Hey! This is a one-shot that was requested by Evil Curses Good! It is based off of the song 'Boys Like You' by Megan and Liz! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Austin and Ally

Boys Like You

Black and white, all I see,
Is a silent movie, and I'm stuck inside the scene

I sigh as I walk into the Music classroom. Don't get me wrong, I love this lesson - in fact, it is the one I look forward to the most - but, I can't help but feel bored. I mean, yes, I enjoy playing the piano and writing songs, but it is always the same old routine in this lesson. The teacher would ask who wants to perform, no one puts their hand up so she picks someone at random. Then, I sink down in my seat trying not to get noticed, but of course, I do anyway. I stand up and try my best to not show how nervous I am, and I play a quick piano piece, before sitting back down in my seat, embarrassed.

She doesn't always pick on me, but it feels that way. And when she does, it always ends with me trying to hide my face - which is red with embarrassment - while trying to get back to my seat and get everyone's eyes off of me. Eventually, they do turn their attention away from me, but with my stage fright, it feels like ages before everyone has stopped staring at me.

What I'm trying to say is, everyday is always the same for me. It's boring, to say the least. Especially since I hardly ever get noticed when I actually want to be, so I'm practically invisible everyday.

It's like I've been put on mute and everyone can't hear me. It's like they can't see me either. This is probably why they tend to gossip about me when I'm standing close to them, clearly visible to them, yet they carry on anyway.

I've told myself to not listen to them, and gradually over time, it's worked. I've taught myself not to care about what they say, so now, whenever I hear someone mention my name, I just block their voices out. It helps me feel less self-consious.

So now I'm sitting in my same old seat in the same old classroom. The teacher is yet to start talking, so everyone has took this opportunity to talk to their friends about the latest gossip or something, while I just sit here, fiddling with a lock of my hair.

I begin to count the amount of colours that I can see in my hair. There's brunette with a hint of gold, shades of dark and light brown-

"Ally Dawson," the teacher says, catching my attention.

"H-huh?" I stutter, confused.

"You were daydreaming again," she states, firmly.

"Sorry..." I mumble, looking down. Maybe my talent of blocking people's voices out isn't always helpful, especially when I use it at the wrong times, like now for example.

And I saw you, and the colour came through,
And I don't know what I'm doing,
But I'm doing it with you,
You're one in infinity

The teacher simply nods, before turning back to the class. I sigh, as I try to pay attention, but as I said before, it is just the same old boring thing. I mean, she's obviously talking about how talented we all are and she's most likely asking everyone whether they want to go up to the front and perform. This is how we always start our Music class.

Suddenly, the teacher is interrupted by a knock at the door.

"Come in," she exclaims, before the door opens, revealing my best friend, Austin.

"Uh, hey, urm, the principle wants to see Ally," he states, and I send him a look of confusion.

"Okay, well, Ally, you're free to go," the teacher tells me.

I begin to pack up my things, before hurrying out of the room.

Once the door is closed, I turn to Austin, putting a hand on my hip.

"What?" he asks me, innocently.

"The principle doesn't need to see me, does he?" I question, and Austin shakes his head in response.

"I wanted to get you out of that class because I know how much you dislike it. I mean, you're always going on about how it is always the same old thing every Music lesson."

"It is, but there are other ways to make it more interesting," I state.

"Like what?"

"You could move into my class," I suggest.

"No, that's too much hassle. Look Ally, this will only be for one lesson, so just make the most of it, yeah?"

I sigh, "Fine..." Austin always knows how to change my mind.

We begin to walk down the school hallway.

"So, what are we going to do?" Austin asks me.

I look at him, raising my eyebrows, "You've not even thought of something to do?"

"No, I just thought of this idea like, 10 minutes ago," he says, defensively.

I lightly punch him on the arm, even though he doesn't ever feel my punches.

"You've got to stop doing that," he mumbles.

"Why? Did I actually hurt you this time?"

"No, but it's annoying," he states, making me sigh.

"Oh."

"Okay, I've got an idea," Austin exclaims.

"What?" I ask him, smiling.

"We could just do whatever we want. No plans, just go with it."

My smile suddenly disappears. "That's a stupid idea."

"Have you got any better ones?" he questions.

I stay silent for a second.

"No..." I reply.

"Exactly."

I've got a lot to say,
And you'll listen,
When I go away,
You're still missing me, missing me

We walk down the road, not caring where we end up. I've been telling Austin about how Dallas should notice me more, and surprisingly, he's listening to me. Well, he always listens to me, but that's why we are best friends.

"I just don't know how to tell him that I like him..." I say, sighing.

"Okay, first of all, I asked you what you had for breakfast, so I have no idea how you ended up on the subject of Dallas. And second of all, just tell him, simple as that," Austin states.

