Disclaimer: I do not own Austin and Ally.
The Reasons Why One Shouldn't Live with Ally Dawson
She's a neat freak
Ally hated it when the apartment was messy. As a result, she would clean it every day before bed, meaning Austin had to wait until the whole apartment was squeaky clean and more organized than a pharmacy before getting some cuddle time in bed (and Austin really liked cuddling in bed. Ally was just so soft and warm). Usually he would fall asleep before Ally deemed the apartment presentable enough to go to bed (why? It's not like they were expecting visitors in the middle of the night). The obvious solution would be to help Ally and he tried to sometimes, but he usually ended up doing it wrong (he was banned from the laundry room after turning all of their white clothes purple), or he didn't do things Ally thought were necessary (who even dusts the top of the fridge? No one ever checks there).
Ally had also drawn up a chore chart, which he had to pretend to be enthusiastic about. And she wasn't giving him allowance for doing the chores like his parents used. Actually, it would be weird if his girlfriend gave him money, but extra kisses would have been a nice prize for sweeping the floor or taking out the garbage.
She owns too many books
A crash sounded throughout the apartment. Austin jumped to his feet and ran from the living room, where he was currently sitting, to the bedroom. He found his girlfriend standing frozen, her hand in the air, as if trying to remove a book from the bookshelf that was now resting at her feet.
"Ally, Are you alright?!" he asked her, worried that one of her precious books had hit her in the fall.
Ally nodded, tears in her eyes. "I'm okay, but I think that Lord Stanley isn't." crouching down she picked up a book titled Lord Stanley's Fool, whose pages were crumpled.
"Ally, it's just a book. Why are you crying?" Austin asked, worried that perhaps the shelf had hit her head.
Ally let out an offended gasp. "Just a book? Just a book? Austin, this book is a timeless tale about a lord who falls in love with the court jester's daughter, and she falls in love with him, but the king is lusting after her and wants her to be one of his mistresses. Meanwhile, the queen-"
He cut her off. "Okay, fine, I get it. You know what this means though, right?" he pointed at the fallen bookshelf.
"I need another bookshelf?"
"No! You have too many books." At her affronted gasp, Austin prepared himself for a long speech.
She likes weird pieces of art
"Austin, guess what I found?" Ally walked in, carrying a large canvas.
"A painting?" Austin asked raising an eyebrow in slight amusement.
"Yep! Isn't it beautiful? It's like colorful cloud watching! Can you believe it was just thrown on the street?" she turned the picture around, revealing what seemed to be a bunch of random colors swirling with no apparent pattern.
"Uhh… actually, I can believe. What, err, what is it?"
"Isn't it obvious? It's a man playing violin under a bridge for a dancing chicken." Ally rolled her eyes at him. "Pfft, amateur."
Austin stuck his tongue out at her, but then kissed her forehead. "C'mon, I'll help you hang it up."
A few weeks later Austin found an… interesting picture to add to Ally's collection. He brought it home and propped it on a chair facing the doorway, so she could see it immediately when she walked.
A few hours later, Ally returned, and upon seeing the picture she screamed and ducked behind the couch. "Austin what's that?" she asked, pointing to the painting of the clowns.
"It's a painting I found. Some guy was selling it for five bucks, and since you have a thing for weird art, I bought it for you. Don't you like it?"
"Austin, I'm flattered that you got it for me, but that thing really creeps me out to be honest." Ally told him, then proceeded to demand that unless he was so emotionally attached to the painting that he couldn't bear to part with it, he must get rid of it immediately, lest the clowns get out of the picture at night and murder them both in their sleep (her words, not his).
Well, that was a waste of five dollars, he thought in his mind as he hauled the thing to the garbage. Honestly, he liked it more than Ally's weird abstract art, but anything so his girlfriend could sleep at night.
She's obsessed with pickles
"Austin? Are you awake?" Austin felt something prodding him softly.
"No," he groaned and rolled over so that his back was facing Ally. This didn't seem to help though, as the prodding continued. "Austin, please, it's important."
"Fine. What is it?" he turned over again, this time to face Ally, and hoped this really was important. He got grumpy when he didn't get his beauty sleep.
"I want pickles," Ally told him, finally stopping the poking.
Seriously? "Then go get some."
"We're all out," wait, she didn't actually expect him to… "so we need to buy some from the little grocery store down the street, you know, the one that's open twenty four, seven, and the streets are dangerous at night for a small, weak girl like me, but for a big, strong guy like you…" Ally trailed off, looking at him hopefully.
With a sigh, Austin got out of bed and pulled on his jeans. He knew Ally was really desperate for those pickles if she described herself as small and weak. Usually she tried to insist on the fact that she was tough (she wasn't). "Fine, I'm going. You're worse than a pregnant woman, you know that?" suddenly an alarming thought hit him. "You aren't, are you?"
"No. Hurry up, my knight in shining armor, I await your return." Getting out of bed, Ally gave him a quick kiss before softly shooing him out of the bedroom.
Heading out into the (not so) cold night, Austin sighed again. The things one does for love.
She steals clothes
"Hey, Ally, did you see my favorite hoodie?" Austin called out. He had gone through the closet and the laundry basket twice, but he couldn't find it anywhere, and he was starting to get frustrated. He was flying to New York for a few days and he needed something to keep him warm during the flight.
Ally peaked at him over the newspaper she was reading. "Uhh… nope. I'm not wearing it or anything. Why would you think that?"
"Ally…" he walked over to her, and gently pulled the newspaper out of her hands, and saw that she actually was wearing it. "May I know why you're wearing my favorite hoodie when you knew I was looking for it for the past half hour?"
