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Chapter 7
"Wow. What a bastard. I thought he was an okay guy." He said once I had explained everything. I had sat down on the couch while I explained, and he was opposite me, sat on the side of his bed.
"I mean this in the nicest way possible, but isn't that basically what you do to girls? Or used to do, anyway." I asked him. He shook his head fiercely.
"No. I never faked anything. All the girls I slept with knew that I didn't want anything more than sex. I never pretended to have feelings for them, and they never pretended to have feelings for me. No strings attached." He explained. I was slightly relieved, knowing that he wasn't that kind of guy, but I didn't understand the whole 'no strings attached' notion.
"How do you do that? Doesn't it mean anything to you?" I asked.
"Not really."
"I don't get it. For me, sex was a huge deal. I could never do that, just sleep with someone for the fun of it. I believe that sex always means something."
"Well, yeah, it means something. I wouldn't sleep with someone I wasn't attracted to, or I didn't get along with. I don't just pick girls up off the streets and bring them home with me." He said.
"That's what you did with me." I whispered.
"Yeah, but that's different. I didn't bring you here for sex, I brought you here because you're my friend and you needed somewhere to stay." He shrugged. I smiled, relieved that I hadn't made things awkward.
"I guess. So you'll only have sex with someone you like? Love has nothing to do with it?" I asked. He snorted.
"I don't believe in love." He said, like he was telling me he didn't believe in ghosts, or unicorns. I stared at him, shocked into silence.
"How can you not believe in love?" I asked him. He shrugged.
"I just don't."
"Wow. Well, I'm not going to sit here and try to convince you that love is real. I'm too tired. But if I wasn't so tired, I would." I said. He laughed.
"You want to go to sleep?" he asked.
"What time is it?" I asked him.
"Three forty-five." He said. I gaped.
"In the morning? Shit! I have school tomorrow!" I hissed.
"So do I…are you seriously planning to go to school after everything that's happened today?" he asked disbelievingly.
"Well…I don't want to fall behind." I said weakly. He scoffed.
"Ally, you're a genius. There's no way you won't be able to catch up. Have the next couple of days off." He said. The old Ally Dawson would have been horrified by the idea, but the new Ally found herself agreeing.
"I guess. Aw, dammit. I have nothing to sleep in. Or to wear tomorrow." I muttered. I could sleep in what I was wearing, but I'd still have nothing to wear in the morning.
"Well you could just wear those clothes again tomorrow." He said, shrugging like it was no big deal.
"Yeah, and what would I sleep in?" I asked him. He smiled and licked his lips suggestively.
"You don't have to wear anything to sleep in…" he said. I hit him with a pillow and he laughed.
"In your dreams." I muttered, glaring at him.
"Definitely."
"Definitely what?"
"In my dreams." It took me a minute to get it, but when I did I hit him again.
"Ew, Austin! I can't believe you just said you were going to dream about me naked!" I groaned.
"It wouldn't be the first time." He shrugged. I hit him again, blushing furiously.
"Shut up, Austin, just shut up." I squealed.
"Relax, I'm kidding. I'll find you something to wear." He said, getting up to rifle through his drawers. He came back with a pair of sweatpants and a red t-shirt. Of course, they were miles to big, but I figured they were better than nothing.
"Where can I change?" I asked him. He gestured around the room.
"In here." I rolled my eyes.
"Turn around then." I told him. He frowned.
"Excuse me? You are a guest in my house, and you have the nerve to order me around?" he said, pretending to be offended.
"I'm serious, Austin."
"Fine. I'll look away. But I'm not promising I won't peek." He said as he turned around.
"If you're my friend, you won't peek." I said, quickly pulling my shirt over my head, just as he turned around to reply. I squealed, throwing my shirt at him, luckily hitting him in the face so he couldn't see me. I pulled his shirt on quickly, so thankfully all he saw was a little bit of my stomach.
"Sheesh, Ally! Why are you so shy?" he said, sounding a little pissed.
"I just am. Sorry if that bothers you. Could you please look away again so I can put the sweatpants on?" I asked him.
"Whatever." He sighed.
I changed bottoms quickly, hating that I couldn't change my underwear but not prepared to mention that to Austin.
"You done?" he asked. I nodded, then realised he couldn't see me.
"Yeah." I replied, folding my jeans and shirt.
"You need anything? A drink, something to eat?" He asked.
"No, I'm fine. Actually, do you have any baby wipes?" I asked him.
"Why?"
"I need to wipe my make-up off, else I'll get spots."
