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"And then he said that I was the most bossy, mean and dominating girl he had ever met! CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT!" Trish shouted as she harshly brushed out the waves in my hair. Her and Dez had just had a huge fight because he wanted to eat at a chinese restaurant, while she wanted to go to an Indian one. I was going on my third date in about 45 minutes and unfortunately, Trish decided to take out her anger on my hair. My poor hair.
"Trish, can you please be a little gentler?" I pleaded as she yanked and pulled at my brunette waves with the brush. She sighed and rolled her eyes in frustration.
"Ally! You know when I'm mad at Dez I have to take out my anger on something! How can you be so selfish?" She snapped dramatically and I rolled my eyes. I'm being selfish? "I mean, I'm practically having a break down!" She continued loudly and held a hand to her head as if she was going to faint. Typical Trish. So over dramatic.
"Fine, you can take out your anger on my hair, but you have to hurry," I sighed in defeat while Trish smirked. I have got to stop being such a pushover! After a few more minutes of agony and immense pain, she had finally finished brushing and curling my hair. My head felt so sore! Man, I hate it when Trish is angry. I hate it so much.
"Okay Ally, it's time to get you dressed up!" She exclaimed excitedly and skipped over to the wardrobe while I watched in horror. The thing about Trish is, after she's got all her anger out, she puts the rest of her time into dressing me up in all sorts of different outfits and hairstyles. So in other words, I became her baby doll for a night. I didn't mind though because it made her feel better, and at least she wasn't angry.
"Alright Trish, just please don't go overboard, do you remember what happened last week?" I asked and cringed at the memory. Last week, after Trish and Dez's weekly fight, she came home and dressed me up as some type of clown. It made her laugh but I'm sure I almost died! The clown nose was cutting of my air supply! No joke.
"But Ally, you made a cute clown!" She laughed and pulled out an outfit from the wardbrobe. No I didn't, I made an embarrassing clown. "Now put this dress on, I'll dress you up as something embarrassing when you get back from your date," She smiled and tossed my a light pink dress, which landed shamefully on top of my head. You see I've never had much hand eye coordination. Actually I've never had any. I blamed my gym teachers.
"Thanks Trish," I replied with a small smile while slowly pulling the dress off my head. That was another thing about Trish, she may seem tough, but she would never let me be embarrassed in front of my crush- I mean friend. I'm so not crushing on Austin. Really!
"Oh come on Ally who are you trying to kid? You obviously like like Austin! And you've got to get rid of your thinking out loud habit," Trish exclaimed while pulling out some shoes from the wardrobe. I smiled and quickly began to put on the dress, it clung to my upper body and stopped at my waist where there was a thin black bow. The rest of it puffed out slightly and stopped at my knee. Trish paired it with a black leather jacket and put a thin black headband in my hair. She never lets me pick my clothes for dates because apparently, I'm awful at choosing outfits. Can you believe that! Just because this one time I wanted to wear my Chuck Taylors with my dress. What is wrong with Chuck Taylors!?
But today was different- she let me pick my shoes! I didn't know what was happening, maybe Trish was sick? I quickly ran over to my wardrobe and pulled out the highest heels I could find. If you told me I would be doing this a few days ago, I would have called you crazy, but I so badly wanted an excuse to wear Austin's flip flops again! I quickly handed Trish the shoes to see if she approved.
"Ha! That's proof your crushing on Austin, you hate wearing high shoes so why would you choose to wear extremely high shoes tonight?" She shouted and pointed at me accusingly. Nope, she wasn't sick. This was just an evil Trish trick. I was about to deny it, before she cut me off. "Your just looking for an excuse to wear his flip flops again." Was I that obvious?
"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat? That is so not true, can't a girl wear very high heels without being accused of just wanting to wear her crush's- I mean friend's flip flops? I am disappointed Trish, you should be ashamed of yourself for even thinking such a thing," I replied awkwardly while trying and failing to put on my heels. Darn it, why can't I multi-task? Trish rolled her eyes in frustration and placed her hands on her hips. Her expression obviously read 'I know your lying' but I chose to ignore it. "Well, see you later Trish!" I dashed out of the room quickly before I could embarrass myself even more with my awful lying skills.
