Mestie/N:

Um, I just got a thousand views from uploading that chapter.

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Thank you so much! I don't even know what to say here, so I'm just awkwardly sitting in my bed.

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In Response to LuckyStarz910: HA! That's EXACTLY the reaction I wanted, and THANK YOU SO MUCH for reviewing, darling! I won't spoil too much for you, but Ethan, Mariel and Joey are gonna be a huge part of the story. Plus, there WILL BE Auslly soon! As said a few chapters ago, I don't want to rush this story but also not make it too slow, so I'm saving 'when it happens' later. ;) Also, thanks for telling me what you read was funny. Like seriously, I had no idea what I wrote was good, so I left it up to you, because I don't really edit (which is probably why you might see some errors). Austin pretty much will still kinda act like an egomaniac for a bit, but don't stress, he'll soften out. REMEMBER, AUSLLY, NO ETHAN + ALLY PAIRING. Ethan was only in one episode! Ah, you guys are so good to work with.

And, Mariel is sorta-kinda-really like me. Just sayin'.

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Chapter 6: A Typical Mistake

Mariel P.O.V

Gosh, taking care of the 11-year-olds in Cabin 7 was gross. Hey, it's called Stinky or Shit-Smelling Seven for a reason.

There's empty pizza boxes everywhere, socks hanging from the ceiling, cheese and pepperoni stuck to the walls, and a mattress scratched open, mice feeding on 'food' from the inside.

Ugh.

But at least I'm partnered up with Rosar, Keer, Starr and Joey for this 2:30 to 3:15 period. You see, sometimes the camp lets us have groups, meaning more than a pair, since the camp has really grown. Rosar and I are okay, by the means of dating my best friend Starr, but his magic tricks are always the best. He was the one who gave me my beloved cat Gryphin for my birthday show when we were twelve, after all.

"So," Joey slung his arm over my shoulder, his accent making the 'o' extend. "What's on the agenda today, Mai-Mai Mariel?"

I rolled my eyes, smiling up to him. We have to take the kids-"

"We're eleven!" Cabin Seven's eleven-year-olds interrupted behind us, making our group of five laugh.

"Same difference!" I yelled back. "To… wait for it…. THE RUN-MUD COURSE (1)!" I announced in my mock-host voice. My friends cheered, in the example of the 'audience' they put on T.V.

"Alrighty kids," Joey faced the kids, plastering a smile. "What you do is grab a partner-" every kid started going to their friends, girls with girls, guys with guys, one pair a guy and a girl, when Rosar started clicking his tongue. "No, guys. A girl-boy partnership. Line up and be picked by us, or pick yourselves."

The children groaned (except, you know, that girl and boy pair) and made their way to one another, slumping their shoulders, getting into a pair.

"See, was it that hard? Now, how about you guys hold hands while you're at it?" Starr asked.

Cabin Seven laughed, but Starr looked at them seriously. "But seriously girls and guys, do it."

The kids locked hands, with the occasional, "I hate you." And "Ew, do you need some hand sanitiser?" as we locked down some of the rules.

Keer began to speak.

"Alright kids! First, you have to run down this track until you see the HUGE mud pit. Swim through it –no cheating! We have some adults throwing in extra mud there as well, after all, it DID rain yesterday. Plus, I know how you just want to ditch your partner, am I correct?" 99% of the kids nodded. Wow, what a sad world we live in.

"Well, if you do decide to quit, you have to come back up the mountain, and do this by yourself, giving your partner a head start, while you head back. But if you quit holding your partner's hand for a few minutes, you both have to shove some mud and dust in each other's faces. Agreed?"

"Agreed." The kids mumbled sadly.

Our group smirked as Keer explained, because all of us had been coming so many years ago to do this activity, and it was horrible. The track was long and dusty, going different ways, uphill, downhill, left, right, whatever. My partner was, luckily, Joey, and when we first met, which was, and is, our anniversary.

…Which means our anniversary today is going to be spent looking after whiny kids. Anyhow, back then, I really hated Joey, wanting to get this over with. We ran down the path together, starting quietly, but as time went on in the race, we began laughing and joking around, as our hands kept losing each other. Luckily, we didn't get caught by the supervisors and had fun.

