Author's Note

I didn't even realise that it was the day I was supposed to upload! I went to a friends sleep over, and I didn't sleep for 28 hours. So yeah, I am pretty worn out. But I am uploading! So this is in Austin's point of view! So this is completely of topic, but has anbody else realised that on 'Sonny With a Chance' Sonny's name is Allison, and I am asuming Ally's full name is Allison. And they are the same writers. They do a good job, because I was obsessed with Sonny With a Chance, and now I am obsessed with Austin and Ally. And this doesn't happen with any other shows! Anyway, on with the story.

Disclaimer: I do not own Austin and Ally. If I did, Ross Lynch would have to take off his shirt every 5 minutes, just like Taylor Launter in Twlight.

Chapter 4

Austin's POV

"Come on dude! Please!" I begged my best friend Dez. "How am I supposed to find a girl without my wingman?" I exclaim

"You usually do fine without me," He sighs.

"But I'll be lonely!" I whine.

"You won't be when you find a girl," He says chuckling.

"Come on, you don't need to talk to anybody!"

"That's exactly why I don't want to go. I don't want to have to stay while you hook up with some random chick. Plus I promised Jess we'll have the night to ourselves,"

"I think it's animalistic how you just use girls,"

"Nobody asked what you thought Jess," I shout back to Dez's girlfriend. "Man, I don't know how you live with this girl,"

"It's because I love her," He replies simply making me gag.

"He'll never understand it, he doesn't see women as more than objects of lust," Jess comments. Man this girl really pisses me off. "He's just a man-whore,"

"Oh please, I don't know how Dez puts up with your moaning,"

"Like you're any better with your whining," She resorts.

"At least it's not about hair,"

"Maybe you'll understand if you actually got a girlfriend," Dez says cutting in. This made Jess scoff.

"Please, he can never keep a girl for more than a week,"

"I bet I can get a girlfriend for two!" I snap back.

"Really, wanna bet?"

"How's 10 bucks?"

"Sissy. I'm talking real money. 20 bucks,"

"If you've forgotten, I am heart throb Austin Moon. The biggest singer out here right now!"

"Yeah, because that will get you a real relationship," She say sarcastically.

"Fine, it's on, I will get a girlfriend for two weeks,"

"Fine, winner gets 20 bucks,"

"Deal," We both shake on it.

"Now I am going to have an awesome night without you bro," I say walking out the door.

"Bye asshole," Jess says.

"You too, slut," I reply walking out.

I don't need Dez to have fun. Ever since he's been going out with Jess, he's been ignoring me! I have needs too; ones that only best friends can help with.

Now because of her, I have to find a girlfriend. Wow, I haven't had one of those since I was 16. Her name was Cassidy. Then I got famous, and didn't have time for girlfriends. And since then I've been living the good life.

I can find a girl easily; the trouble is not shooting myself. All women do is shopping, and talk about feelings (which I hate doing). Then they ask you how they look, and you say 'fine' but then they try on 20 other outfit just to finally decide that they are going to wear the one they originally picked! Wow, this is going to be harder than I thought.

But there's no way in hell I'm going to let Jess win. I don't really care about money; I've got plenty of it (international superstar here). But my pride is on the line. And then Jess will rub it in my face until Dez decides to dump her crazy butt.

Unfortunately, I don't think that's going to happen. He really loves her. I can see the way he looks at her. He asked her to move in with him a couple of months ago, and I'm sure marriage isn't far in the future. And then I'll loose my best friend to that psycho bitch forever.

Before I know it, I am at the club I know so well. I can park across from the park, because I am a VIP. I also get to cut the line. Being a superstar is awesome! I've picked up countless women here before, and gotten so drunk that I slept for almost 2 days after. Good times.

I walk past Big Burt, the security guard, and do our secret handshake. Did I mention I come here a lot? Now to find a girl. I'm not looking for a girl for the bet tonight. One, I'm pretty sure any girl here doesn't want a relationship, and if they did, they were crazy, and two, I need one last night of freedom from the future relationship I am about to lock myself in for two weeks.

Now to look around for a lonely girl. I slowly analyze the room. I see all the looking at me, and trying to flirt. Aright then, let's do this. Okay, most of these girls look rather slutty, or like a hooker. This is going to be a slow night.

Pushing through the crowd, I make my way to the bar for a drink. I might have better luck if I'm intoxicated. Then some of these girls would actually look somewhat appealing. But before I take a seat, I see a pretty brunette sitting alone at the bar. Score!

Slowly, I walk up to her. Time to turn on my charm.

"And why is such a pretty girl sitting alone at the bar?" I ask in a deep voice, leaning over to her shoulder.