"Oh. Right. My mom probably has some, I'll go look." He said, then left the room before I could thank him. I sighed, lying down on the couch. I felt so confused; just two days ago I literally hated this guy, and now here I was, in his bedroom, planning to spend the night. Austin is such a great guy, and as it turns out, a great friend. This did seem like things were going fast, but to me it felt like months ago that we had had that first tutoring session. It felt like we had been friends for ages.
I must have been more tired than I thought, because the next thing I remember is waking up to bright sunlight. I rubbed my eyes, then groaned. I was going to have panda eyes, and probably get spots. But I was surprised to find that my make-up had been wiped off. I smiled, assuming that Austin had done it. Unless I was so tired I couldn't remember doing it myself, but I doubted it. I was also wrapped in a blanket, which I didn't remember picking up myself. I climbed off the couch and stood up. Austin was sprawled across his bed on his back, shirtless. I blushed and looked away. I needed the bathroom, but wasn't sure where it was so I decided to wait.
After twenty minutes I started getting impatient. I hated sitting around not doing anything, so I decided to get dressed. Austin was asleep so he wouldn't be able to look. I pulled the shirt over my head and took off the sweatpants, before realising that my clothes weren't on the floor by the couch where I had left them.
"Shit." I muttered, looking around. I checked everywhere, practically running around Austin's bedroom, but I couldn't find them anywhere. Until I looked up. And there they were, just lying on a shelf, my neatly folded clothes. The only problem? The shelf was above Austin's bed. Cursing under my breath again, I wondered what I could do. I wouldn't be able to reach them without standing on the bed, which would bring my practically naked body in close proximity to Austin, which wasn't good. I could have just put Austin's clothes back on until he woke up. But then I would have to risk him peeking again, and I was just too stubborn anyway. So, hoping he was a heavy sleeper, I crept over to his bed and tried to grab my clothes, but I couldn't reach. Holding my breath, I climbed onto the bed and grab the shelf to keep my balance.
"Mmmf." Austin moaned in his sleep, turning and grabbing my leg. Surprised, I yelped, trying to pull myself away, and I fell off the bed. Austin bolted upright, looking around. I crossed my fingers and hoped he wouldn't look down at me, but of course he did. His eyes widened, and his mouth slowly curved upwards into a smirk.
"You know, if you were going to climb into bed with me, I'd rather you ditched the underwear and woke me up first." He said cockily. I felt ,my cheeks burn up again and grabbed the first thing I saw to cover myself up with.
"Shut up Austin. This is your fault, not mine. You put my clothes up there." I huffed, embarrassed. He rubbed his eyes and sat up, stretching. I couldn't help but stare at him; he might be skinny, but he has muscle.
"Like what you see?" he grinned. I blushed even more, standing up and trying to cover myself with the hoodie I had picked up.
"Relax, Ally. You don't have to cover up any more, I've already seen everything." He joked. I could tell he wasn't expecting me to agree with him, but I was feeling brave.
"I guess." I said, dropping the hoodie. He stared at me, open-mouthed, and I stood on the bed and grabbed my clothes. When I stepped down again I looked at him, still staring at me, and smirked.
"Like what you see?" I copied his words. He nodded.
"A lot." He said huskily. Suddenly, things weren't light-hearted and funny anymore. I felt my heart speed up, and my breathing became shallow. Trying to shake it off, I turned around and started to pull my shirt on. I felt a hand on my hip, then on the other, as Austin pulled me back.
"Austin!" I squeaked as he spun me around, but he cut off whatever else I was planning to say with a searing kiss. For a second I was frozen, unsure what to do, and then I felt him start to pull away and I kissed him back. This was different to anything I had experienced before, even with Dallas. I thought what I had had with Dallas was hot, but it was nothing compared to this. This was much more raw, more wild. I felt things Dallas had never made me feel. Things I didn't think I could feel.
Before I knew it I was straddling him, my knees on the bed either side of him. I shivered as he ran his hands down my sides, brushing the fabric of my panties. I moaned against his lips and felt him fall back, lying down on the bed with me lying on top of him. I straightened my legs and he rolled us over, hovering over me as we broke apart, struggling for breath. I felt him run his hands across my stomach and up, to brush the bottom of my bra. Suddenly I wanted it off, wanted everything off. And that scared me enough to push him away, roll over, and try to catch my breath.
"Ally?" he asked.
"I'm sorry. I-I can't." I panted. I felt his hand on my back.
"Don't be sorry. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have…I was supposed to be your friend." He said, sounding guilty.
"You are my friend. And I feel like we could be more than that…but three days ago I hated you, Austin. And it doesn't feel like that. I honestly feel like we have been friends for months right now. But we haven't. And I can't…that was just too fast. We got caught up in the moment. And I'm not saying I regret it. But I would have regretted it if I went further…" I said, blushing.
