(A/N - here's another one-shot, because I got really bored of not going on fanfiction for a day... So I wrote all day! The majority of it is Austin recounting things from the past, but I think it's pretty adorable. (: and fluffy, so read it!)
"Austin, can you do me a huge favor?" Ally asked me, giving me a sweet smile. Her eyes twinkled as she spoke, and I couldn't help but get lost in them. Her entire face was glowing, as it often is.
"Uh, sure," I said, shaking my head and snapping back to attention. "Anything for you, Als." And that's true. I will easily do anything for Allyson Marie Dawson - my best friend, my songwriter, and the girl that I am in love with.
I know what you're thinking - Austin Moon in love? But he's a flirty player. Well, that was the old me. Yes, I'm still flirty, but something changed me. That something is called Ally. Allyson, Ally, Als, Ally-Gator, no matter how you say it, she has left an impact on my life.
When I first met Ally at the beginning of last summer, I instantly had a huge crush on her. Dez was recording me playing the drums with a pair of corn dogs, when the owner's daughter came over. I immediately stopped playing, hoping to woo her with my charm. I did the usual - gloated about my musical abilities, flipped my hair, winked, and shot her a huge grin.
But it was easy to see that Ally Dawson is not like other girls - she's real. She didn't fall for my flirting, nor did she let me off easy. In fact, she kicked me out of the store, and we argued quite a bit, due to the fact that I accidentally stole her song. Yes, I accidentally stole her song. I heard her playing it, and the lyrics got stuck in my head. I didn't remember where I heard them, so I thought I made them up on my own, and Dez and I made a music video, leading to me becoming an overnight internet sensation.
Let's just say, Ally wasn't too happy about that. She came to my house, and yelled at me. I don't blame her, because I know how hard it is to write a song. That's actually how my partnership with Ally began in the first place. She writes, I rock, and along with Dez, the filmographer, and Trish, the manager, we make the perfect team.
I tried to apologize, but Ally just wouldn't budge. She is strong headed and stubborn, which I actually admire about her. Me likey. Anyway, she finally forgave me when I told her what my father said about music being a waste of time, and me having a one in a billion chance of making it anywhere in the business. Apparently, her father said the exact same thing, and we spent a whole night writing a song.
The song was amazing, and helped save my butt on the Helen Show, where I admitted that Ally was the songwriter. But that isn't even the best part. I got to know Ally a bit that night, and found out that somewhere under her uptight, stressed personality, a fun spirit lays. I was determined to bring that side out of the girl, or die trying. She was hesitant about being my partner at first, but finally agreed, and we have been making music for almost an entire year now.
"Austin?" Ally asked, snapping her fingers in front of my face. I zoned back into reality, blinking. This is an often occurrence for me, falling into deep thought about Ally. I just can't ever get her off my mind. "Are you going to help me with the favor, or not?" I nodded my head, but quickly got lost in my thoughts again.
I thought about how much Ally and I have grown in the past year, both as individuals, and together. I have become a little more serious, and a bit less of a player. I am a bit sensitive from watching so many chick flicks with Ally, and I can even write a little bit on my own now. But I will always need Ally.
She has grown quite a bit as well, loosening up and letting her fun side show, that I knew was hiding somewhere. She likes the beach, relaxes a lot of rules, and doesn't freak out as much any more. She doesn't chew her hair - no matter how adorable that was, it was also a bit weird. She even performs with me every once in a while. Her stage fright is basically gone, but she swears she can't perform without me being by her side. I know that she can, she just needs to try. But this is a huge step from where she used to be, as she once completely destroyed the Helen set while having a meltdown.
And we have changed together. Ally and I started off as awkward acquaintances, but quickly grew into friends. From there, we turned into best friends, and now, we just don't even have a label. I guess you could say that we are special friends, as there is obviously something more going on - not that Ally or I would admit that. We flirt, we go on unofficial dates, and we always have some physical contact happening, whether it be hugging, a piggyback ride, or even just brushing arms on the piano bench.
Trish claims that there is 'sexual tension' between us, but I just think that Ally and I do not require a label. We have something special, and we truly care for each other. I know that I like Ally a lot, and I have a good feeling that she likes me too - and that's not my cocky side speaking, that's my gut feeling. Trish and Dez have been trying to get us together for months now, by setting up dates, giving us alone time, or making us sit next to each other when we go places. But the truth is, Ally and I have something special, and whether we know what that is or not, we both feel it. And that's what matters.
It wasn't always like this, though. Even though I had a crush on Ally immediately, it was clear that she didn't feel the same way. Like I said, she was down to Earth, and didn't fall for the Austin Moon charm. I thought she had a crush on me at one point, after reading her journal, but it turns out she liked a guy named Dallas. I played it off like I had no feelings for her, and I regret not telling her then how I feel.
I still haven't told her how I feel, although I'm sure she knows. I want to tell her soon, I just don't know when, or how. It has to be something special, because Ally is a special girl. I remember when we wrote "Not a Love Song" together. It was not only to sway the growing popular belief that Ally and I were in a relationship, but in my opinion, also to convince ourselves. If you truly listen to the lyrics, you can see that there is love, but that we are trying to pass it off as purely platonic. It shows that I never should have fallen for Ally, but I did.
