This one-shot was requested by URxGORGEx! It is based off of the word 'Klutz'! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Austin & Ally
Klutz
I have been called many things in my life; shy, bossy, boring. But the worst is klutz. I don't know how many times I have tripped in the school hallways for no apparent reason, or knocked over the display in Sonic Boom because I wasn't watching where I was going.
This trait I have that makes me clumsy, kind of makes people not believe that I am a very neat person. I like things in order, and out of the floor space so I don't trip over.
I have always hated the fact that I am a very awkward person. I mean, that's the main reason why people tend to stay away from me at school; the reason I am unpopular. However, I do have my best friends, Austin, Trish, and Dez, so it's all good. Well, I say Austin is a friend. The truth is, my clumsiness actually made us more than friends, and got us a new hit single.
"Ally! Could you help me please?" I hear my dad call from the inventory cupboard. You know, for a cupboard, it sure is big. Well, big enough to fit people inside anyway. It is actually pretty boxy.
"Yeah," I reply, running over to help him.
"I have to go and pick up some more instruments that failed to be delivered. Do you think you could stack all of these up for me?"
"Sure." I smile, taking the box he is holding from his grasp.
"Thanks. I won't be too long!" he promises, before running off and out of the store.
I begin placing different instrument-filled boxes in their specific places, so everything is nice and neat; just the way I like it. I hear the door to Sonic Boom open and close, meaning either a customer has arrived, or one of my friends are here.
"Ally?" Yep, I was right.
"Austin, I'm in here!" I call, before I hear footsteps strolling towards me.
"Oh. What're you doing in here?"
"Doing inventory and stuff." I shrug, placing another box up, and counting a few instruments. I do some speedy counting, before writing down the total on the piece of paper on the wall. That is usually how things go around here. Me and my dad are very organised. He decided to just leave a piece of paper on the wall so we have the total of every instrument in one place. It makes sense, really. Well, it does to me anyway.
"Oh cool. Do you need any help?" he asks, walking in to the cupboard.
"If you wouldn't mind..." I reply, trying to reach a higher spot, on a high shelf.
"It's no problem." He smiles, taking the box from me, and placing it up high with ease.
"Ugh. Why are you so tall?"
"Why are you so short?" he retorts, raising his eyebrows at me. I just roll my eyes in response.
I grab another box, and start moving some around to make some room. Of course it is tricky when Austin is in the way.
"Could you please move?" I ask him.
"Nah, I'm good." He smirks, casually leaning on a few boxes. Again, I roll my eyes. I step onto a few boxes, being careful not to break any of the instruments inside. I try to reach behind Austin, deciding to work around him, rather than forcing him to move. Because let's face it, if he doesn't want to move, there is no way I could shove him out of the way.
I have almost got the box of tambourines set down, until my feet begin to become unsteady. I am crushing the box, meaning I am about to slip. Great. I jump down from the stack of boxes, quite unsuccessfully. I manage to knock more over, slamming the door in the process.
"Now look what you've done!" I exclaim, glaring at Austin. I know I shouldn't be blaming him, it is my fault. I can't even seem to keep my balance, and I never seem to move gracefully. If I move, I create a mess. Either that, or I hurt myself/someone around me. That's just the way it always works.
"It's not my fault! Besides, can't you just open the door?" he questions, wiggling the door handle.
"No! It instantly locks if you shut it!"
"Then unlock it!"
"I can't! It locks from the outside!"
"Well, who's stupid idea was that?"
"I don't know? Why would you need a lock on the inside?"
"For times like these!"
"Ugh!" I slump down on a box, sighing.
"Don't be like that! This could be fun!" Austin states, sitting down beside me.
"How?" I question, turning to face him.
"Well, we are surrounded by instruments! This is like my heaven!" he exclaims, grabbing a guitar and strumming it softly. I smile at how into music he gets. Is that how I'm like when I start playing piano? "I know! Let's play a game!"
"What kind of game?" I ask.
"A game where we both have to make up lines to a song, randomly."
