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it pulled me in

Austin was waiting in his house, dreading his desired time that he had wished for Ally to come.

It was a lovely Saturday. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, the breeze gave off a nice movie effect. Austin was sitting in his kitchen with his notebook and binder all ready and prepared. He sighed when another minute passed, indicating that Ally Dawson was indeed fifteen minutes late.

He wondered what was so much more important than getting homework done on a Saturday.

Oh.

Austin grumbled as he accidentally held his pen too hard. He tended to do that when he was thinking about things. The blue pen exploded and ink ran down the sides of his fist and down onto his clothes and the table. He dropped the emptying pen on the table in disbelief.

"Aw crap!"

Austin went to go get some paper towels to wipe up the mess. He realized that they had run out of paper towels. Just his luck. Austin tried finding something to clean up the mess. He walked around the kitchen, looking for a dishtowel or something.

Austin's clothes where stained. His sweatpants and simple Beatles t-shirt had blue ink splattered all over them. His hand had also been stained a sickly shade of dark blue, making it look like he had just dunked his hand into a bucket of paint. Austin sighed in disbelief, not sure why his kitchen hadn't got a damn towel.

Ding-dong!

Austin was about to turn the tap on when he heard the doorbell go. He couldn't exactly leave someone who was late to wait, and he couldn't exactly not wash his hand either. Austin sighed, pushing the tap so the water shut off. He walked over to the front door, hoping Ally didn't mind he looked like he just got lucky with a Smurf.

Austin opened the door, not wanting to look her in the eye. He looked at his socked-feet instead. He wiggled his toes a little as she spoke up.

"Feeling a little blue? Ally giggled a little at her own joke. Austin looked up. She wore ripped skinny jeans that was nicely complimented with a navy blue tank top. She had a leather vest on which made her look like some old-fashioned biker. She was also wearing converse that were laced tightly.

"My pen exploded," he mumbled softly. Ally nodded and whisked past him into his little house. "Oh, please come in," he sighed dramatically, though to himself. He closed the door softly and followed Ally into his kitchen where he set the notes for the project up. Austin gasped as he realized his pen had got to his fresh, lined paper as well, inking the corner of the pages. He quickly ripped them out of his binder in one swift motion and tossed them into his trashcan.

He clenched his teeth and sucked the air in harshly. Ally was looking at him with a stony expression in which he just said, "Sorry," and began to clean up the mess. He motioned for her to sit down on one of the chairs as he finally began to wash his hand and wipe the table with an old rag he found lying around.

The room was awfully silent as he faced away from the most dangerous girl in school, cleaning up an exploded pen. He rubbed the surface of the kitchen countertop, making sure it was sparkling before he washed the rag in warm water. He was aware that Ally was watching him the entire time. She didn't say anything however, which made him nervous. He had an itch that told him she wasn't just watching him, but studying him.

Austin finally rolled the rag up, twisting it in his large hands to squeeze the water out. He finished and placed the rag on his stove top. Austin walked back over to the counter and took a seat across from Ally. It was okay. They had the counter between them.

Ally was still staring at him with her big doe eyes. She looked at him with no emotion at all, as if she were looking right through him. But no, her eyes were focused on him. Austin swallowed nervously when suddenly she leaned over the counter, showing off her cleavage. But apparently, that wasn't what she had in mind.

"You missed a spot," she spoke. She reached across the counter to gently dab a tissue onto his face. He stood still as she wiped away the blue ink from his face. Austin shivered as she pulled away and tossed the tissue into the trash. It left him feeling odd that someone so edgy could be so gentle and soft.

Austin cleared his throat and mumbled a thanks. He watched as Ally suddenly scooted her chair closer to his, so they were on the same side of the island. He gulped but relaxed as she leaned over to read his neat notes.

"So, you've started without me?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. Austin nodded. Finally, something they could talk about without him getting tongue tied.

"Yeah," he said. Usually, he was the one bound to do all the work anyways. Austin frowned as Ally was still reading his work and didn't say anything. "Sorry. It's just, usually I do all the work..."

"It's alright," she waved a hand at him and smiled sweetly. Austin nodded. He watched as Ally suddenly took a pen from his pencil case. She swept her arm across the pages of notes and wrote something down. He read over her shoulder as she wrote.

-Scars you for life

Austin stared with wide eyes as she wrote down more hateful things about life-changing events. He sat in his seat, however, waiting for her to finish. Austin was polite, no matter what.

"Tell me why you hate this so much," he said. Ally turned to look at him. She narrowed her eyes at him, giving him a stare that was bound to make any kid pee their pants.

"Didn't I already?" She motioned to the bout of points she just wrote down. Austin shook his head, unknowingly.

"No!" He snapped. "I mean why do you hate it. Personally." He said. Ally just sighed and turned away from him, waving her hand. She gritted her teeth. Austin could tell because her jaw flexed.

"I-I... It's just easier to write about, okay?" She whipped her head around to snap at him. Austin stared at her with wide eyes. He probably looked like a deer that was caught in headlights, afraid and startled. Ally still bore that wild look on her, but she took in a breath and relaxed.

"Okay."

...

Half an hour later, they had absolutely nothing other than what Ally had written down. Austin whipped a blue hand through his hair before settling back down on his notes. Ally had gone to the living room to 'take a break,' also known as giving up. Austin tried to started the speech with the simple greets and everything, but he just couldn't concentrate.

