(A/N - another one-shot headed your way! I know that the performing arts high school one got the most votes, but I realized that to do that really well, it would have to be a multi-chapter. And so, I will write that! As soon as I finish one of my other multi-chapters. So, I went with the second-most voted story idea. Here you go!)

It was just another day at the community pool. Children were splashing around in the shallow end, parents were scattered around in lounge chairs, reading magazines and taking the occassional glance at their kids.

People of all ages were jumping off of the diving board and going down the slide. In the lap lanes, was the girls' swim team from my high school. I was on the boys' team, but we weren't starting practice for another week or so. I leaned back in my lifeguard chair while scanning the pool. Everything seemed normal, which was actually a bit of a let down.

No, I don't enjoy seeing people nearly drown in the pool, with myself or another lifeguard fishing them out at the last second. However, on slow days, the job can get a bit boring, and I wish that I could just get in the water myself.

For the most part, though, I enjoy my job at the Miami Hill community pool. I get to see kids have fun, people enjoy the water, and the occassional cute girl. Hey, don't judge. I'm a sixteen year-old boy, of course I'm going to be looking at girls. Anyway, I scanned the water again and was about to turn back to my book, but saw someone splashing around in one of the lap lanes. I looked closer to see that their leg was caught on one of the ropes that marked the lanes, and that they were struggling to get free.

I quickly ripped my shirt off and dove into the pool, swimming over to the lane. I eased the rope off of the foot of the thrashing person and pulled them over to the edge of the pool, hoisting them out of the water and onto the ledge.

In front of me sat a beautiful girl, wide-eyed and sputtering. She was wearing a red and yellow swimming suit, along with a swim cap. I recognized the logo as that of my own high school, Miami Hill. "Are you alright?" I asked when she stopped coughing.

She inhaled deeply and nodded her head. "Yeah, thanks," she said. Then she covered her face. "Wow, I'm so embarrassed. I'm on the swim team, and I just had to get rescued from a rope. That's pretty pathetic."

"It's not pathetic," I said, giving her a small smile and lifting myself out of the water. I stood up on the concrete and offered her a hand, which she gladly accepted with a smile. "Everyone has their days." Then I lowered my voice and turned to her. "In fact, just the other day, I slipped on the diving board and fell into the water. I'm a lifeguard for crying out loud! One of my coworkers had to come rescue me, and let's just say, I won't live that down for a while."

She let out a small giggle, and I could tell that she was laughing with me, not at me. Another thought crossed my mind, and that was that I would give anythign to hear this girl's laugh all the time. "Dawson," a short man with a whistle around his neck and clipboard in his hands walked over to us. I recognized him as the swim coach, Mr. Davis. "Take the rest of the day off. You're our best swimmer, and we don't want to push you."

The girl nodded, and Coach Davis began to walk away. But then he noticed me and smiled. "Moon," he exclaimed, giving me a fist bump. "Thanks for helping her out. You trying out for the swim team again this year?"

"Of course, Coach," I said, nodding my head. He nodded his head back in approval. "Good," he said. "We need you to kick ass on the butterfly stroke again this year. And I might even have a special spot for you as captain of the guy's team. Sound good?"

I nodded my head excitedly. "Sounds awesome," I exclaimed, pumping my fist. Then I thought back to the other possibility for captain. "What about Dallas?" I asked, rolling my eyes at the thought of the idiot.

"Matthews isn't even receiving the chance to try out this year after the stunt he pulled by vandalizing my office last year," Coach Davis grunted, obviously mad. "Plus, he had absolutely no passion for the sport, unlike you. See you at try outs, Moon. Keep it up, Dawson."

With that, the coach walked off, leaving the girl and I alone again. "So," I said, looking back to her. She was pulling off her swim cap, and I now recognize her by her big brown orbs and curly brunette hair. "Ms. Ally Dawson, captain of the girls' swim team can't even battle it out with a rope?"

I was teasing, but also trying to make conversation. She was pretty, we obviously have a lot in common, and my shift just ended. She rolled her eyes but grinned anyway. "Yeah, Moon," she said sarcastically, but giggling. "I now owe Austin, the soon-to-be captain of the guy's swim team something, right? So what do you want?"

"Hey, Davis said it was a possibility," I pointed out. She rolled her eyes and told me that I was definitely going to get the spot as captain. I grinned and we started walking towards the locker rooms. "And as repayment for saving your life, you could let me hang out with you."

She smiled. "I'd like that," she said, nodding. "My shift is going to start at Sonic Boom in like, an hour, so you can come with me if you want. And then, maybe later we can go get some food, or see a movie, or something?"