"See you later Ally, and your date tonight is called Douglas!" She shouted quickly. "And remember to give me all the details when you get back!" I chuckled lightly and waved at her quickly before continuing my walk to the restaurant. Hopefully the heels wouldn't cause my feet too much damage on the way there.
20 minutes passed and I was still walking to the restaurant, maybe the 7 inch heels weren't such a good idea. This was all Austin's fault, why did he have to be so extremely cute? Why did he have to give me his extremely cute flip flops? Why did he have to- oh stop it Ally. All this agony is completely your fault. Come on, only a few more minutes of walking-
My thoughts were interrupted by my head crashing clumsily into the door of the restaurant. Okay, maybe I was a little closer than I thought. Stupid doors, why are they all so hard, and wooden? Well I suppose not all of them are wooden, some are plastic or metal or-
"Are you okay Ally?" An amused voice said from in front of me. I looked up and came face to face with Austin in his usual waiter uniform, I could tell he was trying very hard not to laugh. I rolled my eyes and felt my face flush in embarrassment.
"I'm glad you find my pain so amusing," I replied playfully and gently pushed past him to enter the restaurant. He smiled and followed closely behind. "And to answer your question, no I'm not fine."
"I'm sorry for laughing Ally," He apologized even though he didn't sound the least bit sorry. I turned around and saw that he was looking at me with the cutest and most adorable puppy dog face ever. "Can you forgive me?"
"Yes!" I answered immediately, his puppy dog face was even cuter than mine! "You know I wasn't actually mad at you."
"I know, I just wanted to check if you would fall for my puppy dog face, and you did!" He smirked with a quick shrug. Oh man, why was I so gullible? "I knew you would."
"What is that supposed to mean?" I smiled and placed my hands on my hips to try and look slightly annoyed. Austin took a step closer to me and crossed his arms, he still towered over me, even in my heels. Darn it, why was he so tall?
"Why am I so tall? Why are you so small?" He asked with a small chuckle. I've gotta stop thinking out loud! Okay I might be a bit of a shy pushover, but when people call me small, I get highly offended. Even if it was a really nice and extremely handsome guy like Austin.
"I'm not that small!" I replied defensively while crossing my arms. "I don't like it when people call me small, it makes me feel weak for some reason. And I'd rather be incredibly small, than I complete giant!" I ranted on and finished with a pathetic poke to his hard chest. Wow, his chest it rock hard. He's sooooo strong- no snap out of it Ally!
"You're so cute when you get all mad," Austin laughed and shook his head at my failed attempt to seem angry. Okay so maybe my rant wasn't as affective as I thought. I blushed slightly but still didn't break our eye contact. I wasn't backing down this time. I was going to prove that Ally Dawson doesn't get all flustered everytime my eyes lock with his kind, handsome and completely hypnotizing hazel ones. I would not crumble! "So, you think my eyes are kind, handsome and completely hypnotizing?" He asked cockily while taking a step closer to me. I might as well give up, my thinking out loud habit was here to stay, unfortunately.
"I-I erm yes, y-yes I do," I stuttered anxiously and felt my face getting redder. Come on Ally, don't get nervous! He took another step towards me and I suddenly realized how close we were. It was obvious he knew I was trying to stay strong, so he was doing everything he could to make me tear my eyes away from his. Judging from how I was acting, Austin was winning this silent game. Darn, why did he have to be so good at making me nervous?
"You know Ally, I happen to think your eyes are beautiful," He replied softly and smiled warmly at me, I felt my knees buckle and I couldn't help but smile back at him. My cheeks were burning and my face was probably resembling a tomato at that moment. I quickly tore my eyes away from his gaze and focused on the insanely high heels I had somehow forgotten about.
"R-R-Really?" I replied nervously. Stop stuttering Dawson!
"Really," Austin repeated with a small smile. His eyes glanced down to his feet for a split second and I'm sure I saw a hint on nervousness in his eyes. Wait a minute, that can't be right? Austin, nervous, because of me? I must be imagining things. "And I totally won our little staring competition," He whispered slyly while taking a small step back from me. Yep, I was totally imagining things.
"Hey, you only won because you made me get all flustered like you always do, it's so not fair," I replied stubbornly with a small pout. He laughed lightly and turned a page on his notepad.
