I was looking at the reviews again and I was like, "Hold up, that was a one-shot idea and she/he is the thirtieth reviewer so I have to do her/his one-shot." So, ta-da! (I've never updated a story so fast :P) I also decided to take a reviewer's advice on adding a bit more detail so the one-shots would be longer. Enjoy

Ally leaned her elbows on the counter, her fingertips drumming a popular tune.

She was bored.

It was an incredibly slow day. Half past four and only one person had showed up, a little kid looking for the ice cream store. Austin and Trish and Dez were off doing who-knows-what at who-knows-where. She sighed, wishing someone would just walk through the door.

Careful what you wish for.

A brunette bounced through the doors as if she was wearing pogo shoes. (You know, pogo sticks but on shoes? Never mind.) She looked around the store and put on a big smile. "Hi Ally."

"Hello Brooke."

"Slow day, huh?" she said, skipping to the counter like a six-year-old.

"You can say that . . ." Ally responds, eyeing her suspiciously. Not that she didn't like Brooke (OK, she didn't like Brooke) but she did seem a bit . . . creepy, at times. Normally, Brooke would be glaring her down because it was a known fact Austin liked her (Yeah, she heard the rumors) but here she was, grinning at her like they were BFFs.

Brooke suddenly turned serious, a bit of remorse in her expression. "Look Ally, I know haven't been exactly nice to you lately."

You can say that again.

"But that all ends now. I'd like to make friends. Put all our differences behind. Live in peace and har-"

"That's . . . really sweet of you, Brooke," she said quickly, sensing this could go on forever, "but I just don't know . . ."

"I thought you would say that. Which is why I got you a pickle basket!" she dropped a basket filled to its rim with pickles, pickles, pickles.

"Well, how can I say no to that?" Ally asked, greedily taking in all the juicy pickles, not bothering to wonder where the basket came from.

Brooke grinned triumphantly. "I knew that would win you over!" she laughed. Ally couldn't help but laugh along.

"You know, Brooke, coming in here and apologizing like this makes me see you in a whole new light. Maybe you're not so bad after all."

Brooke smiled again. "Thank you. Now dig in! It's all for you."

Ally shrugged and took a bite. Brooke grinned, only this grin was . . . different. More like the old Brooke.

"Well, I better go, Ally," she said, pronouncing her name with such evilness Ally had to step back. Brooke flipped her hair and sashayed her way out, only pausing at the door to give Ally a sneering look and a warning over her shoulder: "Oh, and by the way, Ally, Austin will be mine." With a laugh she exited the store.

Austin will be mine?

She crazy.

The room suddenly seemed a bit wavy to her. She couldn't think. Everything seemed to be fading out to black.

What is happening? Ally thought, holding on to the counter for support. The pickles . . .

Now she knew what she meant by, "Austin will be mine".

She meant to eliminate the competition. Ally gave a strangled cough before her world blacked out.

"I feel so bad for not coming to the store sooner," said Austin, walking with Dez and Trish to Sonic Boom.

"That's weird, there's no one at the counter," said Dez, opening the doors.

"But Ally would have locked the door if she went out . . ." said Trish.

Dez leaned over the counter and let out a gasp. "Guys, I think you should take a look at this . . ."

Trish rolled her eyes. "Dez, if you found the dead hamster, now is not the time."

Dez looked at Trish wide-eyed. "Henry the Handsomely Hairy is dead?! I left him in your care!"

"What were you saying again?"

"Oh right. Guys, look."

Austin leaned over the counter and drew in a breath. "Ally . . .?"

Ally was spread across the floor, her brown hair everywhere, eyes shut, body motionless.

"Dez, call 911, Trish help me get her up and check her pulse."

Ally, please don't be dead.

Austin, Dez and Trish sat silently at the waiting area.

"Do you think she'll be okay?" asked Dez, eyes filled with concern.

"She'll be fine," Trish said, and Dez took a reassured breath and leaned back in his seat. But Trish's eyes had a faraway look in them; her brow was creased with worry.

A doctor strolled into the waiting area. The trio sprung to their feet.

"Any news, doctor?" said Austin.

"Ally is still unconscious, I'm afraid," The doctor said. "Her disease is very serious."

"Go on doctor," said Trish. "We can take it."

The doctor dramatically sighed. "I'm afraid your friend is plagued by . . . the Poisoned Pickled Pox."

The trio glanced at each other.

"The Poisoned Pickled Pox?" Dez managed to say while laughing.

"Is that even a thing?" Trish chuckled.

The doctor glared at them with one eyebrow raised. The trio quickly gained their equanimity and gasped appropriately.

"The Poisoned Pickled Pox?" said Dez, trying to hold back laughter.

"I'm afraid so. You may see her, if you wish."

"We do wish," said Trish.

"You go first, Austin." Dez nodded.

Austin, having gotten directions, made his way to Ally's room. Deciding knocking was pure stupidity, he turned the knob.

Ally was on the bed, eyes still closed in unawareness. Austin smiled. She looked strangely beautiful asleep.

Austin knelt next to the bed. "Hey, Ally-gator." He cleared his throat. "You probably can't hear me right now, which is probably a good thing; I probably sound like a total idiot, but, I really like you. Like, like. You know, like, like-like like. See? Total idiot. And I know this is totally the wrong time, but, I've said it." He kissed her on the forehead and sighed. A smile forms on her face.

"I like-like you too, Austin."

"Ally! Uh, how much of did you hear?"

"I heard the whole thing. But, like I said, I like you too."

Austin grins. "So my kiss brought you back to life?"

"First of all, I woke up when you entered the room, and second of all, that wasn't even a real kiss."

"Well, this one is." They lean in closer, closer . . .

BAM!

The door swings open and Trish, Dez and the doctor fall on the floor. They smiled awkwardly at the pair. "Sorry," they chorused.

"Have you noticed that whenever the author wants to make us kiss, these two and a random OC comes out of nowhere?" asked Austin.

"It's a frustrating phenomenon."

And Brooke was banished from the land for all eternity. The end :)

All of my one-shots these days are totally lengthy. Is it a sign of blossoming as a prospering writer? Or am I that bored?

Remember, rausllyr5xo IG came up with the idea for this story. I must say, I enjoy retelling fairy tales! I think I'll do more stories on that. (I bet you couldn't even tell I was doing a parody of Snow White :P) Plus I really love that era. The dresses are sooooo pretty! Oh no, I'm turning into my sister . . . Bye now!