"Sounds good," I said with a wink. "How about we go change and then meet back out here in a few minutes?" She nodded and I sprinted into the men's locker room, changing out of my lifeguard trunks and into a pair of jeans and a dark blue Hollister t-shirt. I ran my hands through my hair, making it look kind of messy, but what I hoped Ally would consider cute.

I'm not sure why I am trying so hard to impress this girl. Actually, I know why - even after only a few moments, I am falling for her quickly. She is beautiful, funny, and sweet. She likes swimming, and she must like music, since she works at a music store in the mall.

I realized that I was getting lost in my thoughts and ran back out to meet Ally, who was pacing in front of the locker rooms, wearing a floral skirt and blouse with a vest. Her hair was down in curls, and she had on a pair of cowboy boots. I tapped her shoulder and she turned around, smiling. "You take longer than a girl in the bathroom," she teased.

We walked off towards the parking lot, and I opened the passenger door of my pickup truck, ushering her in. She smiled and I shut the door behind her, hopping into the driver's seat and heading for the Miami Mall. "I was thinking, and I got a little distracted," I admitted, shrugging my shoulders.

"What were you thinking about?" she asked, looking over at me.

I bit my lip. "You," I said confidently, shooting her a winning smile. I saw her blush and duck her head a little bit, making me chuckle.

"So, you don't like Dallas Matthews, huh?" she finally asked, as I pulled into the parking lot of the mall. I hopped out and opened her door for her again.

"No," I responded truthfully. "He was my biggest competition for swim, but other than that he is a massive jerk that plays girls and is just a douche to anyone." I suddenly remembered hearing about Ally and Dallas dating last swim season. "Oh, I'm so sorry-" I said, looking over at her wide-eyed.

She laughed and shook her head. "Don't be," she said, rolling her eyes. "He's everything you just said, and worse. I'm not sure why I ever dated him, but I broke up with him after a month. He cheated on me."

I looked over to see that she was a little sad as we walked into Sonic Boom, the music store. "Hey," I said, taking her arm and turning her to face me. I lifted her chin so she would look me in the eyes. "He's an idiot for cheating on someone as beautiful and great as you."

"You think I'm beautiful?" she asked, biting her lip and smiling up at me.

I grinned and nodded. "That's what I said, isn't it?" I asked, teasing. But then I looked her in the eyes again. "But I really do think you're beautiful. And from what I can tell by the past hour, you're also kind, caring, and funny."

"Well, you're pretty attractive yourself," she winked. "But I can also already tell that you are sweet, passionate, and hilarious. What else do I not know about you?"

"Well," I said, grabbing a guitar off the wall. I began strumming and singing. In between lines, I spoke. "You also don't know that I can play almost every instrument known to man, and I sing."

"No way," she said, taking a seat at the piano and opening a leather journal. She flipped pages until she found the one she was looking for and began singing while playing the corresponding keys. "Me too. And I write songs, but I have terrible stage fright."

"I wish I knew how to write," I admitted. "I love to perform, but I can only do covers."

She looked up at me and smiled. "We should be partners," she said, motioning for me to take a seat next to her at the piano. I did, sitting close enough to playfully bump her shoulder with mine. "Here, let's write something together."

A few hours later, we had written a song called 'Break Down the Walls'. It was great, and our voices blended together well. "So, want to go catch a movie now?" I asked hopefully. She nodded and stood up, bumping into my chest in the process. I caught her around the waist, pulling her close so she wouldn't fall down. I smiled down at her, and she grinned back, both of us just staring into each others' eyes. "I know this is a little sudden," I whispered huskily. "But I honestly care about a lot, and think that we are going to be around each other quite a bit-"

"Just shut up and kiss me," she cut me off, rolling her eyes and grinning. We both leaned in and lock lips, and I felt electricity surge through my body, nothing like what I have felt when kissing other girls. After a few moments, we pulled away. "Wow," Ally breathed.

"Yeah," I whispered, resting my forehead against hers.

"Hey, Austin?" she asked quietly, looking up at me. "I'm really glad that I got my foot caught on the rope, now."

"Me too," I whispered, kissing her quickly once more before intertwining our fingers and gently pulling her towards the movie theater. At that moment, I knew that Ally Dawson was here to stay - as my partner, best friend, and girlfriend.

(A/N - and that is that! What did you think? Review!

Also, the next one-shot will be either

a) meeting at a ski lodge

or

b) meeting at camp

The choice is yours! You decide! Have it YOUR way! But only if you let me know in a review or PM! :D )