Author's Note: Continued right from Chapter 8, ending with Austin saying, "Ally, I'm Sorry." I don't own Not A Love Song from Disney Channel's Original Comedy, Austin and Ally!

"No, you're not," I told Austin. "Yes, I am," he insisted. "When I said I loved you, I really did mean it. I just felt embarrassed that you wouldn't feel the same way. That was just some sort of lame excuse to keep you from asking about it." I smiled. "You mean it?" I asked. He smiled and got on his knee. "Um, Austin," I stammered. "We're sixteen. Not twenty." Austin blushed. "No, not that," he told me. "Ally Insert-Your-Middle-Name-Here Dawson, would you like to go on our official first date tonight?" I blushed. That was kind of corny and romantic at the same time. "Sure," I said. Austin got up and hugged me. "Ouch, Austin, you're practically squeezing me to death!" I yelled. He laughed. "Oh, and Austin, a few days ago, I wrote you a song. I'll go get it." I walked into our dormitory and grabbed my songbook. Then I teared Not a Love Song from the binding and gave it to Austin. "Thanks, Ally," he said, and tried singing it.

"You're always on my mind
I think about you all the time
Um, no
Lets not talk about it
Drama: We can live without it
Got your way with the world
Theres a clock we'll ignore
Find a way around it
Hey girl, I can tell there's something
Even when you say it's nothing
When you're playing with your hair
Like you just don't care
Its a tell, you're bluffing
Now please don't take this the wrong way

I love the things you do
It's how you do the things you love
But it's not a love song, not a love song
I love the way you get me not
Correct me if I'm wrong
This is not a love song, not a love song
I love the things you do
It's how you do the things you love
The way you sing it
With me through it
I guess I always knew it
I love the way you get me not
Correct me if I'm wrong
This is not a love song, not a love song."

I smiled. Austin was a good singer, and he was handsome, too...
I mentally slapped myself. Even if he asked me on a date, I wouldn't allow myself to completely moon over him.
"You're really lucky, Ally."
"Why?"
"Because you're going on a date with me."
"Way to go, Mr. I'm-So-Full-Of-Myself."
Austin stuck his tongue out at me and stamped his foot like a bratty three year old. "Meanie," he said, then walked away.
I giggled.
I had to go get ready.
I was going on a date with Austin Moon!