It's Me, It's You- Complete! Chapter 12: It's Me, It's You, an austin & ally fanfic

Author's Note: Unfortunately, this is the last chapter… But there will be a sequel coming soon! I'm working on it!

I don't own Double Take from Disney Channel's Original Comedy, Austin and Ally.

Enjoy the finale!

~Christi

"Trish!" I heard Ally cry, running toward her to embrace her best friend. "Hi, Ally," Trish said. "So..." I said. "Am I invisible? Okay, that's cool..." Ally cleared her throat. "I'm officially Austin's new songwriter!" she said. Trish nodded. "Cool," she said. "So about this girl..." Ally nodded. "I know all about her. She is a total snob sometimes and cares a lot about how she looks and-" Trish cut her off. "Okay, Ally! I have a plan."
"Hi, Amy," I said, walking into Ally's dorm. "I am so sorry abou-" Ally pushed me aside. "I absolutely hate Austin Shor Moon and he needs to get out of this dorm right now!" I pretended to leave but hid behind a plant without them noticing. Well, Ally noticed, but that was okay, because she was all in the plan. "Amy!" Ally gushed. "Let's play around with your makeup. Amy giggled."I've always wanted to see what I would look like as a snake..." Ally ran into the bathroom and brought out a bunch of makeup. She helped Amy put a square design. When they were finished, I snapped a few pictures. Then I called Ally on my cell phone. "Oh... Yes, Principal Pebblos. Okay. I'll be there in a few minutes." She opened the door and we rushed out. "Did you get the pictures?" Ally asked. I nodded and showed her the pictures. "Great," Ally said. "Trish should have finished making the website. Let's go to your dorm, now." I grabbed Ally's hand and we ran to my dorm. I took the key out of my pocket and unlocked the door. "Trish, we got the pictures!" I exclaimed. Trish took the camera from my hands and popped the memory card out. In ten minutes, she said, "Dez. Your turn." Dez walked up to us with his video camera. "We have the most amazing pictures," I said to the camera. Ally smiled. "Amy Lee has been found decorating her face with make-up!" Dez switched the camera off and handed it to Trish. "I'll do this..." she said. "And... Done!" We clapped. Now we just had to tell Amy the next morning.
The next morning, I rushed downstairs. "Amy!" I said. "You have got to see this picture." I took her iPad and logged on to the website Trish had made yesterday. Amy shrieked. "You brats!" she screamed. "How dare you!"
"Austin, talent show today!" Ally screamed in my ear on the last day of reading camp. "I wrote you a new song. "We're pretty different, I admit, but maybe different is a good thing." She held some paper out in front of me. "I hope you do great!" she said, giving me a quick peck on the lips. I blushed
"And now... Austin Moon!" the principal announced as I walked up to the stage. "Hi," I said. "I'm Austin Moon, and I'm going to be performing a song called It's Me, It's You. This song was written by my good friend, Ally Dawson. Well, she's more than just a good friend. She's my songwriter, and... Ally, would you like to be my girlfriend. "Duh!" I heard her yell from the back of the room. Everybody laughed. I blushed. "Well, anyways, here's the song!"

I like the bass when it booms
You like the high-end treble
I'm like the ninety-ninth floor
And you're cool on street level
I like the crowd rock, rock, rock, rocking it loud
You like the sound of hush, hush
Hey! Keep it down
High tops, flip flops, retro, dance, pop
We rock different ways
Beach bum, city fun, touchdown, home run
What can I say - aay - aay

It's me, (it's me)
It's you (it's you)
I know we're not the same, but we do what we do!
It's you (it's you) and it's me (and it's me)
And who says that we have to agree?

Cause I like
What I like
And sometimes we collide
But it's me (but it's me) and it's you (and it's you)
I know we're not the same, but we do what we do.

The crowd cheered. I grinned and ran off the stage to find Ally. "Austin!" she called. I waved and we ran up to each other. I took her head in my hands and I kissed her.
"Encore! Encore!" the crowd yelled. "Encore of what?" I asked. "The song, dummy!" Ally said, gently whacking the side of my head. She laughed. I walked back up, and sang the song again.

It's me, (it's me)
It's you (it's you)
I know we're not the same, but we do what we do!
It's you (it's you) and it's me (and it's me)
And who says that we have to agree?

Cause I like
What I like
And sometimes we collide
But it's me (but it's me) and it's you (and it's you)
I know we're not the same, but we do what we do.

Ally ran onstage, then looked as if she were about to run off. I grabbed her arm. "Whatcha doing?" I asked. "Being creeped out!" she yelled. I took her face in my hands and kissed her.
Then the crowd cheered.
It was the best summer ever!