he asked to Mr. Dawson. "You're Ally's dad, right, sir…?"
"Yeah, and you're Austin Moon!" Mr. Dawson said in surprise. "Jimmy's superstar, am I right? He was my friend at college. How is he? And what are you doing here?"
"Jimmy's great," Austin replied politely. "And I came here to find Ally."
"You're friends with my daughter?" Mr. Dawson asked again. "Why didn't she tell me about it? Well, she's upstairs, in the practice room- you know where it is?"
"Yeah, thanks, Mr. D!" Austin yelled as he ran up the stairs towards the practice room.
Hey, I think you got my number,
When I was out with my brother,
You said 'hi' and I think I like you,
Oh we talk about, maybe get together
A rain check on the weather,
Cloudy skies,
And I had to get home oh, those eyes
I thought you really nice guy,
I thought you were just my type, but
I forgot your name!
Ally stopped as she hit the last note. It was a catchy tune, but it wasn't finished yet, and she felt like it was missing something. She repeated the half-finished song again, hoping to find something she could use to finish the song – perhaps new tunes, or lyrics. But her brain was blank, and she couldn't find an idea to finsih the song.
Suddenly she heard a clapping sound from behind her. Ally turned, surprised. "Austin!" Ally got up, red. "You heard that?"
Austin nodded, and Ally groaned again. "This is the second time you heard me singing and playing, huh?" Austin shrugged casually. "I was just fooling around, you know…"
"That was really good!" Austin praised, and Ally couldn't help but blush. "But why is it so short?"
"I haven't finished it yet," Ally answered sadly. "I don't have any ideas to continue the song – sometimes it's really hard finding the right words for it," Ally said. And suddenly she hesitated. What if Austin can help her find words for the song? Then she remembered Trish's warning, better be careful. Well, he did asked her to be his songwriter a few days ago, and she said 'no'. What if Austin asked again?
Austin must've seen her hesitation, because he asked, "what's wrong?"
He's your friend, Ally thought to herself, and she gained confidence again. "Uuh, would you mind doing me a favor?"
"Sure," Austin nodded eagerly.
"Would you mind doing this song with me?" Ally asked quietly. Austin's face lit up at once, and he nodded. Ally smiled, and pulled him to the piano before sitting beside him. Their knees pressed together, because the bench wasn't that long, and their shoulders' touch, but Ally couldn't care less.
Austin watched as Ally repeated the unfinished song beside him, and absentmindedly smiled at himself. She trust me, Austin thought to himself. She asked me to help her finish this song, and if this is my lucky day, she probably would give me this song to me after. But I doubted that.
"How was it? What does it need?" Ally stopped and looked at Austin.
"Uuuh… well, why did the person forget the name?" Austin said, asking random questions that popped in his head. Ally didn't answer, probably couldn't. "Well, maybe the person is forgetful, and pretty dumb. Like me!" he suddenly said. "I mean, I'm forgetful, and I'm pretty dumb too, at some stuff like calculus and algebra."
"So I should write 'coz I'm a boy?" Ally asked again, hitting another note, and it sounded perfect with the lyrics.
"Not all the boys are dumb and forgetful – my uncle is a professor and has a photographic memory," Austin defended. "You should write 'coz I'm a blonde – because I am a blonde," Austin asked.
"That's pretty offensive," Ally commented.
"Well, lots of people think I'm dumb and silly – like you," he teased and the brunette punched his arm jokingly. "But because of that, I like to make it I look like I am, even though maybe I'm not."
"That's true, you really showed your actual side to me yesterday," Ally commented again. "Hey, I got it!"
"How about….," Ally's voice filled the room again, beautiful like always.
I'm a blonde, so excuse me…
I'm a blonde, I get crazy
And everybody knows we're a little more fun,
I like to play it up like I'm dumb, d-dumb, dumb, dumb
Dumb, dumb, dumb
Cuz I'm a blonde
Austin started singing too,
Hey I'm not a college grad yet,
There are some books I haven't read yet
But I could quote, a little bit of Shakespear in my sleep but
There have been some times when
I've clearly forgotten, how to spell words like
R-E-E-D-I-N-G
Me, me and myself and I try really hard to get by
With simple little things!