"That's easier said than done, Austin," I tell him. "Especially if you're a nerdy nobody..."

Austin puts his arm around my shoulder and squeezes it comfortingly. "Don't say that, Alls, you're way more special than you think you are."

I take Austin's arm off of me, and walk faster, causing Austin to walk faster to catch up with me.

"Wait up," he says, before he walks up next to me.

I sigh, "You're supposed to say all of those nice things; you're my best friend!"

"I don't have to compliment you if you don't want me to," he says.

"No, look, Austin I appreciate the nice little compliments, but I just think that you over-exaggerate them a bit. I mean, I'm hardly noticed at that school. I bet if I moved to a different school no one would care- no, no one would even notice..." I look down, trying to stop the tears from falling out of my eyes.

"Ally, don't say that. I'd miss you, and isn't that all that matters? I mean, why would you want people you don't even like to miss you? Why do you even care what they think?"

"I don't, it's just... I'd love to be appreciated!" I reply.

"I appreciate you..." Austin says, softly.

I look at him with a weak smile, "Thanks," I smile, hugging him from the side quickly.

"No problem. Now, I've got an idea," Austin tells me as we release from the hug.

"What is it?"

"Let's go to my house and just watch movies and forget about all of the people that have upset you," he suggests, smiling.

"But we have to get back to school," I remind him.

"Oh come on, there's only like, an hour left of school anyway. Please? For me?" Austin puts on his best puppy-dog look.

Every time he pouts, I always seem to give in. "Okay, okay, whatever..."

"Yay! Let's go!" Austin exclaims, sounding like a 5 year old, before he grabs my hand and pulls me along with him.

We lay around the house doin' nothing,
But you've got a way of makin' it something,
I've never felt before,
And they don't make boys like you anymore,

Boys like you,
Do do doo doo doo,
Boys like you

Austin hands me some popcorn as he plops down onto the sofa, sitting next to me. He's just finished changing into a pair of sweatpants and a white t-shirt. I also changed into a pair of comfy shorts and an over-sized, thin, wooly sweater that I always leave at Austin's house just in case I may ever need them. Now is a good example for that.

"You ready?" I ask him, as I grab some popcorn and put it in my mouth, chewing it.

"Yep. Have you chosen the movie?" he questions.

"Nope," I reply, after swallowing the popcorn in my mouth.

"What? Why?" he queries.

"I just thought we could talk and sit here and stuff," I state.

"But that's boring..." he whines.

"So talking to me is boring?" I question, raising an eyebrow.

"No, but just sitting here is," he answers. "I refuse to be bored," he adds, folding his arms over his chest.

Austin and I sit on his bed - well, Austin's lying down with his feet in the air while I'm sitting with my legs crossed. I'm not quite sure how I got him to agree to not watching the movie. I guess I just have that sort of talent. Or maybe we've been best friends long enough to know what eachother's weak spots are; Austin's being pancakes. I remember now! I offered to make him pancakes if he agreed to do whatever I wanted to do. Hopefully he will forget about that later.

"Ally, as I said before, this is boring. Can I have my pancakes now?" he asks me, sitting up properly.

"Nope," I reply.

A beat passes.

"How about now?"

"No."

"Now?"

"No, Austin!" I state.

"Woah, sorry. But this is boring!"

"Am I really that boring?" I ask him, tearing up slightly.

"No, no, no, I didn't mean it like that, Ally..." he says, crawling across the bed towards me.

I don't respond, I just fold my arms over my chest.

"Aw, come on... I'm sorry..." he almost whispers, softly, wrapping his arms around me from behind.

I roll my eyes, looking up at him.

"Sorry?" he says, making it sound more like a question.

I giggle at his pouting face and leave a chaste kiss on his cheek. "You're forgiven."

He smiles at me, "Yes!" he exclaims, unwrapping his arms from around my waist.

I giggle, "That doesn't mean that you can start being mean again though."

"I wasn't even mean before. More like, truthful," he says, smirking.

I hit him lightly with one of his pillows. "Shut up," I mumble, with a smile on my face.

He smiles at me, before discreetly grabbing a pillow and hitting me with it.

"What was that for?" I ask him.

"You hit me with a pillow first!" he states, defensively.

"Oh, it's on!" I exclaim, standing up on his bed and hitting him with the pillow in my hand. And just like that, nothing turned into something, and we began an hour long pillow fight. Yes, an hour long.

You hold my hand,
You're my best friend,
You know everything about me

"Ally, wake up," Austin whispers, nudging me slightly.

"Mm?" I mumble, opening my eyes slowly. "What time is it?" I ask him, yawning and stretching while sitting up.

"About 5. But my parents said that you can stay for dinner," he replies.

"Okay, cool."

He grabs my hand, pulling me off of the bed suddenly.