When we reached the mud pit, we literally jumped in and splashed everyone within a couple metres from us with mud, earning glares. After the mud, everyone had to do a course of monkeybars, going through 'pipes', marching up slippery stairs using a rope and climbing up walls and roped 'spider webs' using our bare hands. We ended with a flare, which caused the both of us to start crying. And yes, Joseph cried. I think even more than me!

But you know, time goes on, we met at school, started a band, things changed, and here we are!

We sent the kids off to a running start, giving them a reassuring smile as the entire group huffed and puffed down the track with their assigned partners.

Meanwhile, with Austin and Ally

Austin P.O.V.

The day for taking care of Cabin 2's eleven-year-olds was pretty cool, considering we got to canoe today. I had no idea Ally could be civil during work and canoeing, so I didn't even bother hiding the confusion from my face.

"I took canoeing when I was six with my dad. I forgot to ask you to come, remember?"

"Um, no?" I replied questioningly, eyebrows raised. I waited for an answer.

Going once…

Going twice…

But she just rolled her eyes and worked with the kids from Cabin 4 on how to use a paddle. Oh, I am SO thankful we didn't get Shit-Smelling Seven. Ugh, that cabin is gross, even if it has Ethan in it.

Once we finished the session, Penny, from her megaphones arranged around the camp, called us back to lunch in the cafeteria. Hmm, I felt so distracted today. Maybe it's the weather?

Maybe it was all the water from my ears?

Was it… Ally?

WAIT WHAT?

Fast forward to the 8:00 + party

Joey's P.O.V.

The all-time comers to PMMC would have always known that parties here were the BEST, especially ever since Mariel showed Starr to the place. Starr and I are okay, by the terms of dating my bro, but hey, she's my girlfriend's friend, so she seems good enough for a cheerleader.

When we came in (we were kinda late) Starr jumped on my friend with a hug – well, almost. Mariel parried and the poor cheerleader ended up on the floor. I don't really think that hurt, considering she looked pretty drunk and was giggling her ass off. "Cooommme and havvvppe a dddrriiinnkkkpp!" Starr slurred. I could smell the vodka on her, as Rosar carried her bridal style with a worried expression on his face to her designated cabin.

You see, the adults at the camp really didn't give a shit if we got drunk at this party at the start of the year, as long as you show up to the camp the moment your hangover ends, and they WILL check for your symptoms. We only get to have these parties 3 times a year, so we got lucky to have it so early. I told Ally about it, since she was knew to PMMC, and she grinned like a joker, running over to the alcohol table.

I looked at Mariel curiously, having a little conversation in our heads. Yep, we're crazy.

Mariel Joey

Drinks?

Yep, but how many?

Probably a small amount, like 8 shots.

Mariel raised her eyebrow.

EIGHT is a small amount to you?

Compared to what your friend Ally's drinking.

We took a look at that table, only to see she was having a drinking competition to…

Austin?

Wow.

For an all-timer, I thought he would never drink at this party, just like a few years back when he was sixteen, and we had like 10 parties between that time.

"I don't like vodka."

"I don't want to drink, only to have a hangover, dude."

"I'm feeling more in the nacho type."

"Too full, sorry Jo."

Hey, but now he's living it, to the shouts of, "CHUG, CHUG, CHUG!" from the crowd around himself and Ally, who were probably at their 13th shot of whatever.

You're right, let's just have four.

And, so, her little brunette head nodded as my nose-length girlfriend led me over to the table with a kiss on the cheek.

Mestie/N: Alright. :/ sorry guys for interrupting your story-reading, but I just want to WARN YOU, it does have some mild-ish sexy stuff in here, but not the proper sex yet, so, if you want to leave, go cover your eyes, and wait for me to say you can keep reading, in this BOLD text. I'm sorry about your disappointment.

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Ally P.O.V.

I swayed drunkenly to the dance floor of the- what was it called? Apitower? Awertorium? Auditorium. Whatever.

I walked over to a head of blonde hair and asked/slurred, "Danceeee wipth meee?"

"Suuurrree, pretty lady. I liiikkkee yooouuurr ffaace." I giggled dizzily, flattered.

