Author's Note: To all those that requested, this is your little bit of "Auslly Action"...not a lot, but still enough :)

I don't own Austin and Ally or any song mentioned.

I sat down on my bed, gazing at the ceiling. We had yet to go meet Cassidy's brother and his fiancee.

"Hey, Ally!" Trish yelled. "You have to come see this!"

I sighed.

Quickly, I got up from the bed and hurried towards Trish's voice.

"What?" I grumbled.

"Look here!" she squealed, shoving a photo album in my face.

I took it from her, and raised an eyebrow.

"Uh, why?"

"JUST LOOK!" Trish yelled in delight.

My curiosity was piqued.

I flipped through the album effortlessly. It looked ancient and it had definitely seen better days.

"WAIT!" Trish shrieked.

My hand paused before it could flip another page.

"And what now?" I asked.

"Look," she breathed, her eyes shining with mischief.

Trish stared down at the album in delight.

I followed her eyes to a small faded photograph.

It was a picture of a small five year old boy. I could make out that he was a blonde, scrawny kid. His eyes danced with mirth but his mouth turned down in a pout. It was a pout that was scarily familiar.

"Is that...?" I asked Trish.

"If you're gonna say Austin, then yea. I'm pretty sure it's him."

I looked back at the picture. A little girl was beside him.

Her platinum blonde hair was pulled tightly in two pigtails. They were held with one of those overly colorful hair ties. Her eyes were a sparkling gray as she clutched onto Austin's arm and her smile was bright and brilliant.

"Who's that...?" I trailed off.

"I'm gonna assume it's Cassidy." Trish stated.

I quirked up in eyebrow.

"Practically the whole album is filled with pictures of Cassidy. And I'm pretty sure since, y'know, Cassidy lives here, then it must be hers," she elaborated.

I nodded, still staring at the pic.

"Can I see the album?" I asked Trish.

She shrugged handing it over.

I went to the couch and flipped through it.

There were plenty of pictures of Austin and Cassidy, which made my stomach boil.

"You done yet?" Trish asked, licking an ice cream.

"Yeah! Psshhht, why wouldn't I be done? Y'know I was actually waiting for you to ask me 'cause it'd be rude if I just, y'know threw the album on the floor saying I was done. Yea..." I trailed off.

Trish smirked.

"You may wanna show him what you found..." Trish suggested.

"First of all, you found it not I! And second of all, why?"

"No reason...just go on wait for him in his room. He's not there right now, but I'm sure he'll come around."

Something was twinkling in Trish's eyes and I didn't like it.

I sighed. There was no discouraging Trish.

"But don't stay there too long! We need to meet Cassidy's brother in, like, half an hour," Trish called out.

I shook my head. Sometimes I wondered what was going on in that brain of hers, but other times I really didn't want to know.

I suddenly stopped in my tracks.

I was going to AUSTIN MONICA MOON'S ROOM! I couldn't go in there alone. I mean, what if I suddenly had an urge to hug his pillow or something equally embarrassing. The chances are very slim, but ANYTHING could happen. Oh no...what if Austin walks in on me having cuddly wuddly time with his pillow?

"Trish! Come with me," I yelled.

Trish faltered.

"NOW!"

We walked into the boys' room. It was bigger than ours, but Trish really wanted the pink room. And it was obvious that neither Austin nor Dez would settle for a cramped, hot pink room.

Austin wasn't in the room like Trish had said.

Oh well, I thought.

I sat down on the corner of the bed (as far away as I could be from the pillow...the pillow the smelt just like Austin...) and hummed on the newest song I was working on. It wasn't for Austin. No, he'd say it was too sappy for him. Suddenly I had an urge to belt out the lyrics.

"Cause all I know is we said hello

And your eyes look like coming home

All I know is a simple name, everything has changed

All I know is you held the door

You'll be mine and I'll be yours

All I know since yesterday is everything has changed"

(Everything Has Changed sung by Taylor Swift and Ed Sheeran)

My voice grew louder as I went deeper into the lyrics.

"Ally? What're you doing here?" I heard Austin's voice behind me.

I turned around and immediately regretted it.

Austin stood there in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.

I gulped forcing my eyes to meet his. This was awkward.

Don't drool, Ally I thought . Whatever you do, DON'T DROOL.

"Uh hi!" I squeaked. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Trish sneak away, giving me a thumbs up. WHAT. THE. HECK?!

He smiled. His hair had water droplets on it.

"What are you doin' here, Als," he asked.

"Trishtoldmetoshowyouthis!" I babbled.

I tried to divert my attention from...

WHEREVER IT WAS AT THE MOMENT IS NOT IMPORTANT!