Austin heard a rumble coming from his stomach. He rubbed a hand over his abdomen and walked around the counter to the fridge. He poked his head inside the cooler, finding nothing appetizing but a pumpkin pie. Austin licked his lips appreciatively.

He was about to fork the whole thing into his mouth with one big bite until he remembered that he had company. Austin debated whether or not to be a bad person and eat the whole thing right there, but he sighed.

Alas, Austin Moon was not a bad person.

Pie in hand, Austin popped his head around the corner of the doorway, spotting Ally with her feet kicked up on one side of his couch. She was laying on the other. Her eyes were glued to her phone screen as she lazily acknowledged his existence. Austin cleared his throat as he took the fork from where it was clamped in his mouth.

"Want some pie?"

Ally perked up and smiled at him politely. It looked like a genuine smile, like she was letting her guard down for once. Or maybe she was just hungry.

"Sure! What kind is that?" Ally shifted her eyes to his hand as she was beside him in an instant. Austin smiled as she seemed interested in a pie. Though, he was also confused as why a pie held her attention rather than their speech.

"Pumpkin," he said. Ally sat down on the other side of the counter. Austin got out two plates and split the pie, asking her if she wanted the bigger piece or the smaller since he split them unevenly.

"I'll have the smaller piece," she said. Austin frowned at her. It wasn't the fact that she was being polite. He knew that she just didn't want to eat a lot.

"And I'm giving you the bigger piece since you look like you need it," he gestured to her skinny frame in which she huffed. He was glad he didn't offend her since he knew girls got sensitive over their weights and things. Austin slid the piece of pie over to Ally who just mumbled her thanks.

They ate in silence for a bit before Austin cleared his throat. He got a piece of pie stuck in his esophagus. Austin then remembered that he had whipped cream in his fridge. Austin got up and walked over to his sleek, silver fridge. He pulled on the handle for the fridge and rummaged through his refrigerated items. Austin perked up when he found his can of whipped cream.

Austin returned to his seat in silence, Ally's eyes on him. He shook the tiny container as it said so. Austin popped the cap off and pushed the tiny nozzle with his finger, positioning it on top of his half-finished pumpkin pie excitedly.

Nothing came out.

Austin frowned. He recapped the bottle and shook it again, adding more force. Austin was aware that Ally was watching him. Maybe when he got the cream to come out, he would offer her some. Mostly because he didn't want to offer it to her, and then having none left.

Austin uncapped the bottle and then pushed the nozzle using his index finger, lining up the entrance again. Still, the cream refused to come out. Austin huffed and raised the can to his face, looking through the tiny hole where the whip cream was supposed to make its appearance. He pushed down on the nozzle.

Suddenly, a burst of whip cream came out, splattering all over his face. Austin made a disgruntled noise, almost flailing off his chair. Austin was sure his face would be bright red if it weren't for the layer of white over it.

Ally was laughing.

"O-oh my god, Austin!" She giggled. Austin had never heard her laugh before. Usually, it was a fake laugh that she gave to one of her entourage groupies. But this was different. It sounded light, happy, almost angelic. It filled the emptiness of his kitchen.

Austin stuck his tongue out at her. He used his hearing to figure out where she was, since his eyes were covered in dairy whip. Ally only laughed harder. He imagined the little brunette doubling over and clutching her stomach, laughing her heart out. He felt like grinning. Her laugh was the most beautiful noise he had ever heard.

Austin wiped the mess from his eyes, spotting Ally with her head back and eyes closed, laughing. He smirked. Slowly, without making a noise, he tiptoed over to her while her voice was the only thing that filled the empty spaces. Austin got closer to her, and as she sat upright and opened her eyes, he pressed the nozzle.

The white dairy sprayed all over her. She shrieked, almost falling off her chair as she stood up, trying to get away from him. He pressed on the nozzle until the whip cream had run out. They were left standing, looking at each other with emotionless faces.

Or whip-creamed faces.

Ally was the first to crack a grin.

And then he doubled over and laughed out loud as she did as well. It felt good to laugh. Good to laugh with someone who was considered the most dangerous person in the entire school. Good to laugh with someone who he had never heard laugh before. It was like, an accomplishment moment.

"First the pen, and then the whip cream! I never knew Austin Moon could be so disgustingly messy!" Ally laughed. Austin shrugged as he threw the empty can away, handing Ally the old, blue-stained rag. He waited for her to dry up. She tossed the towel to him and he rubbed the cream from his glasses, eyes and hair. He shook his hair out, frowning as it became sticky.

Once again, he was aware of Ally's eyes on him. When he turned to face her, she quickly looked away. Austin frowned. Usually, his kitchen was the best environment to work. For school reasons, he meant. Austin shifted his feet uncertainly as he spoke the words out quickly, before he regretted them.

"Wanna get outta here? Like, we could go to..."

"Sure."

end part six

Taaaa daaaa! The 'get lucky with a Smurf' was inspired by a real life experience. :p

Looks like Austin and Ally are getting acquaintedreal nicely! :) The fun (and drama, oops) is just getting started! I'm super excited yayayayayayayayyyyy.

Okay, anyway, have a lovely Friday (or whatever day you read this)! Please leave a review and tell me what you think!