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Chapter 6

Austin's POV

"Trish, how about this one? "Ally asked, holding up a dress. Team Austin was currently at a dress shop at the mall, shopping for, well, dresses to wear for the dance. Actually, Ally and Trish were trying to find a dress to wear. Austin and Dez had been talked into, more like forced, to come. No one had wanted to argue with Trish once she'd made up her mind.

Trish took one look at the cheetah print dress and frowned. "Eww, no!"

Ally put the dress back on the rack and sighed. Come on, Trish. The dance is tonight. You don't really have time to be picky."

Austin shook his head. How did they get stuck in this position anyways? Oh, right. The girls hadn't found anything right the day they went shopping nearly a week ago. And the four of them just hadn't had the time to go shopping during the week. Between school, Trish's jobs, the two new songs he and Ally had to write—one for him, one for her—and the new music video they had to shoot, time had flown out the window. How they had managed to do all that stuff was a miracle in itself. So if all that could be done in a week, surely they could find dresses for both Ally and Trish in two hours, right? Austin certainly hoped so.

"Trish, I really don't think this is necessary!" Ally complained. "Why do we have to buy a new dress? Why can't we just wear old ones?"

Trish sighed in exasperation. "Because you don't have a dress that's fit for a dance. You have casual dresses, not dance dresses. And my dress doesn't fit me anymore. So yeah, we need a dress for tonight."

"Ok, fine," Ally huffed in defeat. "But I really don't think this one is my style."

"Come on, Ally, just go try it on."

Ally groaned. "Fine. But I still don't think it'll look good." She disappeared into the dressing room.

"Wow," Dez said, walking up to Austin. "Girls are so picky."

Austin nodded his head in agreement. Before he could say something, his girlfriend reappeared, and he had to restrain himself from laughing. She was wearing a huge tiger print dress. There was a couple layers under the skirt, making it puff up like a large tiger print pumpkin. All in all, she looked ridiculous in the dress.

"Um, you help Trish, and I'll help Ally, ok?" Austin turned to his best friend, who nodded.

"Yeah, they're going to need all the help they can get." Dez walked off to find Trish.

"Austin," Ally said, walking up to him. "Help! Trish is making me try on these ridiculous dresses!"

This time, Austin couldn't stop himself from laughing. "Yeah, they're pretty weird," he agreed. "It would work if you were going for the 'weirdest dress of the year' award."

"Austin! I'm serious!" Ally whined, slapping his arm. "Help me!"

"Ok, well, then, what do you want me to do? Get you a smoothie or something?" he asked.

"What? No! Pick out a dress."

"'Scuse me?" he asked, not believing his ears. If his girlfriend had said what he thought she said…he'd be in trouble.

"Pick out a dress for me to try on," Ally repeated.

"I'm not sure that's such a great idea, Ally." Austin had never been very good at picking out clothes for girls. The things he picked out were either 'too old' or 'too young'. But then again, the only girl he'd picked clothes out for was his mother, and that was only one time. He'd had no choice—he'd been dragged along on that shopping spree. It wasn't something he'd want to ever do again.

"Please, Austin," Ally begged him. "Just do it, please?"

He sighed, knowing he couldn't say no to Ally. "Fine." He walked over to one of the racks, and after careful consideration, picked out four dresses. "Here," he said, handing them to Ally. "Try these on."

"Ok." She took them and skipped into the dressing room. "Thanks! I'll be right out," she called out.

While Austin waited, he noticed Dez and Trish looking at some of the dresses at the other side of the store. Trish was already carrying an armload of dresses. I guess she's going to try all of the on, Austin thought to himself.

Again, it was Ally's voice that pulled him out of his thoughts. "How's this one?" She was wearing the pink dress he had picked. It hugged her body, and had a long skirt that went down to her ankles. It looked nice, but it wasn't her style. Austin shook his head, and Ally walked back into the room. A few minutes later, she came out wearing the red one. This dress was strapless and the whole bodice was covered with sparkles—definitely not Ally. They both looked at each other and shook their heads at the same time. Ally went to try on the third dress—a violet one.

When she walked out, Austin smiled. "This could be the one." Ally looked stunning in the dress—it was simple, yet elegant. The dress was sleeveless, and had a little strip of fabric running around the collar. The skirt ended just before Ally's knees.

Ally grinned. "Awesome. But I'm going to try the 4th dress anyways, just in case." She blew him a kiss, which he pretended to catch and put in his pocket. This caused Ally to laugh. "So cheesy, Austin. I'll be right back."

As he waited, he again looked for Trish and Dez, wondering how they were holding up. Finally, he spotted his friend standing by himself in front of a dressing room door. Austin figured Trish was trying on her many choices. Austin waved to Dez, who waved back and added an exasperated face. Austin laughed at his friend's obvious impatience.

The sound of a door opening made him turn around. What he saw took his breath away. There stood Ally wearing a midnight blue dress. The color complimented her eyes. The bodice reminded Austin of a tunic—the sleeves went halfway down her arms. A wide sash began at her ribs and down to the stomach. It morphed into a loose skirt that flowed down to her knees. Austin was speechless. Ally looked amazing.

"Austin?" He brown doe eyes gazed at him. "What do you think?"

Austin opened his mouth to speak, and closed it again like a guppy. He gulped and cleared his throat and tried again, but no sound come out.

"Austin?" Ally asked, sounding worried.

That's when Austin found his voice. "It's perfect," he breathed. "This is the one." The dress made Ally look like an angel.

"You think so?" Ally asked, blushing.

Austin nodded. "Now I'm going to have to wear a suit to match you," he joked.

This got a grin out of Ally. "Alright, Austin, wear whatever you want. I'm going to go change. Thanks for picking this out for me."

Austin grinned. Who know he'd be the one that would pick out the perfect dress for his girlfriend? Maybe he could pick out clothes for girls after all. Still smiling, he walked over to Trish and Dez who were, of course, arguing about something. As he got closer, he realized that the argument was about the dress Trish currently had on.

"But I don't like it!" Trish argued.

"But I don't want to wait for you to try on another ten dresses!" Dez complained.

"Hey, Trish," Austin interrupted. "That's like, the bazillionth dress you've tried on today. Are you sure you didn't find one you liked?"

"None of them are right!" Trish exclaimed.

"Yeah," Dez added. "They're all too plain." Austin gave Dez a strange look. Wasn't he just complaining about how he didn't want to wait for Trish much longer? But Austin put that thought aside. This was Dez he was talking about. Dez, who always changed his mind.

"Anyways," Dez continued. "Shouldn't you be helping Ally find a dress?"

"Yeah, and we found one," Austin simply said.

Trish looked surprised. "Already? What does it look like?"

Austin gave her a mysterious grin. "You'll find out at the dance tonight."

"Oh, you mean the blue one with the sash? Yeah, that was a pretty good one."

"Dez!" Austin scolded.

"What?" Dez put on an innocent face.

Trish just raised her eyebrows. Before she could say anything, a voice interrupted them.

And that's a wrap! lol. But seriously, please let me know what you think. :)

Until next time, stay AWESOME! :)

~amillipede