Author's Note
This chapter is like over 3,000 words! Warning, this has to be like the most cliché chapter in the whole story. However, it is quite fluffy, so enjoy :)
Disclaimer: You know the drill. I don't own Austin and Ally, wadda wadda...
Chapter 11
Ally's POV
"Austin, you might as well not waste your time trying to 'sweep me off my feet'," I moan. Why does he have to be a total bone head sometimes?
"Too late. I already said 'challenge accepted'," I groan at this. That is the stupidest reason ever!
"Why do you even care? I mean; do you even believe in love yourself?" I ask, really not believing that someone like him, who has had countless flings, would actually believe in love.
"Just because I had loads of flings, doesn't mean I don't believe in love," He points out. I raise an eyebrow, really not believing what I am hearing.
"Actually, my parents have been married for nearly 30 years. In fact, their anniversary is coming up soon. And Dez and Jess. I could totally tell they are in love. Dez is even planning to propose to her soon. So yeah; I am a total believer of love," By the end of his little speech, my mouth is open wide, and I am speechless.
"Close your mouth; you'll catch flies," Austin jokes, making me snap my mouth shut, sending him a glare.
"Well why are you wasting you effort, I am hard to please,"
"Because I enjoy a challenge. Your way more interesting than the plastic girls that I used to date,"
"Well, good luck with that," I say, knowing that I probably will never date again.
"So, can we talk about this 'fake date' then?" I ask, trying to ease the tension.
"Oh yeah!" He exclaims, remembering where this whole conversation started. "I don't even know what you saw in that guy; he is a total tool!" I laugh a bit at this.
"Well of course I know that now. But when you are a 16 year old girl; and a guy is the captain of the basketball team, and having a boyfriend is like you whole world; then judgement is clouded," I explain, taking a big breath after my big ramble.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. He is still a tool. I mean picking a slut over you; he must be retarded," I blush at this. Seriously! Why do I melt at his touch, and fluster at is words?
"Well, like you can talk. You spend all your time going to clubs, and waking up with different women in your bed, not remembering any events of the night! I wonder how many faces you've seen in your bed since we met."
"Actually I haven't been to the club since we met," He points out proudly. I don't know why, but it made my insides go warm to know that he hasn't slept with any women since we met.
"So any way, you still owe me one from our other fake date, so you cannot decline," I mention, trying to steer the conversation back to the main point.
"You're right. Man, that one kiss was not worth the trouble we have now," He sighs.
"Tell me about it," I agree. "My boss has been working me to the limit lately. And I have a feeling that it has something to do with me knowing you,"
"Yeah; I am pretty awesome," He says with a smug grin. I kick him under the table, making him utter a little 'ow'. I let out a little laugh, and a victorious grin. Suddenly I feel something small flick my face. I look down to see a small paper ball. I look up at Austin to see him with a ripped flyer, and a smug look on his face. Bring it on Moon!
I grab a flyer that said 'open mic, Tuesday', and rip a big bit up, scrunch it up into a little ball that sat in my hand perfectly, and throw it at his face. It hits his nose and bounces back onto the table. I burst out in laughter. Soon we are having a flicking fight, where we are flicking small balls of paper at each other.
Austin was the first to run out of paper, and there was only on flyer left. Knowing that he was reaching for it, it grab it and then roll it into a ball and throw it at his face. By now I am holding my sides because I am laughing so much. Suddenly he looks at me a second then gets up. Before I know it, I am over hoisted his shoulder and he is walking out the shop.
"Hey!" I exclaim, hitting his back. "I wasn't finished my drink!" I am really glad that I am wearing jeans and not a skirt. That would be awkward.
"Too bad. I am officially kidnapping you," He declares. I struggle a bit more in his arms, then give up. Why is he so strong!
"Most kidnappers don't declare that they are kidnapping you," I state. I could basically feel him roll his eyes.
"Where are you taking me?" I ask, really curious.
"To the park," He replies.
"Can you at least put me down? I have my own legs. And people are starting to stare," I whine, feeling a bit self conscious now.
"I have gotten used to people staring at me," At this comment, I knee him in the chest.
"Austin!" I moan again.
"Fine," He sighs putting me down. I straighten out my shirt, and then start walking.
"Is there a reason why you are taking me to the park?" I ask.
"To 'sweep you off your feet'," He says, lacing his fingers in mine. I look down at our intertwined fingers and smile a bit.
"So what is your plan to do this then?" I asked him after a comfortable silence.
"Be as cheesy as hell," He replies swinging our locked hands gently, a sweet smile on his face.
"And you think that your plan will work?" I ask giving him a look.
"It seems to work for all the guys on the movies," He replies shrugging. You've got to love his just go with it, happy-go-lucky attitude.
"Oh but Mr Moon, may I remind you that our lives aren't movies?" I ask in my best British accent.
"Oh but of course Miss Dawson." He says, keeping up the British accent. "Most women in movies aren't as whiney as you," This comment earns him a shove.