Oh look! Birdy! Look at the birdy, Ally! Look. At. The. Birdy!

"What?"

I sheepishly showed him the album I was hiding behind my back.

He took it and flipped through it.

His eyes widened.

He shook his head mumbling something like, "She got more stalkerish over the years."

I laughed.

He looked at me, eyes filled with interest.

"Were you singing a new song?" he asked.

I blushed.

"Yea, but not for you."

Wait, that came out wrong! I mentally slapped myself.

I know you hate slow songs..." I trailed off awkwardly.

He shook his head.

"No! No, that was actually a really great song! Can I hear it?"

"Maybe later..."

He looked disappointed.

"Because right now we have to get ready to meet Cassidy's brother."

Austin's eyes brightened.

"Carter!" he squealed.

I raised in eyebrow in question.

"Out you go! Need to change..." he stated, but smirked. "Unless..."

"I'm going," I piped up, extremely sure that my cheeks were as red as a fire truck. Quickly shuffling out of the room, I headed into my own.

"What took you so long?" Trish winked.

I stared at her.

"Did you know Austin was about to come into the room, in that apparel?" I asked her, even though I already knew the answer.

Trish pretended to look scandalized.

"Why, Ally! You-"

I held up my hand.

"Trish! I'm serious!"

"Um, that's not relevant!"

I sighed. I wasn't going to get an answer out of her.

"Whatever! Let's just get dressed for dinner."

"Light green mini dress or high waisted floral print skirt with this white ruffle blouse?" Trish asked me, holding up said garments.

"For you?" I asked, because Trish always went for more brightly colored attire.

"No way! For you, silly!"

"Oh. I'd go with the mini dress. Or is that too classy?"

"Nah, there having some fancy dinner party because some dude that won a Nobel Prize is coming."

"Oh wow! Okay, I'll go with the dress."

We quickly dressed. Trish wore a mini dress too, except it was way more sparkly and bright than mine. But I didn't care; I always preferred more sober colors.

"Makeup!" Trish sang, holding up a mascara stick.

"Only you would get so excited over makeup." I stated.

"And only you," she retorted, "would not."

I rolled my eyes.

I went to our dressing table to grab a cheap Chapstick that I got from the drugstore.

Trish quickly hurried beside me.

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!" she exclaimed, "What do you think you're doing?"

"What does it look like?" I asked, waving the Chapstick in the air.

"No."

"What?"

"No. You are not going to wear that! No way! No way, Jose! No freakin way! No-"

"I get it!"

Trish looked right at me, a sly smile widening on her face.

"I know just the thing!"

I raised an eyebrow.

"What thing?"

" A thing that will make Austin fall on his feet, begging you to go on a date with him. Maybe even marry him!"

I blanched.

She held up a dark colored lipstick and several other makeup tools I didn't recognize.

"What's that for?" I asked, pointing to a tool that looked like a death trap.

"Eyelashes!" she exclaimed.

"Excuse me?" I mustn't have heard right...what would that have to do with eyelashes?!

"Eyelashes." She stared at me as if I was the most slowest person on the planet.

"This," she elaborated, after a silence that went on for eons, holding a scary looking device that almost resembled scissors, "makes your eyes look pretty."

"HUH?!"

"It curls your lashes."

"Why would I want to curl my freak'n lashes?"

"Why wouldn't you?"

I groaned in frustration.

"Whatever, just forget it..."

"Forget what?"

I banged my head on the bed we were sitting on. Sadly, banging your head on the bed isn't the best way to keep Trish from yapping your head off.

"OH GOD, ALLY! YOU COULD HAVE MESSED UP YOUR HAIR!"

"Who cares!" I mumbled into a pillow.

"AUSTIN DOES!"

"Why would he care?!"

"He wouldn't but you gotta be drop dead gorgeous, Ally! You have to make Cassidy jealous. You have to make Austin want you. You have to!"

I glared at her.

"Just this once..." I said slowly, but only because I wanted her off my back and to stop screaming gibberish at me. There was no other reason! Heck no!

She smiled.

"Do I look alright?" I asked Trish for the hundredth time.

She smiled.

"You look beyond beautiful."

"Thanks," I said, glancing back at the mirror. The creature that stood in front of me looked more mature yet innocent.

My lips were colored the softest, lightest pink, yet the looked glossy and shone. My cheeks had a light pink blush.

My eyes looked wide like big doe eyes. Black kohl outlined them, making them appear larger and the gray eyeshadow gave it a slightly smoky effect.

My hair was in a french twist, a few strands of hair framing my face.

I let myself smile.