So heres Austin's pov on the ride home. Goodness this makes me sad. here we go.
Austin pulled the navy blue car through Ally's neighborhood and scanned all of the mailboxes on the left side of the road. He had only dropped her off once before, when their song-writing had gone into over-time. The only thing he remembered about her house was the side of the road that it was on and the general style of the building. He snuck a glance over his shoulder at Ally, who was tapping her feet on the floor mats. She kept her hands close to her body. Austin inaudibly sighed and leaned over. He twisted the knob that controlled the heat all the way to the right. Even though he was practically dying of heat at this point, to him, this was the most logical choice. Ally made another one of her "Ally" patent noises and he stoically held his face from breaking into a smile. That was his plan. At this point in the game, there was no way to stop it. The only thing he could do was to keep it hidden until it slowly disappeared. He rolled his eyes. He was acting like such a girl and he could barely control himself. There was no denying it now. He knew what she was to him; what just her smell made him want to do. Just being this close to her made blood pump under his skin and the hairs on his arms stand on end. The silence of the car was almost unbearable. He would have loved to start a conversation but that wouldn't help his cause at all.
Finally he spotted the mailbox that said Dawson on the side in illuminated letters. He pulled into the end of the long driveway and pulled the car into park. He turned the keys and the car automatically unlocked. Honestly speaking, with all of the thoughts running through his head, Austin had forgotten to even buckle his seatbelt. It did happen to work in his favor as he was able to quickly get out of the car and make his way over to Ally's door. No matter how much he needed to distance himself from her at that moment, he was raised with manners and it was only common sense to him to open her door for her and walk her to the door. He looked over at the house and waited for her to make her way off of the leather seat. Unfortunately she just sat there in confusion. He forgot how she hadn't been the kind of person who would have had doors opened for her before. He raised his eyebrows as a hint and she finally got over her surprise. She scooted off the leather seat and dropped down into the grass. Austin slammed the car door and looked over to where Ally stood. She looked at him and smiled. So cute, He thought. I should- He stopped himself from lifting his arm. That's not what either of them needed. He started towards the door using his natural stride, to create some distance between him and her.
"Austin?" Ally asked from behind him. He continued walking, ignoring the pulling need to turn toward her with a smile. "Austin." She said stronger, not as a question. He stopped. When her voice was shaky and weak, he felt a need to help her, but in this moment, her voice was so commanding that he felt the need to do exactly whatever she wanted. He hated this. Why did she have such an effect on him? He clenched his hand into a fist and forced a smile onto his face. He spun around on his heels, and smiled down at her.
"Coming?" he asked as if nothing was wrong; as if she didn't have this effect on him. Her face was concrete and unmoving. She joined him for the rest of the short walk and even if he slowed his pace again, his smile was the hardest thing to keep up. When they finally reached the steps she jotted ahead.
"Austin?" she asked, running up the steps and turning around at the top. He laughed, for at where she stood, they were the same height and some part of him wanted to ignore the nagging awkwardness of the moment. "Is something wrong?" His smile dropped again. The only thought going through his head, other than how cute Ally looked in the moonlight, was how he was going to contain his feelings. He never knew how this could have affected her. She was worried about him while he didn't give her well-being a second thought.
"What are you talking about?" he faked another smile. "I'm fine. You should get in there." he continued, gesturing toward the door. She still didn't smile. In fact she frowned and looked him in the eye.
"Austin. You know you can tell me anything." She said making him lock his jaw tightly. Couldn't she care for herself for once? He looked away and stared up at the moon.
"I know." He heard himself saying as he turned around to face her again. "I know I can tell you anything." Their eyes met. He didn't feel himself waver, "I know." His body moved on its own. He didn't know what he was doing; it was just what felt right. He pulled her into his arms and held her there. His hands rested above her hip and tangled in her hair. She breathed into his neck and he could smell strawberries in the air. He didn't need this; he wanted it, and as they stood there, for that long time, he was content. Until he realized what his body had just done. He pushed away her warmth and held her at a distance. He knew that his smile was missing but at this point it was unimportant.
"I know but I can't." he forced his mouth to move. For a moment, he was unprepared for what to do next so he did the first thing to come to mind. He left. He got in his car and left. One last look out the car and he sped down the road. The tank in the car was full so he drove. For hours he drove. Nothing made sense to him but Ally; nothing but her.
So hopefully the next chapter will be better. I'm going to add Des and Trish in next for the token "best-friend please tell me what is right" talk. hopefully that lightens it up. alot. ANYWAY! Thanks so much for the reviews and everything! Please continue to do so :)