"What can I say? It's a gift," He grinned cheekily, we said a quick goodbye before he casually walked over to one of the tables. I smiled and began walking towards the other restaurant tables. Okay, how was I going to find this Douglas guy? Think Ally, If I was called Douglas where would I be? Suddenly a loud, repeated sneezing noise interrupted my thoughts. I turned slowly towards the noise and realized it was coming from the table behind me.
There was a ginger, curly haired teenage boy sitting there sneezing and coughing like crazy, without covering his mouth I might add, this was an outrage! I mean what was so hard about covering your mouth while coughing and sneezing? It was one of the most simple things ever, so I still never understood why people decided not to do it! I don't know why but it drove me crazy! Like when people say 'libary' instead of library, that really bugged me too! Now you might think I have some obsessive problems, but I'm perfectly normal. Really!
As I continued to stare at him in horror, my eyes wandered to his clothes. I noticed he was wearing a dirty bowling uniform with a small white name tag on it which read Douglas. Wait a minute. That unhygienic sneezing machine was my blind date!? Had Trish purposely set me up on awful dates or am I just seriously unlucky?
I hesitantly walked over to him and smiled slightly as I sat down, he looked up at me and smiled widely with all his teeth showing- well all the teeth he had. He only had about five left, I wonder how he eats? Poor guy. I held out my hand to him anxiously and tried my hardest to look away from his teeth. I mean does he even brush them? No Ally! Stop focusing on his teeth!
He reached out to take my hand but before he could shake it, he let out a strong sneeze which let out spit and snot all over my hand. UUH! Come on Ally stay calm, you must remain calm even though there are probably a thousand germs running loose on your arm right now- No Ally, don't think about it! Just keep calm.
"S-s-sorry, I g-get sick when I'm n-n-n-n-nervous," He replied quickly. I bit my tongue to stop myself laughing at his unexpectedly squeaky voice. It was so high! Maybe it had something to do with his tooth loss problem...
"You do? That's probably not a good thing," I said while slowly moving away from him in my seat. The last thing I wanted was to be covered in snot and vomit! Ugh, I hate the smell of vomit, it reminds me of this one time when I accidentally fell into my neighbor's garbage can. I was only four years old! Since that day, I have never liked garbage cans. When I walk past them I feel like they're watching me with their little, evil invisible eyes, waiting for the next time I'm going to accidentally fall in one-
"Y-y-yeah, w-when I g-go on dates, I g-g-get so nervous that sometimes I t-throw up," He squeaked nervously while wiping his snotty nose with the back of his sleeve. I grimaced slightly at the action but tried to ignore it. But seriously, what kind of boy would tell his date that he has a nasty habit of throwing up on dates? Oh yeah, a stupid one. I had moved back so much that I was practically at the edge of my seat now, who knew when this guy would decide to throw up all over me?
I hope vomit washes out easily!
"Hey guys, I'm Austin and I'll be your waiter for the evening, can I take your orders please?" Austin's calm voice suddenly snapped me out of my vomit filled thoughts. I sighed in relief at his normal, manly voice, Douglas' voice was just down right creepy.
"I-I'll h-have the p-p-pepperoni pizza and the p-pickled onion pie, with some p-poached p-pecan pie for d-dessert," Douglas squeaked nervously. It was at that moment that I realized that douglas had some type of problem pronouncing his P's. So as he ordered his meal, everytime he said a word beginning with P a load of slimy spit was sprayed all over both me and Austin. We both shuddered in disgust and wiped it away from our faces.
"And for you Ally?" Austin asked quickly while wiping some more spit from his face. Awww, he's even cute when he's covered in gross spit! Ally, stop fantasising! Your on a date, unfortunately. "Ally?" He chuckled as he repeated my name. Oops, hope I wasn't staring.
"I'll have the roast chicken please," I smiled and gently placed the menu back down on the table. His grin widened as we both remembered the events with Cameron from the previous day.
"Coming right up," He replied softly while shooting me a quick smile before turning and casually walking back to the kitchen. Man, he's so cute! Okay, so maybe I do have a tiny crush on Austin, but I wasn't making it obvious or anything! Was I? Pfff, of course I wasn't, If anyone can keep a secret, good old Dawson can! I don't even know how Trish guessed.