"So basically like writing a song, without writing it down?"
"Kind of."
"Okay, there's nothing better to do." I shrug, facing him properly. "I'll start," I state, and he nods in response, strumming a random tune on his guitar.
Sometimes, I get in my own way,
I need someone to say,
"Hey, what are you thinking?"
He smiles, before singing his contribution to our little song.
Your words, they're always just in time,
Just like a perfect rhyme,
Like, you're not even trying
He nods to me, signalling it's my turn to sing something.
Like pieces of a puzzle,
Without eachother,
We're in trouble, trouble
I stop, as he starts singing.
Hey!
I will always stay,
By your side forever,
'Cause we're better together
He smiles at me, as I begin to sing.
Hey!
There's no other way,
We'll make it through whatever,
'Cause we're better together
He continues strumming the guitar, the acoustic sound making me smile. It is so calming. Now it is his turn to sing.
Remind, me when I'm losing touch,
When I'm a little much,
Pull, me back to reality
It begins to get easier, making up lyrics on the spot. It is basically like repeating your thoughts out loud. I start singing.
You, keep my feet on the ground,
'Cause when you're not around,
I, feel I am floating
I have no idea why I just sang that, but I look at Austin to signal it is his turn to sing.
Like pieces of a puzzle,
Without eachother,
We're in trouble, trouble
I begin to catch on, knowing what is coming next. Me and Austin belt out the chorus together.
Hey!
I will always stay,
By your side forever,
'Cause we're better together
Hey!
There's no other way,
We'll make it through whatever,
'Cause we're better together
I stop singing, listening to Austin.
Like the waves need the sand to crash on
I decide to add a line.
Like the sun needs the world to shine on
He sings.
You're the bright side of every day
Me without you just isn't the same
I blush as he winks at me. Why am I blushing? He continues singing, looking right in my eyes.
It's not the same,
We're better,
We're better,
Ooh-oh-oh,
We're better together
It is beginning to get a little awkward, so I decide to join in.
Hey!
I will always stay (Stay),
By your side forever (Ever),
'Cause we're better together
Hey!
There's no other way,
We'll make it through whatever,
'Cause we're better together
Hey!
I will always stay,
(I will always stay)
By your side forever,
'Cause we're better together
Hey!
There's no other way,
We'll make it through whatever (Ever),
'Cause we're better together
He strums the guitar a couple more times, as we continue to stare into eachother's eyes. Is it hot in here, or is it just me? Once he has stopped playing the guitar, we stare at eachother. I take in every feature on his face; his hair, eyes. His eyes.. The way my heart melts every time I stare into them, and the gold flecks hidden; that can only be seen if you look really closely. What am I saying?!
I begin breathing heavily, as I notice Austin leaning forward towards me. What is he doing? I back up, almost falling off of the box I am sitting on. No, Ally! This isn't the time for your clumsiness.
Austin places the previously played guitar somewhere behind him, reaching his hand over to stroke my cheek. Suddenly, I realise what close proximity we are in. I find myself leaning forward too, and as our lips are centimetres away from each other, the door handle jiggles.
My dad opens it seconds later, smiling at us. "Hey Ally, Austin!" He exclaims, walking in holding more boxes. "Thanks for your help!" He smiles.
"No problem," I reply, smiling weakly. I am a little shaken up by what just happened. Well, almost happened.
Austin and I walk out of the cupboard, and towards the counter.
I decide to break the silence that has enveloped us. "That song that we just sang was pretty good... We could make it into a hit!"
"Yeah! Just speed it up a bit..." he trails off, looking like he wants to say something else. I take his hand, pulling him up to the practice room with me. He takes a deep breath, before speaking up, stopping us in our tracks. "Can I just try something before we do?"
"Sure..." I reply, softly.
He leans forward, capturing our lips in a soft, slow kiss. It feels... right. Like I belong there, in his arms. I wrap my arms around his neck, enjoying the moment while it lasts.
And let's just say, the rest is history.