"Austin," Ally exclaimed, grabbing me by the shoulders and shaking me a bit. I snapped to my senses again to see Ally standing in front of me, hands on her hips. "You're not even paying attention. Could you please help me with these boxes?" I nodded my head, but got sucked back into memory lane once again.
Once, when Dez and I were trying to break a world record, Ally needed help carrying all the new inventory upstairs. I remember picking up three boxes at once, not only to be helpful, but because I was trying to show off in front of Ally. I have tried showing off in front of her many times, in attempts to impress her.
One time, I tried to write a song, in hopes of wooing her. It didn't work, but it did make her laugh, and she was excited that I was trying to write songs. Once, I bought her a pickle basket. She loved it, but she didn't understand the real reason I was trying to give it to her - to get my feelings across. I show off my best dancing in front of her sometimes, and sing my heart out, hoping that she will see me as something else. I tried beating her in a piano competition, but she keeps up well. I even got a guitar signed by Bruno Mars for her.
The point is, I try to impress her a lot. Her opinion matters to me more than anyone else's in the world. If some random guy off the street didn't know who I was, or thought my music was terrible, I wouldn't care. If a group of fans suddenly started hating me, I wouldn't mind, no matter how much I love my fans. Even if my own father retreated back to his ways of not supporting my music, I would brush it off. But if Ally ever called me stupid, or said I was untalented, or even showed disappointment in me, I would be crushed.
"Austin Monica Moon," Ally said, stomping her feet in frustration. "You are not listening to a single word that I am saying, are you? We do each other favors all the time, but I just have a simple request, and you're not even giving me the time of day."
It's true, Ally has done a lot for me over the past year. There's obviously the major points, such as writing all my songs. But there are other things that she has done, which just add to the fact that I will never ever be able to erase Ally Dawson from my memory.
She almost performed on stage to save my career, despite her stage fright. She forgave me after ditching her and the rest of Team Austin when a big music producer came looking for me. Ally helped Dez and I when we almost ruined our lifelong friendship over a stupid world record, that neither of us ended up getting. She helped clear my name when I was assumed to be the mall thief. She helped me get rid of my silly fear of umbrellas, thus helping Dez get into a huge film contest.
When I tried to distract myself from Ally by going after a girl named Cassidy, Ally helped by writing a song. She acted as a shrink in a therapy session, listening to all my horribly expressed feelings. The reason I couldn't express them was because they weren't real - not as real as the feelings I have for Ally at least.
But one of the biggest things she ever did for me was convince my parents to let me take a record deal. My parents thought that I was too young to go to LA for a summer and produce an album, but somehow, Ally convinced them. As a show of gratitude, and an excuse to release some 'sexual tension', I kissed Ally on the cheek. From that day on, I knew that Ally and I had just taken a step further in our special friendship. I knew that I love her, and that she felt at least something for me.
"Austin, I swear," Ally shouted, smacking my arm. "I don't know what has gotten into you today, but it's getting really annoying." I glanced down to see Ally with her arms folded across her chest, a glare on her face.
"Sorry, Als," I offered, shooting her an apologetic smile. I took a step towards her for a hug, which I often felt sparks in, but she shook her head, taking a step back.
"I'm not hugging you until you take the box," she said, pointing at the cardboard cubes on the floor next to us. "It's not even that they're heavy, I was just hoping you could help me out. But obviously, you are too busy off in Austin Land. I thought we fixed that when we caught the mall thief. You can't just be on Austin time and expect other to fit your schedule all the time-"
I cut her off by pulling her close and pressing my lips against hers. I'm not sure what possessed me in that moment to kiss her, but I know it felt so right. After a few moments of shock, Ally kissed me back, wrapping her arms around my neck, while I placed my hands at her waist. I felt every cliche described in the movies that Ally forces me to watch with her - the fireworks, the sparks, the weak knees, butterflies, and the roller-coaster stomach. It was perfect.
When we pulled away, Ally glanced up at me, a smile playing across her face as she bit her lip. "Um, I, uh-" she stammered, not sure what to say.
"So, what exactly was that favor again?" I teased, smirking.
Confusion crossed her face, and she looked around. "Huh? What favor?" she asked.
I grinned. "You asked me to do a favor for you," I said. "But I kept getting lost in my thoughts about you."
"Oh, you can't do that," Ally said, smacking my arm playfully. "You can't just ignore everything I say, and then be adorable by telling me you were thinking about me. I don't fall for the Austin Moon charm, remember?"
"I kind of think you just did," I chuckled, poking her in the ribs. We both grinned, no matter how hard Ally was trying to frown. "Don't worry, though, because I fell for the Ally Dawson charm a long time ago."
"Well played, Moon," Ally giggled, leaning up on her tip-toes to kiss me once again.
(A/N - what did you think? :D let me know in a review! and let me know what kind of one-shots you want to see!)