I haven't updated this in forever.

(I know, forever isn't as long as it used to be).

Anyway, here is an update.

Hopefully you've been awaiting this patiently.

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"Why are you asking so many questions?" Ally asked annoyed, displeased with how Austin was currently following her every move with a pad and pencil in hand.

"Eh, it's for when I and Dallas hang out," Austin chimed, "so I don't say the wrong thing, you know."

"You won't say the wrong thing." The girl smiled, "just be you."

"No." Austin pleaded. "Being me is the problem."

"Why?" Trish then asked, appearing in the store with a bucket in hand.

"Eh, what's with the bucket, Trish?" Ally asked.

"Oh, it's for Dez, he said he needed a bucket for some reason."

"No," Dez exclaimed, appearing from behind the counter of Sonic Boom, "I said I needed a duck-et."

"A what?" Ally asked.

"A duck-et," Dez smiled, "It's a cross between a duck and a ferret."

"A what?" Trish repeated.

"A. Cross. Between. A. Duck. And. A. Ferret."

Ally continued to stare at Dez for a second longer before she left Trish to deal with him.

"Anyway…It shouldn't matter Austin. Just be you, he'll like you like that."

"That's the problem." The blond groaned again.

"Why is that the problem?"

Austin paled and then looked away, looking for Dez for another interruption. But when none came, he simply turned back around and faced Ally with the pad in hand once more.

"Just tell me what his dislikes are. Please?"

"Fine," Ally coursed in defeat, "I don't see why it would matter but…he said that he doesn't like bad breath…um, doesn't like obnoxious chewing and…something about clowns."

"Got it!" Austin smirked in triumph. "But tell me this – would clown printed underwear scare him?"

Ally didn't really know what to say to that, so she simply stared at the taller blond for a few seconds and turned on her heels to leave.

"If so," Dez interrupted, instantly appearing at Austin's side, "then I hope he doesn't see these bad boys." As soon as he had made his comment, Dez had pulled on the elastic band of his boxers, revealing the clown printed faces.

Turning to look at Austin, his smile faltered. Austin was sporting a wicked grin on his face.

"Dez," he courted, still smiling, "can I have your underwear?"

…

Dallas checked his watch for the tenth time that day, wondering inwardly if Austin was actually going to blow him off. (That being in the opposite way he had initially hoped).

"Where is he…?" He asked himself in a low whisper, looking around at the sea of faces around him.

For a moment, he had briefly wondered if he had been perhaps a bit too forward with the other. Maybe he had scared him off, hell he would've been.

Perhaps he needed a new gimmick…maybe he should go back to that whole nice quiet guy ruse, seemingly though…that had only worked on Ally.

What was he to do?

Taking another breath, the toned boy glanced to his left and spotted Austin strutting over to him with a large smile on his face. For a boy who was 'scared', he looked awfully confident.

What had happened to his nervous blond cutie?

Already, he knew something was amidst.

"Hey Dallas." Austin greeted cheerfully, motioning his arms wide with emphasis, "what up?"

Taking a step forward, Dallas was going to greet him back, but a quick stench had found its way to his nostrils, retracting his whole movement altogether.

"Ew, what is that smell?" He asked, holding his nose tightly.

"Oh, that must be me." The blond beamed, stepping closer. "I ate some garlic lasagna before coming here, I just love me some yummy garlic. Mmm."

"Good to know." Dallas laughed gingerly. "So…um, should we go catch a movie, or something?"

"Sure." The other nodded, "let's go."

Dallas followed the other but opted to walk behind the blond instead of beside him, that garlic breath just wreaked too much for him.

…

Before sitting down in the theater, Dallas had made sure that he had bought a pack of mints and gum, and a bucket of popcorn. He had been a bit off put when Austin had asked whether or not they could add garlic to their bag. Luckily, that option hadn't been available.

"Here." Dallas smiled, handing over the box of candy mints, "why don't you try some?"

"Nah, I'm good." Austin insinuated, taking his seat in the last row. Though he was confident, inwardly he was panicking at the fact that they were in the last row in a very empty theater. What would happen once the lights went out?

"No, I insist." Dallas smirked; taking some and placing them in the blonde's mouth himself. "Mmm, yummy aren't they?"

Austin just nodded and then began chewing the tablets obnoxiously.

"They sure are Dallas. The best."

The toned boy seemed to flinch at the sound of his chewing but said nothing. After a minute or so, Austin's mouth began to hurt so he stopped and watched as the lights around them dimmed.

For a while, they had simply watched the film. Sure Austin had been a little on edge still but so far Dallas had kept his arms to himself, and the movie was actually very enjoyable.

Dallas had good taste.

And even in some parts of the movie, he would laugh alongside Austin. Like, for instance, in the one scene where the girl was being chased by the guy with the hacksaw (oh, didn't I mention they were watching Night of the hacksaw 3?), they had both busted out laughing because of the stupidity of it all.

It was all laughable, that one scene, just so unrealistic.

With a smile, Dallas turned to look at Austin who was now cramming a handful of popcorn into his mouth. He looked like a chipmunk, a very cute blond chipmunk that is.

Turning to look at the other himself, Austin began chewing obnoxiously once more.

He had nearly forgotten his mission there for a second, but now it was all back in motion.