Suddenly she turns around. She has big brown eyes that are lightly coated in eye make up. It is simple, and makes her look beautiful. Not slutty, like all the other girls here

"Well that is because my friend ditched me, and I can't dance to save my life," She replied making me laugh a little.

"Well surely all you need is the right dance partner," I say putting my hand out for her, which she happily takes. I lead her through the crowd into the middle of the dance floor. I can feel all of the envious and jealous glares from all the girls. I mean come on, famous superstar here.

I pull here towards my chest then twirl her under my arm. My dance moves catches her off guard, but then she looks up at me and smiles. Her smile was breath-taking and it light up her whole face. Regaining my cool, I lean in close to her face.

"So what's your name?" I ask in my seductive voice, making a small blush grace her face.

"And why would you like to know that?" She asks in the same kind of voice, catching me of guard this time.

"Because I am a gentleman, and gentlemen don't just dance without knowing their name," I reply pulling her closer to me, trying to gain control again.

"Well you didn't seem to have a problem with it when you asked me to dance" She teased, once again catching me off guard. She's feisty. I like it.

"Well I didn't want to risk waiting, because I would have missed my chance and someone would have whisked you away, being as pretty as you are," I reply, making her smile that beautiful smile, and blush a little.

"Ashley," She replies. I could tell she was lying. No offense but Ashley doesn't suit her. I look down to see her giving me a questioning look. Crap, did I say that out loud?

"You look like you should have a name like Allison, because it's bright," I explain, a little embarrassed. "Just like your smile," I say, regaining my cool. This makes her smile again.

"There it is," I smile while kissing her hand. I have now decided that I love her smile. What is happening? I never care about girls names, let alone care if it suited them or not. And now I'm saying I love her smile?

"What about your name? Isn't it unfair for you to know to know mine? And I don't know yours," She says bringing me back to earth. I give her a surprised look. Does she really not know who I am?

"Austin," I urge. "Austin Moon," Still nothing? Wow, she doesn't get out much.

"Well it is nice to meet you Mr Moon," She says twirling myself under my arm. She really doesn't know.

"So Ashley, what do you do?" I say playing along with the fake name thing, really wanting to start a conversation, still a bit shocked that she doesn't know who I am.

"I don't see what business of it yours what I do," She says in a really sexy voice, putting her arms around my neck. She means business.

"I guess this means I can cut the small talk." I say amused. I get my answer in a form of a kiss. My favourite kind answer.

Feeling risky, I suck her bottom lip, and she happily opens her mouth. Soon I am trailing kisses down her neck, making her moan quietly. I am going to leave a load of hickeys on her creamy coloured neck, I mentally note to myself.

After a few minutes of our heavy make-out session, I mumble against her neck my favourite question.

"My place or yours,"

"Whichever is closer," I hear her gasp.

"My place it is then," After that I lead her to my car. After a very short car journey, I greet the receptionist, and continue our make-out session in the elevator. I give her like 10 hickeys, and have found her sweet spot on her neck. Before I know it we are both in our underwear on my bed.

I look down to see her staring at my crotch. I look into her eyes. I can see fear.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," I joke trying to dismiss the fear in her eyes. Then I see her blush.

"Your cute when you blush," I slip out. I lean in for another kiss hoping that she didn't hear that. I never think these kinds of things! Okay, keep your cool; I go through the normal routine. I gave her an awesome orgasm, and she gave me one hell of a blow job. All was going well until the actual sex.

When I entered her, she was in a load of pain. The finally it registered to me. She is a virgin!

At this, I lean down and kiss her temple and say "It'll get better," and "I'll be gentle, promise," really wanting the pain in her eyes to go. I don't know why, but the pain in her eyes made me die inside. To see her in so much pain, and being the one to cause it.

Luckily, she got used to it and the sex was awesome! After we were lying own, I ask her the question that had been bugging me for a long time.

"Are you a virgin?" She just laughs at me. Then I realised how stupid the question was.

"Well not any more," she jokes, making me a little annoyed.

"Why did you give your virginity up to a complete stranger?" I try again.

"Well I guess I'm lucky that that stranger is very kind," At this my anger really flares up. Why would she be so stupid! Damn right she was luck it was me who picked her up!

"This is serious! Why?" I yell.

"Well it's none of your business what I do with my life," She replies a bit annoyed. Not wanting a fight, I drop it.

"Yeah, you're right," I sigh. I pretty sure she fell asleep, But I was up almost all night thinking about her. Why do I even care about her? She is just another one night stand right?

Oh Austin, if only you knew. So any way sorry for the lack of action. I just wanted to show things from Austins point of view. So really, this is just a bet. And sorry, but Dez is taken. But worry not, the drama is in the next chapter! So until next time. Oh yeah, and review! I love them, they are like warm hugs from Ross Lynch. If only. But they are a close second!