For the next few minutes, me and Douglas talked about loads of weird stuff. He brought up so many awkward topics, like dental hygene and how to get rid of rashes in hard to reach places. I can't believe I'm saying it, but I'd rather be listening to Elliot waffling on about cats and cheese at that moment. Hard to believe, I know. Hopefully the conversation topics would change soon?
The conversation topics didn't change soon. Now we were talking about what creams and medicines to buy if you can't get rid of the rashes in hard to reach places. This was awful! When was he gonna throw up on me so I could go home!
"Here are your orders guys," Austin's voice interrupted my once again vomit filled thoughts as he walked over to out table. "For you sir," He said and quickly gave Douglas his long and insanely complicated order. "And for the lovely lady in the extremely high heels," He finished while placing my roast chicken dinner in front of me and giving me a flirty wink. I felt my cheeks flush red and instantly felt a wave of nervousness wash over me as he turned to walk away.
Okay, you know what I said about having a tiny crush on Austin? I was totally bluffing, I am majorly crushing on him, what's the point in denying it? Man it felt good to admit that!
Just before Austin left the table, Douglas began coughing and sneezing like crazy, his nose was running and his eyes where watering. He was breathing in and out very loud and dramatically, while clutching his chest and wiping the snot from his nose. I looked at him worriedly, what was happening to this guy?
"Erm, are you okay?" I asked hesitantly then mentally face palmed myself. Why did you just ask that Ally, of course he's not okay, he's almost having a flipping heart attack!
"No, I-I-I JUST REMEMBERED I'M A-A-ALERGIC TO-" Douglas began but was cut off by a load of vomit spewing out of his mouth onto the dinner table. My eyes widened in shock and tried not to gag. I take back what I said about not minding him vomiting on me earlier. I take it back. I TAKE IT BACK!
"Come on dude let's get you to the bathroom!" Austin exclaimed quickly while trying to get Douglas out of his seat. The curly haired boy began to stand up when a surprise load of vomit came rocketing out of his mouth- and straight onto my dress. Why me.
"S-Sorry, I'm allergic to p-pecan p-p-pie," Douglas muttered quickly while unknowingly spraying spit all over my face. I cringed and wiped it away as Austin lead him to the bathroom. The taller blonde sent me a sympathetic glance and mouthed a quick 'be right back' before leaving the room. I smiled slightly then remembered my dress was covered in vomit.
Well, date number 3 was a complete disaster. No surprise there. I blamed Trish.
"Is he gonna be okay?" I asked Austin as he walked back into the restaurant. He had just taken Douglas to his parents who happened to be eating at another restaurant close by. What a weird coincidence.
"Yeah he's gonna be fine, it turns out that pecans only make his cheeks swell, it was his nervous problem that made him go crazy," Austin chuckled while taking a seat across from me. "His parents always stay near him so they can stop his hyperventilating getting serious any time he gets really nervous." I sighed in relief.
"That's good, I mean he was really awkward and unhygienic, but I didn't want him getting hurt or anything. Even if he did throw up on me," I replied slowly and glanced down at the vomit I had failed to wipe off with a random table cloth. Austin noticed it too and gave me a sympathetic smile.
"You really aren't the luckiest person are you Ally?" He chuckled while swiftly standing to his feet. Well that's the understatement of the century. He walked over to a big red backpack and pulled out what looked like clothes. I wonder what he's doing- "Here you go, can't let you walk home with vomit all over your clothes," He smirked and handed me an oversized dark blue jersey with our university logo on the front. He also handed me some grey sweatpants.
"B-But, I can't wear your clothes Austin," I exclaimed immediately. "I still haven't returned your flip flops!"
"Ally, don't be so stubborn, just go and put the clothes on in the bathroom, don't worry I won't peek," He smirked and my face flushed in embarrassment. I rolled my eyes and began playing with my fingers.
"Shut up," I smiled and gently took the clothes from his hands, I sent him a grateful smile and wobbled over to the bathroom to change. Darn, I forgot I was wearing another pair of devil heels, I guess that's what vomit does to you. After 15 minutes, I had finally finished changing. Now you might be wondering why it took me so long to change into a jersey and some sweatpants. I had actually spent the first 10 minutes just smelling the clothes, they smelt to nice! He had such a soft and calming scent that I just couldn't get enough of. That's not weird right?
