Thank you brz, I totally understand where you're coming from and yes I do agree that this fandom can be a tad sensitive when it comes to critisizm, and I thank you for being so polite about everything. And for taking the time to review. It was greatly appreciated.
I do not, I repeat, DO NOT own Austin, Ally, Trish, Dez, or any other names you recognize. ;)

"Come back in, class!" Mr. K called the students back into the building, recess had ended.
Austin sat in his seat and made sure to turn away from Ally's chair, since she hated him. He wondered why she'd put up with him these past few weeks if he had cooties. He really did think they were friends now, and it made him sad to see her prove him wrong.
"'Scuse me, Austin," Ally said, scooting around him so she could get to her seat. He didn't move and kept his mouth shut. "What's wrong? Are you okay?" Ally asked.
"I think I have cootie fever," he said angrily.
"Huh?"
"You have cooties too you know," Austin said.
"I do not!"
"Yeah you do. If I have cooties, you have cooties."
"Do not!"
"Do too!"
"Do not!"
"What are you guys screaming about?" Trish asked, returning to her seat.
"Austin said I have cooties!" Ally protested.
"Why would you say that, stupid?!" Trish punched his arm.
"Ow! She said I had cooties first!" Austin squeaked, rubbing his sore arm.
"Neither of you dummies have cooties," Trish rolled her eyes.
"But Ally said-"
"Who cares? Cooties aren't real anyways," Trish scoffed.
"Cooties are real," Ally mumbled.
"Ally, you're the smart one! Do you really think cooties are real?" Trish asked.
"Well my dad always says boys have cooties, except for him because I like him," Ally explained, "And since I like Dallas too, I thought he didn't have cooties either."
"So you don't like me?" Austin muttered.
"I-"
"You're a meanie!" Austin stood up and ran out the door, back onto the playground.
"Austin!" Mr. K shouted in a deep, intimidating voice. But the boy was already too far out of earshot. Mr. K stood at his desk, confused and unsure of what to do now. He couldn't just leave his class alone, but then again he had to get Austin to come back inside.
"I'll go get him!" Ally volunteered.
"Thank you, Ally," he smiled. She calmly followed Austin to the playhouses, and Mr. K went on with his math lesson while watching the two kids from the corner of his eye.
"Austin? Are you okay?" Ally asked, poking her head in the window. He turned away from her and ignored her question.
"Go away," he sniffled, wiping a stray tear from his cheek. Ally circled around the tiny house and pushed the wooden door open, she crawled in beside Austin and made herself comfortable.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings," Ally sighed.
"Why did you say you didn't like me? And that I had cooties?" Austin turned to her.
"I never said I didn't like you, but I think I like Dallas in a different way," Ally told him.
"So you like him more than you like me?"
Ally thought about it, she didn't really know Dallas, "Nah, I like you more."
"Are we friends?"
"Best friends."
"Really?"
"Yeah," she nodded, wrapping her tiny arms around him.
"So I don't have cooties anymore?" Austin asked, hugging her back. He couldn't help but notice how pretty her hair smelled, kind of like strawberries.
"No," she shook her head, "but do I still have cooties?"
"You never had cooties, I didn't mean what I said," he answered once they untangled their arms.
"I'm really sorry," Ally sighed.
"Me too," he nodded, "hey, Dez is coming to my house tomorrow afternoon to play. You and Trish should come."
"Okay! But you're mom meet my daddy," Ally shrugged.
"They can meet later when they come to get us," Austin agreed.
"Wanna come back inside now?" Ally asked.
"Let's go," he stood and offered his hand to help her up.
"Thanks," she smiled, standing up beside him. They skipped happily back to Mr. K's kindergarten classroom and she helped him and Dez with their math worksheets.

I try not to self promote but I think you'd like my Raura one-shot that I just posted. It's called "Our Book" so... um... yeah bye?