A/N- there isn't very much left:( but I might make a sequel to the sequel if I get inspired to. Disclaimer- I don't own A&A and I forgot to mention I don't own "Put Your Hearts Up" by Ariana Grande.

Ally's POV

I'm meeting Austin at the Melody Diner. But it's not a date. We're friends. I hope we'll still be friends. I don't want us kissing to change our lives. Bzzzzz.. I feel my phone go off.

From- Austin

Ally I'm being held up b there soon :)

I send a text back.

To- Austin

Where r u being held up?

From- Austin

MMK mom is being annoying

To-Austin

ok just hurry

From- Austin

I will:)

I smile and put my phone away. About ten minutes later, he rushes into the diner.

"Sorry I'm late." He says breathlessly.

"It's okay." I smile. He smiles back. I love his smile.. Blush Alert.. Oh my God why do I have such an easily set off Blush Gland or whatever it is?! Oh well. It's Austin, he won't think anything is up.

Or will he?

"So, has Dez finished putting the movie together yet?" I ask.

"Almost. He said he needs to reshoot a scene." Austin says.

"What scene?"

"Not sure. He just told me that we need to reshoot a scene." He tells me. We order our food from the waitress.

Trish's POV

Oh my God.

Dez is being SO difficult! He keeps trying to fix the script so someone out of Troy & Lauren gets eaten.

"No, you idiot! Just change it so Austin and Ally kiss again! They're gonna feel something, I know it!" I keep screaming at him. And he keeps just changing some lines. I'm done.

"Gimme that!" I yell, snatching the script out of his hand. I scribble down (readably scribble, unlike Ally when she handwrites fast. Calligraphy Camp my ass.) some lines and show Dez.

"Or you could do that." He mumbles childishly. "I like my idea better."

"No, Freckles, my idea will get Austin and Ally together for sure!" I say, smiling at the end of the sentence.

"Don't call me Freckles!" He folds his arms. He's such a kid!

"I'll call you whatever I wanna call you." I snap. If you're wondering how I've dealt with him for these past couple of years, it hasn't been easy. At all. Lots and lots of ignoring and insulting. "C'mon now, we gotta go meet 'em at the beach!" I pull him by his arm.

A/N- naughty Trish! Sorry its so short. Review please, and please take the poll about what story I should write next, which is on my user page!