Ally started to sing with him, together they sang the chorus as a duet, filling the room with color and happiness
I'm a blond
So excuse me
I'm a blond, I get crazy
And everybody knows we're a little more fun,
I like to play it up like I'm dumb, d-dumb, dumb, dumb
Dumb Dumb Dumb
Cuz I'm a blonde
Oh oh oh oh
I-I'm a blonde
Oh oh oh oh
Coz I'm a blonde
Austin tapped his feet, and started to sing again,
Maybe if I cared enough to dye my hair
Then you'd take me serious
Maybe I could try to change up their minds so they'd take me serious, ("Oh oh oh oh")
So they don't
Everybody knows that I'm not ("dumb dumb dumb dumb")
Then both of them sang together again, both of them totally lost in their own little world now, with just them and the piano in front of them, and the music. Just them and their passion. Austin stared at Ally, his eyes practically grinning to Ally as both of them sang the chorus again together, and Ally's soft eyes seemed to smile back.
I'm a blond
So excuse me
I'm a blond, I get crazy
And everybody knows we're a little more fun,
I like to play it up like I'm dumb, d-dumb, dumb, dumb
Dumb Dumb Dumb
Cuz I'm a blonde
Oh oh oh oh
I-I'm a blonde
Oh oh oh oh
Coz I'm a blonde
Ally hit the last note again, and smiled before gushing at Austin – "wow, that was really cool, Austin!" Ally gushed. "I didn't know you can make such great lyrics," Ally said in amazement, as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"I didn't know I can too," Austin admitted. "But it's your song, and you wrote those lyrics too. I just – go with the flow."
"Well that was really great!" Ally said again. She can imagined him singing it in front of the crowds, but shook her head at once.
"Yep!" Austin agreed.
Then suddenly Mr. Dawson's head appeared behind the door. "Hey, Ally – I wanna close the store for lunch, you're going to stay or you're going to head out for lunch too? If you're heading out, I'm going to close the store, but if you're staying, I won't."
"We're going to head out actually, Mr. Dawson," Austin cutted in, and Mr. Dawson nodded in approvement. Ally looked up at Austin confused. "I'm going to buy you lunch – we'll have lunch together. How about that?"
"Sure," Ally nodded her head. Trish never did invite her to lunch together, and if she did, Ally always ended up paying for both their meals, so this was a first for her. "I know this really great place that sells great sandwiches and pancakes, and we'll eat near the fountains," Ally suggested. She watched as his face lit up, and she giggled. "You like the sandwiches or pancakes?"
"Pancakes," he said instantly. "C'mon, what are we waiting for?! The last one is a rotten egg!"
"You're ordering pickles sandwiches, and pancakes with pickles?" Austin mocked as he stared at both Ally's plates – pancakes with pickles, and sandwiches with pickles. "Woww."
"And you're ordering 4 stacks of pancakes with ice-cream – you sure about that? Isn't that too much for lunch?" Ally defended. Austin stuck out his tongue and shrugged. "The girl likes pickles. You got a problem with it?"
"Well I like pancakes, so we're both even," Austin said before gobbling up his pancakes at once. Ally laughed of his foolishness, and he grinned a bit, with a mouthful of pancakes inside his mouth. Suddenly Ally's phone (which was beside her plates) vibrated, and Ally quickly checked out her phone. It was an unknown number:
Hey, Als. This is Dallas. You're eating pancakes with pickles seriously?
Ally looked around, confused. Who told him his number, and where is he? A brunette boy waved at her, and she smiled softly. Dallas was standing in front of his cellphone accessory cart with bunch of his friends – he worked there, she remembered. Ally quickly replied back:
Hmm… maybe.
"Who are you texting to?" Austin asked, frowning.
Ally shrugged, putting down her phone. "Just Dallas." Austin frowned again – wondering how on earth did the boy got Ally's number. "He worked down there at the cellphone accessory cart," she pointed to the cart, but Dallas wasn't with his friends now. His friends were still around the cart, but Dallas was nowhere to be seen. "Where is he?"
"Looking for me?"
Ally turned and waved shyly. "Hey, Dallas."
"Hi, Dallas!" Austin greeted Dallas overcheerfully. Dallas nodded his head to Austin.
"Hey, why didn't you come yesterday to the movies?" Dallas asked.