The jersey was so big on me that it went all the way down to my mid thigh, and don't even get me started on the sweatpants! Let's just say I had pulled them up about 8 times in the last minute, I just resorted to holding them up. Man, I haven't felt this comfy in a while! His clothes are so warm and comfy, I could just stay in them foreve-
"Ally?" Austin's voice called from outside. "Are you okay, your taking quite a while-"
"I'm done!" I cut him off and walked out of the bathroom quickly. "I didn't mean to take so long it's just your clothes smelled so nice and-" He took a step closer to me and chuckled.
"Ally, stop talking," He started with an amused smile. "Are the clothes okay?" Are the clothes okay? They're the best clothes I've worn in ages!
"They're great," I replied softly. "Thank you Austin, it's really sweet that you've let me borrow your stuff." He shrugged and smiled bashfully.
"No need to thank me, I just did what anyone else would, it's no big deal-" Austin began but was surprisingly cut off. I don't know what happened, and I don't know what came over me, but whatever it was I hope it happened again! I suddenly tilted my head and leaned up towards his face, I smiled as I planted a soft kiss on his warm cheek. It took me a few seconds to realize what had just happened. I had just kissed Austin, on the cheek! Way to go Ally! "You know, I wouldn't mind you thanking me if you always thanked me like that," Austin whispered cheekily and I giggled when I noticed a small blush on his cheeks. I rolled my eyes playfully and began walking towards the door.
"Goodnight, Austin."
"Goodnight, Ally."
"YOU KISSED!" Trish screamed crazily as I told her the events that had just happened about half an hour ago. During my date, Trish and Dez had made up after Dez showed up at our dorm with a bag of Indian take away and a new zebra print dress as a sorry present. Now you would think that was incredibly cute, and so did I-until I came back from the date and found them kissing on my bed. Kissing on my bed! I seriously don't know if I'm gonna be able to sleep there tonight. I'm never gonna get that awful scene out of my head.
Dez left a few minutes ago to feed his pet monkey, Merlin (Don't ask) and Trish freaked out when she noticed I was wearing Austin's clothes. No surprise there. She kept on pestering me to tell her what happened and I eventually gave in, obviously. Seriously! It's like I'm verbally incapable of saying no to people! I've gotta stop being such a pushover.
I couldn't help but smile to myself as I replayed the scene in my head, "No we didn't kiss, I just kissed him on the cheek Trish, cheek not lips." Unfortunately.
"Come on Ally, are cheeks and lips really that different?" She exclaimed while doing weird and dramatic hand gestures. I chuckled at her ridiculous response and rested my head on my cheek.
"Yes, they are," I smiled and shook my head at her while she rolled her eyes. "But Trish, I don't wanna get too close to him, what if he already has a girlfriend? Or doesn't even like me-"
"Ally, shut up," She snapped in frustration. Well that wasn't rude at all. "Why would Austin let you borrow his clothes, if he didn't like you? Gosh Ally you can be really dense sometimes."
"Gee, thanks," I giggled with a quick eye roll. "Do you really think he likes me?" I asked unsurely and began playing with my fingers slowly. Trish smiled and placed her hands on her hips.
"Ally, if Austin doesn't like you, then Dez is smart enough to find a cure for cancer," She deadpanned which made me laugh. Okay Dez was a lot of things, but he couldn't even make toast without almost setting fire to the kitchen. We had proof. So I don't think we'd see him curing cancer any time soon.
"I'll take that as a yes then?" I laughed and she nodded with a chuckle. "Thanks Trish."
"No problem, and tomorow try and make your date really nervous so he'll be sick all over you and you can wear Austin's clothes again!" She blurted out quickly and we both burst out laughing. Hey, that wasn't a bad idea.
Yay! Chapter 3 is finished, sorry I took so long to update guys. I don't own Austin and Ally (If I did they would already be married!) THANK YOU AGAIN for all the reviews, favs and follows, your all AWESOME and make me so HAPPY! I hope you enjoyed this chapter and PLEASE REVIEW! I always love to know what you all think. I will try and update as soon as I can!
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