And I took his hand in mine, dancing slowly to the upbeat music. I laid my head in the crook of his neck, but didn't take the courage boost from the drinks for granted. I nibbled on his ear, smearing some of my deep, pink lipstick on his cheek as he moaned. Heh, heh, moaned. What a fuuuunny word. I travelled my lips down and bit his neck softly, just enough for him to give way to another mumble. The Hot Guy put his hand on my waist carefully. I finally reached his collarbone, making him take my chin in his fingers, look me in the eyes and kiss me. His soft lips kissed mine forcefully, as if asking me loudly to respond back.

And that I did.

I moved my lips with a racing heart on his, cupping Hot Guy's face in his hands. He moved is through the crowd fast, near the entrance My teeth sunk into his bottom lip softly, creating a little mark on his lip, allowing myself entrance to his sweet mouth interior. Hot Guy's tongue tasted like maple syrup, as his danced playfully with mine, like a deep dip during tango.

No-One's P.O.V.

The two unknowingly made out with each other to Cabin 12.1's cabin door, ignoring all around them.

"Ally?" 'Hot Guy' asked as they broke away for a second. "What are we doing?"

"You tell me, honey." Ally interrupted him with another blistering hot kiss.

"No," The blonde said, pushing the brunette away softly. "This feels so wrong."

Ally pouted drunkenly. "But it feels soooo right, no? Oohh, come on, bad boy. We all know you waaanntph ssooome oof diss."

She points to herself, then 'Hot Guy', and kisses him full on the lips, some of which began trailing off his well-toned neck.

The girl suddenly looked up from her task and saw that the guy's eyes were closed, with the classic 'O' shape as they leant against the Cabin 12.1 door, breathing heavily. When 'Hot Guy' opened his eyes again, Ally found that his eyes were clouded with misty lust. Said girl smirked in success.

She then looked up from his eyes to his bruised lips from the kisses they shared.

Ally leaned in carefully. "Tell me to stop and I'll stop, Austin."

The blonde leaned in as well, staring at her beautiful, makeup-less face. So perfect.

He didn't even take notice that she knew who he was.

"Mmmmhm," he sighed, holding tightly onto the girl who was currently making out with his neck.

"Don't stop, Ally." He craned his neck, down to see that she had stopped abruptly.

"I don't want to fall for you, A-geek." She whispered gently with an edge, looking into his chocolate brown eyes.

"Guys like you are trouble. The perfect ones. And no-one will be there to catch me when I fall in."

"Perfect? Nowhere near it, but why me? Why not a jock, or a popular guy, or a model dud-mmm," Austin was given another drunk, sloppy, hot kiss, which he was trying to prevent. He stopped it again, out of breath with his heart beating fast.

"I thought you hated me?"

"I thought I would never see you again. I guess we were both wrong."

Austin let out a low, sexy groan, opening the door behind them with his left hand, eyes glued to Ally. "Your bed or mine, princess." He purred in her ear. Well then, his prevention of not getting in her pants has dissipated quickly. Damn, hasn't this escalated?

"Your bed, lovely." And Ally pushed him onto the bed with her falling upon him, giving a perfect make-out session opportunity as he bit her lip enthusiastically. Felling his erection beneath her, the petite brunette cocked an eyebrow mock-questioningly. "Excited, are we, Austy?"

When Ally said his childhood nickname, it turned Austin on even more than it even had before.

Ha, hormonal teenagers.

As he felt her soft, smooth arms, he pinned Ally to the bed, hair sprawled ot among the bed with a smirk placed lightly on her face.

"'Wanna bet, Alls?"

Well, that made the two of them.

Mestie/N: Okay, you can look now, innocent one.

The very next morning…

Ally P.O.V.

I cracked open my eyes with difficulty, observing the room. I yawned peacefully, looking at how well the bed on top was shading the- wait. I'm in the lower bunk?

Oh no, did someone puke in mine?

I swear to God. If they have, I would-

All my answers are answered when I stretch my arms to lightly touch the top mattress. The 'sheets' of clothing fell off of me, lightly touching the -OH MY GOD- person beside my presence.

And then I noticed there was not ONE piece of clothing upon my body.