"Woah, Austin," I exclaim.

"What?" he asks, innocently.

"What's the hurry?" I question.

"I'm bored," he whines, running downstairs with my hand still in his grasp. "Plus, you promised me those pancakes."

"I thought you'd forget about that..." I mumble.

"You should know me well enough to know that I love pancakes too much to just forget about them," Austin states with an eyebrow raised.

"True."

"And I know you well enough to know that you never break your promises," he says, smirking.

I sigh, "You know me too well..."

"You should be glad! I mean, best friends should know eachother pretty well to be considered best friends."

"Whatever" I yell to him as I walk into his kitchen.

"Hello Ally," Mimi says, smiling at me.

"Hi Mimi, how are you?" I ask.

"I'm good, you?"

"I'm fine, thank you."

"So, I heard that you promised Austin some pancakes..." she says.

"Yeah," I reply.

"Austin, no pancakes until after dinner!" she suddenly shouts into the living room, startling me slightly.

"Aww!" we hear Austin whine from in the living room.

I giggle slightly at his childish behaviour.

"There you go, that gives you a little time to relax," Mimi smiles, walking back over to the stove.

"Thanks. Do you want any help?" I offer.

"No thank you, but thanks for the offer," she says, smiling.

"Okay." I smile at her, before I walk back into the living room, checking my reflection in the mirror.

You don't care if I'm a mess,
Even when I'm not my best,
You make me better,
I couldn't ask for anything more,
You never give any less

"Ew! Austin, you never told me that I looked this gross!"

"That's 'cause you don't look gross," he states, walking over to me.

"Yes I do! Don't lie."

"I'm not lying," he says, chuckling and wrapping his arms around my waist from behind like he did before, resting his head on my shoulder. "Besides, I couldn't care less about how you look and you shouldn't either. Especially if there is no one here who's going to judge you."

"But I still want to feel good about myself," I say.

"And you should because there's nothing about you that should upset you."

"What about my stupid stage fright?" I ask him, looking at him through the mirror.

"That can be easily resolved with a bit of confidence boosting. But of course, to do that, you would need to be confident in yourself," he states.

"How do you do that?" I question, softly.

"Do what?" he queries, confused.

"Make me feel better so easily," I reply.

"Oh. That's simple. I just compliment you while telling you the truth. Plus, I'm your best friend so it's easy to know what you want to hear," he answers.

I roll my eyes, smiling. "I have to say, you're the best friend ever."

"So are you."

I've got a lot to say,
And you listen,
When I go away,
You're still missing me, missing me,
We lay around the house doin' nothing,
But you've got a way of makin' it something,
I've never felt before,
And they don't make boys like you anymore,

Boys like you,
Do do doo doo doo,
Boys like you

After dinner, Mr. Moon drives me home as Austin fell asleep sometime after I made him some pancakes. So now I'm at home, lying on my bed, thinking about the events of earlier.

Austin always listens to me, even when we were walking out of school and I rambled on about Dallas. And he's a guy, so he can give me love advice from a guy's point of view, which is always helpful.

Also, he is always there for me. But that's what best friends are meant to do really. Austin, however, makes me feel differently when he is supportive etc. I mean, when he compliments me, I may seem like I don't believe it, but I do. His compliments always make me smile and make me instantly feel better about myself. I think it's because he's a guy, so having a guy calling you 'pretty' or 'special' kind of boosts your confidence more than if a girl said that to you.

I sigh. To think, before Music had begun, all I could think about was how boring it was going to be and how everything is always the same for me. But of course, Austin always knows how to surprise me. He's just awesome like that. I would never admit that to him though; his ego is big enough already.

Anyway, all I can think about is how lucky I am to have a best friend as amazing as Austin.

We meet a thousand people,
Every single day,
And there's a million reasons,
Why you shouldn't stay,
But some things are meant to be,
We're one in infinity

Sometimes I think why would Austin want to be friend with me? I mean, he could be friends with anyone - he's good looking, charming, funny and just basically a nice person in general - yet, he chooses to hang around with me. He could be popular if he wanted to, but no, he wants to be my friend- no, my best friend.

He did get an offer of sitting at the 'popular' table in our freshman year, but he didn't want to. He could've had loads of friends by now, but he chose to stay with me.

But to be honest, I've realised that Austin and I make a good team. No, a great team. I help Austin with his homework and he helps me to be more carefree and fun. You wouldn't expect a handsome, cocky guy like Austin to be so sweet and considerate, but he is.

You got a lot to say,
And I listen,
When you go away,
I'll be missing you, missing you,
We lay around the house doin' nothing,
But you've got a way of makin' it something,
I've never felt before,
And they don't make love like this,
No they don't make boys like you anymore,

Love like this,
Boys like you,
Do do doo doo doo