"Ask your ex-girlfriend," Austin butted in rather rudely, but he couldn't care less, remembering how awful had the girl and her friends treated innocent Ally. "Maybe she'll tell you."
"That was really mean of her." Austin looked at Ally, and rolled his eyes. There it is again. That dreamy expressions. "Well, I'm really sorry. Maybe you want to make up for yesterday today?" Dallas offered, and Ally tilted her head confused. Austin on the other hand, already knew where this is going. "You know… to the movies?"
"Really?" she squeaked shyly.
"CAN I COME?" Austin blurted out loud. Dallas looked at Austin, and then to Ally – but Ally just nodded her head. "Ally says I can. Please?" Austin wasn't going to let the girl be alone with Dallas, even if they're going out to the movies.
"Sure," Dallas answered bitterly. Austin fake-grinned. He knew Dallas was upset. "Well, bye," Dallas awkwardly waved, and walked towards the cart, leaving them behind in silence. Then Ally's phone vibrated again: Today at 5 p.m? Meet me at the movies. – D
Dallas was already waiting for them (or rather her) inside the movies, holding 2 cups of drinks and 2 cups of popcorns. "Hey, Ally, Austin," he gritted the last part nicely, and Austin waved a bit, smirking. "Here, Ally, I got you your drink and popcorns, and your ticket is safe with me, too."
"Thanks," Ally said. "But how about Austin?"
"It's okay, Ally," Austin waved her off, even though inside, he was already boiling. Good thing he remembered to take his money, he knew this was going to happen sooner or later. "I can buy my ticket myself. I'll meet you inside, okay?" Ally nodded, and followed Dallas towards their movie. Austin rushed to the counter, and paid for his own ticket without counting. The cashier yelled for his name, but Austin didn't hear it. He paid for a drink and popcorns, and half-ran to the movie. The seat beside Ally was empty, and Austin flopped down just in time.
"Hey, Austin," Ally smiled. Austin smiled back.
The movie started. Austin noticed Dallas move closer to Ally, and Austin blurted out, "what's the movie called?"
"Frozen," Ally leaned towards Austin to whisper the name of the movie. "A musical, I think." Dallas sat back on his seat, irritated. Austin nodded, and offered her his popcorn, even though Ally already had her own. Ally took some politely.
It was a great movie, but Austin didn't really watch it, he was looking at Dallas the whole time. Dallas didn't try to do anything with Ally after that, but things gone worse when it started to sing the third song on the movie:
"Love is an open dooooorrrr…." Ally sang along, and Dallas leaned closer.
Austin's brain gone blank, and without thinking spilled his drinks on Dallas. Ally screamed, and looked up at Dallas worriedly, then Austin. "AUSTIN!" Ally got up, angrily. "Why did you do that to Dallas?"
"He was trying to kiss you!" Austin protested.
"I was trying to see the movie more closely!" Dallas lied – he wasn't a very good actor. "It wasn't any of your business anyway!"
"Well that's not what I saw!" Austin said.
"AUSTIN STOP!" Ally cried. Austin stopped, and looked down at Ally, who's eyes were glassy, and she looked mad at Austin. He suddenly realized how much Ally liked Dallas, and how he had ruined her 'so-called' date with him. He had just been trusted for a day now, and now he had ruined it. "PLEASE, JUST GO."
"Ally-" Austin tried to grab Ally's hand, but she pulled from his grasp.
"You're still like what I used to think," Ally whispered before running towards the exit.
AN: Okay, the movie part is really lame, but I don't really know how to make fights. I left you hanging there didn't I? Sorry for updating really really late, but I'm just superbusy this week, and last week, I was Nyepi. By the way, the song was Blonde by Bridgit Mendler. I am a really big fan of her, and the song matches Austin perfectly too! I meant no offense to anybody who's blonde, and the song was right. The song told us that you can't judge us by the outside – whether we have black or brown or blond hair – everybody is the same. I mean, look at me, I have black hair, and I am pretty silly and acted forgetful sometimes at school or at home. I am also pretty awkward too! Ooooh… and I wanna give congrats to Ross for winning KCA! I got late watching the livestream, but I know he won, and I was like yelling excitedly. Hope he and his band R5 win the Ardy too this month – don't forget to vote!
Disclaimer: We own the night, but I don't own Austin & Ally!