My eyes widen at the thought of doing that with someone, and then not even remembering it.

Oh god.

DID I JUST GIVE MY VIRGINITY TO A COMPLETE STRANGER?

No, I told myself, using my head. It would have to be someone I know in my cabin. I can JUST see my bed over there.

Oh please don't tell me I did it with a girl (Mestie/N: Remember, I do not mean anything rude said to gay people in this story. Don't kill me, I have a machete). Or Joey. Mariel would kill me if I did. She gets taught by her dad practically once a year (he's a black belt), and can even take down her 24-year old sister (she's a black belt as well, Kirsten). That feisty, smart and tough girl could put Kirsten down ever since she was eight, and she didn't even need to actually TAKE karate like her sister and father once did when she was little. She told me she only got to take karate for a few weeks (apparently, she met Keer there), but, because it was so very expensive, she had to quit.

She never even got a belt.

Yeah, everyone's scared of her. Including me, this is rare.

Hoping to God it wasn't Mariel's boyfriend, I turned over slightly to see his –yeah, certainly not a girl, phew- light BLONDEHAIROHMYGOD.

HOLY FUCKITY FUCK.

WHAT THE-

BUT I-

I JUST…

FUCKED AUSTIN MOON.

AND GAVE HIM MY… V-CARD?

Why the hell does life hate me?

I then gathered up my courage, raising my chin, and started to look for my- ugh, discarded clothes.

Okay, my leggings are on the floor, I reach for them carefully, as to not wake up Austin from his beauty slumber.

My yellow bra is over there…. Conveniently, it's already near my bed, so I don't get up. I squint around the room again.

My sweater… is under my naked butt. I toss it from under me softly, going directly onto my bed, giving myself an internal hi-five.

Wait, where is my- underwear. Austin's clutching my red, lacy underwear in his hands.

Goddamn, he sleeps like an angel.

I peer over his face. He looks so peaceful. He's even smiling! Good thing he doesn't snore like I do.

Ugh.

Then I focus my eyes onto the big picture, rolling my eyes.

Jerk, I thought, stealing my V-card AND my underwear. Who does this guy think he is?!

I sigh. I'm being nice, as I get up carefully, and get into my towel, as I feel dirty from the night. I hope I can still wash him off me. Sheesh, world, wasn't the hangover enough? I plan to cover my bloodshot eyes with contacts in the bathroom, as I notice a large bruise on my neck.

Hmm, where the hell did that come from? I think sarcastically, but at the same time I fill with worry.

I believe it was called a hickey.

Oh come on! Austin gave me my first (*I mumble the word quietly*), my first real make-out session from what I remember from last night, and now my first HICKEY TOO?!

I shook my head dejectedly as I rinsed myself of Austin germs.

Or what we kids called in kindergarten, cooties.

Oh, gosh, what a fucking night.

Literally, I joke with myself as I place conditioner into my dark, brown locks.

Yeah, I'm not good with jokes.

Austin P.O.V.

Why does everything look so dark? I peer from where I am at, and see I am at the bottom bunk tonight. I shake it off, maybe I decided to switch beds for a reason.

WAIT, WHY AM I NAKED?

Ah, I usually sleep naked, but I don't understand why I forgot my blanket, but I give myself an excuse of my tiredness of the party, so I put my clothes on, since everyone else in my cabin was sleeping, and make my way out of the cabin silently, hoping for a little morning swim in the other camp lake WITHOUT the leeches, Clenswather Lakers.

No-One's P.O.V

Mariel smirked as she woke up, inspecting the beds, knowing Ally enough to actually know she was such a neat freak and would NEVER leave her clothes lying around.

Nevertheless in Austins' bunk, the Asian-American brunette thought slyly.

Mestie/N: Lol, I laughed so much in this chapter, cause for one thing, I haven't kissed someone yet (#foreveralonewithBenandJerrys) and I didn't know how to write it, so that would explain the awkwardness. But, in later chapters, it will be kinda hard to write the you-know-what, since I've never don't THAT before, either. Hope you enjoyed this, and I'm TRULY sorry if it didn't meet expectations.

(1) this is a real thing that I had to do last year for camp. :P

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