"I understand. I just…it felt like a dream, Ally. After liking you for all these years, watching you from the back of the classroom…and then you were in my bedroom, lying on the floor, in your underwear…I couldn't resist. I really am sorry." He said, and from the honest look in his eyes I knew he was telling the truth.
"Wow. Austin Moon, serial womaniser and resident bad boy of Miami High, apologising to Ally Dawson, serial loner and resident good girl of Miami High, for almost seducing her. Never thought I would see the day." I laughed, and suddenly things weren't awkward. We were just two friends. I didn't want to forget it, but I knew that if I wanted us to be friends, and maybe progress into something more, I would have to at the very least put it to the back of my mind.
I got dressed quickly, this time not worried at all about Austin seeing me because, hey, he's pretty much seen, and felt, it all now. I blushed at the thought. We snuck downstairs, since Austin didn't want to have to face either of his parents, and left by the front door.
"So, where do you wanna go?" he asked me as we climbed into his car. I shrugged.
"What do you usually do when you skip school?" I asked him. He shrugged.
"I usually get out of town, just in case anyone sees me and calls the school. But we don't have to-"
"No, getting out of town sounds good." I smiled. He grinned back and gunned the engine, making me jump. We sped out of town, just below the speed limit, although it felt like we were going much faster than that.
Eventually Austin pulled over on a small car park by the beach. I frowned.
"We're going to the beach?" I asked. He nodded.
"Yeah. Is that okay?" he asked. I sighed, but nodded.
"Yeah. It's fine, I guess. I just…I've had some pretty bad experiences at the beach. But I'm sure this will be fine." I said. We got out of the car and Austin went around to the boot to grab something. He came back with a huge beach ball with a big moustache on it. I laughed so hard I nearly fell over.
"Where did you get that? I have to have one!" I squeezed out between giggles. He smiled.
"You can have this one." He said.
"Oh my God really? I love you!" I squealed, laughing like a lunatic.
We hung out on the beach for hours, running around with the beach ball and having a blast. I forgot about all my past experiences at the beach and just let myself have fun with Austin. We sunbathed; or rather I sunbathed while Austin tried to bury my legs. And then we waited for the tide to come in and we ran around in the sea. When the tide finally went out again and the temperature dropped we decided to go get something to eat. We found a little tourist café and ordered the seafood platter for two. The waitress was staring at Austin, and kept coming back over to ask if we wanted anything else. Eventually, once she left for the seventh time, Austin turned to me.
"I know you wanted us to be friends and everything, but could you do me one favour?" he asked. I wondered what he meant, but I nodded anyway.
"Sure, anything." I replied. I was about to ask what but he looked around, saw that she was coming back over, and then grabbed me. He whispered in my ear; 'play along', then kissed me. I figured that it was just an act, but I couldn't help but love it. We kissed for ages, only coming up for breath when we heard someone clear their throat beside us. We looked over and the waitress was there, looking seriously pissed off. She was also holding our food.
"Your food." She said shortly, unceremoniously dumping it down on the table and storming away. We waited until she was out of sight, and then burst out laughing.
"That was so mean. She obviously liked you." I said. Being me, I couldn't help but feel sorry for her.
"She was creepy. She just kept coming over. It's kinda obvious that we're here as a couple, yet she didn't seem to care." He said, shrugging.
"Only we aren't here as a couple…" I said. He grinned.
"Well, it looks like we are. Even before the kiss." He said, and I had to agree.
"I suppose."
We ate the food, which was surprisingly good, in silence, and when we were done a different waitress came to clear it away. We left smiling, and I asked Austin what time it was.
"Four thirty." He told me. I sighed.
"Well, I guess I need to go home."
"What?" he asked, sounding surprised and a little disappointed?
"I need to get some clothes and stuff, since I'm staying at your place for the next couple of days. I suppose I could deal with wearing your clothes, but I need my own underwear." I said. He nodded.
"Okay, so do you want a lift?"
"Nah, I was gonna walk."
"It's, like, forty miles away." He said. I laughed.
"Haven't you ever heard of sarcasm? Of course I want a lift." I laughed. He joined in, and we walked back to his car. We had mostly dried off since the sea, but Austin still put blankets over the seats. I laughed.
"Why do guys always get protective about their cars?" I asked him. He shrugged.
"It's just a guy thing. The two things we feel like we have to protect; our cars, and our girls."
"Aw, sweet. I wish every guy thought like that." I sighed.
"Most do. You were just unlucky enough to find one of the few that don't."
"Yeah, and stupid enough to sleep with him." I muttered. I know he heard, but he didn't say anything. There was nothing for him to say.
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