"Shh!" Someone shushed from the front row, making Austin pause in surprise. Man, he must've been chewing really loud if they heard him from all the way up here.

Still he continued.

"Be quiet, Austin." Dallas then pleaded, stalling him once more.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Austin whispered to him, "Am I chewing obnoxiously again? Man, I just never learn. It's always chew, chew, chew."

At that Dallas laughed.

Austin paled. "What?"

"You sound like a cute little train." The brunette beamed with a grin.

The blond blushed at the comment and then halted his chewing.

This was not going as smoothly as he had thought.

Time for phase three…

"You wanna see my underwear?"

"What?" Dallas blushed himself, his eyes nearly falling out of his head.

Thinking about what he had said, Austin had blushed to. With a quick look around the room, he returned back to Dallas. "That didn't come out right."

"No, it didn't." The other agreed with a grin.

"But I would still like to…if that truly was an offering, that is…"

Austin continued to blush more, but then nodded and undid his belt slowly.

Immediately, Dallas had stopped him with his hands.

"I was just joking Austin, you can't do that here." He chuckled softly.

"Sure I can," Austin nodded, revealing his briefs – or Dez's briefs to be more exact.

Dallas turned beat red at the sight but then found himself smiling at the pattern.

"I like your taste in underwear." The tan boy smirked.

Austin just paled once more. "Aren't you scared of them? Ally said you were afraid of clowns."

"What?" Dallas chuckled. "I'm not scared of clowns, I love them."

"What?" The blond exhaled, "no. You're not supposed to love them. You're supposed to hate them." Dammit, none of this was working.

"You're supposed to hate that I chew obnoxiously," he then continued as though he were a fuse on the verge of going off, "and that my breath stinks because I like garlic."

"I don't mind." Dallas said honestly. "If you like to eat garlic, then who am I to judge? And yeah, I might get annoyed by the chewing but I'm the one who likes you, so might as well just get used to it."

Austin remained quiet.

"If one wants to be with another, then they have to learn to love the other's faults. Why should someone change to get the other to like them? They don't have to be with them, it's by choice."

"…you're not supposed to be understanding and nice…" Austin grumbled.

"Why not?" Dallas asked, "I like you – a lot, so I should accept you for you."

"No." Austin hollered, standing up and pulling his pants back up. This had of course earned quite a few stares from the very few people around them.

"You're not supposed to like me; you're supposed to hate me!"

"What?" Dallas paled, looking at the stares.

"You're supposed to want Ally!" Austin then hollered. "Not me! We can never – ever – be with each other. I'm not like you. I don't like you."

At this, Dallas became weary.

All eyes were on him. They knew.

They were judging him.

He had never told anyone outside of Austin that he was…

Gay.

"Can we talk about this somewhere-?"

"No," Austin frowned, "we can't!" Inwardly, the blond didn't really know where this outburst was coming from. He was usually so calm and sweet, sincere and understanding, but at this moment. He was neither of those things.

"I'm not gay, Dallas! I will never want you the way you want me!"

It wasn't until he said that, that Austin had noticed the other people in the theater looking at them.

Among them, he now noted, was also Ally.

At first she had simply appeared to be a girl in a trench coat and a hat, but now it was all too clear it was her. Obviously the shorter girl in the second trench coat was Trish. And perhaps the taller figure with the mustache was Dez.

"Dallas…" Ally whispered, still looking at the two, "you're…gay…?"

All eyes were definitely on Dallas now,

And though most of them weren't radiating in disgust, he felt as though they were.

He peered at Ally, and then at the others, and then at Austin.

He looked as though he was going to be sick.

"I'm sorry." Dallas courted, moving out of the aisle and down the steps that led out of the theater.

He had nearly tripped on his way out, but the hurt on his face hadn't allowed for any laughter to residue from the others, especially from Austin and Ally

But he had suspected it all; he had heard laughter within his head.

They were all laughing, all pointing, and all judging.

…

The silence that had followed seemed to be so thick that Dez could have cut it with a butter knife.

He had one on his person, but even he couldn't find the right words to say this without interrupting the awkward silence correctly.

He was as loss of words as the others.

"…you could have told him that in a nicer way," Ally finally said, even though she herself was on the level of despair. The boy she had pinned over all this time was farther from her grasp then she had ever imagined. But that didn't initially matter to her right now; she knew the other boy was hurt. She saw it as clear as day. With a small glance towards Austin, she fled with a look of moral disgust.

"Yeah." Trish agreed, removing her own disguise, "that was really mean, Austin." She too, followed after Ally with a look of disgust.

"Very uncalled for, young chap." The man in the mustache nodded.

Okay, so the man wasn't Dez.

"It was." Dez then spoke from within the giant panda suit he wore, removing the large head and handing it to Austin. "I believe this is yours". He then stripped out of the suit and began fleeing the theater with the other people, who also looked upon Austin with hatred.

After a minute, he was standing all alone, the panda suit right next to him still.

He didn't know what to do.

He had never messed up this big before.

Now what…?

"Oh," Dez exclaimed, returning with a frown, "I also want my underwear back – so please send it to the dry cleaners and drop them off at my house later on."

With that said, he stomped off.

...

Wow, things just got a bit serious.

How will he fix things, and will Austin and Dallas end up together?

(I really don't know - heh, yeah I do).

Well, find out next time.

Please review and such.

Thank-you.

- Peace