"Well, you see, I was cold, and your hoodie was conveniently next to me …" Ally trailed off, looking at Austin apologetically.
"You were cold? In the middle of July? In Miami?" Austin raised his eyebrows at her.
"Okay, fine. It's really comfy, and it smells like you, and it's soft, so it's kind of like being hugged by you all the time."
Austin rolled his eyes at his girlfriend. "If you wanted a hug you could've just asked. Now can I have my hoodie back?"
"Fine," Ally grumbled, pulling it off. "But if I freeze to death, it'll be your fault."
He pressed a kiss to her cheek before folding the hoodie to place in his carry on later. Suddenly, he noticed something atop her head. "Ally, is that my beanie?"
She's too nice
Austin entered the apartment to find the couches completely ruined. They were scratched all over with the stuffing spilling out. And what was that weird noise coming from the bedroom?
"Ally?" he called out, slightly worried. What if some weird murderer broke into the apartment and decided to slash the couches before proceeding on to Ally?
To his great relief, she came out from the bedroom, several scratches on her face and arms. "Hey, Austin. There's something I need to tell you."
"Does it have anything to do with what happened to you and to the couches?" Austin asked as Ally pulled him to their room. Inside he saw what looked like five balls of fur running around. So apparently, the weird noise was mewling.
"I saw them in a box on the street. Austin, their owner abandoned them, and I couldn't just let them starve. Look at them, they're so adorable." Ally rambled, as he stared, slightly shocked. She had adopted five kittens off the street.
"Ally, what are we supposed to do with them? We can't just raise five cats," Austin asked her. "Why didn't you take them to the animal shelter?"
"I was planning to, but they're just so cute. What if they don't get treated right at the shelter? Austin, they're our responsibility now, we're like their parents." Ally gave him the puppy dog (or kitty cat, whatever) eyes, and he felt his resolve slowly crumbling. "You know, when I thought about having children with you, I always imagined we'd be married first. And that our kids will be human." he told her.
Ally slapped him lightly on his chest. "Shut up. Anyways, do want to meet them? I named the all."
"First you adopt children without my consent, and now I don't have a say in their names. You, woman, are a control freak." He said, but followed her anyway.
"This one is Minnie. I called her that because she's the smallest of the litter." Ally held up a tiny white kitten. "This is Snowball. The reason for his name is obvious." Ally showed him another white cat. "Now this one," Ally picked up a blond kitten, "is Simba. He looks a bit like baby Simba, and I figured we could do the Lion King thingy." Austin chuckled a bit at that. "This is Marie Curie, M.C. for short."Ally held up a fluffy gray kitten. At Austin's perplexed look, she sighed and continued. "She was a Polish and naturalized-French physicist and chemist who conducted pioneering research on radioactivity. I wanted her named after a great woman to inspire her." Setting down M.C., Ally picked up the last kitten, which was blond like Simba. "This is Austin Junior. He's adorable and adventurous, just like you. And he's blond and attention seeking, which also reminded me of you." Ally's voice, which was soft and tender while introducing the kittens had taken a teasing lilt.
Austin rolled his eyes at her and took Austin Junior from her hands. "I guess they are kind of cute, but Ally, we can't keep all of them."
"I know, I'll make ads in the morning." Ally sighed quietly and picked up Snowball, petting him softly.
Austin kissed her cheek softly, before a thought hit him. "Ally, doesn't this building have a 'no animals' policy?"
"But they're so adorable. I couldn't let them die on the street."
Her father
Austin usually liked Lester Dawson. He was nice, despite being a bit stingy. He was pretty sure the older man liked him too, as he had never done anything to hint that e disliked Austin. Until now.
Ever since Ally had moved in with Austin, Lester decided to pop in at random times to visit the couple. Austin wouldn't have minded it, as he was pretty sure he will do the same thing when he and Ally had a daughter, if it the visits happened in normal hours and with a warning beforehand. But no, Lester came to their apartment even at two or three in the morning, without notifying them first, which made Ally stressed because their apartment was too messy for visitors (it was always tidy, but she still ran around dusting random things), and it made Austin rather afraid of even looking at Ally, lest Lester decided that he wasn't treating his little girl right.
Both Austin and Ally had tried to hint to Lester that while they were very glad that he came to visit them, they would have liked it if he didn't show up after ten p.m., as they valued their sleep, and would appreciate a warning at least an hour prior to his arrival, but Lester always came up with an excuse to visit them, such as "I was wondering if you had any of those sugar cookies I like" (they didn't), or "I wanted to show this new giraffe painting I made"(he showed them the same picture three times).
"Oh, Honey, if life with Ally is so hard, you can always move back home. And if you're really desperate, we can move to New York and change our names. I almost did that once to escape a crazy boyfriend." Mimi Moon told her son, watching him fondly as he gobbled down the pancakes she made him.
"No thanks mom. Living together might be tough, but it's worth it. I love her, even if she has a few quirks. Isn't that what being in love about? Accepting someone's habits and ideas, even if you don't agree with them?"
Mimi looked at Austin, covertly wiping a tear from her eye. When had he managed to grow up so much? It seems as if only yesterday he was telling her he didn't like the new girl in his kindergarten class because she said that pancakes didn't taste good. "You're right, Honey, that's exactly what being in love is about.
A/N: This is an example for why I shouldn't write when I'm tired. Half of this was written yesterday when I was half asleep.
Sorry for taking a while to update. This part was harder for me to write for some reason, and to be honest, I didn't like this as much as the first chapter.
Anyways, thank you all so so much for the positive reception to the first chapter. It has 21 favorites, and that has me freaking out.
I would love to hear what you all thought of this chapter, and I'd love to get constructive criticism.
Love you all and thanks for reading!