"Way to win me over. The insults are really making me fond of you," I say sarcastically.
"Then the 'jerk theory' works then," He jokes. I just roll my eyes at this. We walk for a while in a comfortable silence, our hand still locked.
"The floor is yours," I say when we eventually reach the park.
"Why thank you," He says in a British accent again. He then pulls me toward the ice cream truck.
"Ice cream? Really?"
"Every good date needs ice cream!" He exclaims.
"Really, because something is telling me that you actually just want ice cream," I say, giving him an accusing smile.
"So what? Under all this awesome, is still a kid,"
"Where? I can't see it under your massive ego,"
"Very funny," He says in an un-amused voice, rolling his eyes. "Now what flavour do you want?"
"Fruity mint swirl," I reply in an enthusiastic voice.
"Who is the child now?" He teases. I give him a little punch in the arm with the hand that is not locked with his.
When we finally reach the truck, there is a long line of small kids. We totally look out of place.
"I'm used to being unique , and standing out," Austin says with a cocky smile. Wait did I-
"Say it out loud? Yes," He finishes my thoughts- well not really thoughts because I said them out loud.
"That's weird. When did I start doing that?" I ask myself.
"It's mystery,"
Before I know it, we are at the front of the line, and Austin is ordering our ice cream. He pays for it and we walk toward the fountain.
"You seriously don't have to pay for me,"
"It's a date. It'll be rude of I didn't,"
After a while we just start walking around, one hand occupying our ice creams, the other still intertwined with the others hand. It was a really nice moment.
"You are so much like a kid you know?" I say as we stroll down the park.
"Really how so?"
"I don't know. Maybe it's the fact that you like hot chocolate and ice cream. Or maybe it's the childish glint you always have in your eyes,"
"I have a childish glint in my eyes?" He asks amused.
"Yeah. It's hard to explain." I say, not really being able to put it into words.
"Really? You're like a child too,"
"How am I like a child?"
"Well you're pretty careless,"
"Nu-uh. I am one of the most organised people I know," I protest.
"I don't mean that. I mean that half of the time you're in your own world."
"Oh really? When?"
"Like earlier, when you thought out loud. And when I saw you earlier, you look totally out of it,"
"I guess I over think things,"
"You didn't when you met me,"
"That's because that was the whole purpose of the night,"
"You know that you are totally unexpected?"
"What about you? This is the second time you've whisked me away on a date out of the blue! What if I had to do something?"
"Did you?" Austin asked raising an eyebrow, already knowing the answer.
"No," I mumble.
"Then there is your answer,"
"You are a ass-" My sentence is cut short by the sound of crying. We both look down to the source. There was a little girl, looking up at us, eye glistening with tears. She looked about 4 years old.
"Hey darling," I hear Austin's soft voice. He was crouched down to her height, and whipping her tears. "Do you want to tell us what's wrong," He asked her like he was trying to avoid walking on a land mine. She shakes her head slowly.
I crouch down as well. "Where's your parents? Are you lost?" I ask softly. She nods.
"Do you want us to help us find them?" Austin asks her. She nods again. Austin gets up and grabs her hand. I grab her other hand and we start walking. She is like half the size of me, and Austin looks like a giant then to her. This is so cliché right now, I am in the right mind to start laughing.
"Okay, can you see them any where?" I ask looking around.
"No," A hardly audible voice says.
"Maybe you will have better luck looking from up here," Austin says, while picking up the girl, and putting her on his shoulders. She starts having a fit of giggles. This moment was almost perfect. I mean; who knew that Austin was great with kids.
"Can you see them now?" He asked.
"No," She giggled.
"Are you alright up there?" I ask kind of concerned. I know if it were me then I wouldn't like to be that high up.
"Lighten up Ally," Austin says in a childish voice.
"Yeah," The little girl agrees.
"That's no fair, you guys teaming up on me," I complain, playing along with whole 'childish' act.
"That's only because we are cool," Austin says, high fiving the girl, sending her into another fit of giggles. We walk around for a while looking around.
"There they are!" The little girl suddenly exclaims, indicating that she has found her parents.
"Where?" Austin asks looking around.
"There!" She points in a direction of two people looking around frantically.
"Let's go then," I say walking towards them.
"Rosie!" A women yelled. I guessing that that was her mom.
"Mommy!" Rosie exclaims. Austin lifts her off his shoulders and on to the ground. As soon as her feet touched the ground, she rocketed towards her parents.
"Don't run off like that again," Her mother sighs with relief, picking up her child in a tight embrace, her father not far behind.
I just watch and smile at the scene. Happy family being reunited. It was quite heart warming. The 3 of them were hugging. I looked up at Austin to find him smiling warmly at the scene as well. Then here parents looked up to see the two people who saved their precious daughter.
"Thank you so much," Rosie's mother showed her gratitude.
"It was really nothing," Austin replies modestly.
"We would have done it for anyone," I add.
"I don't what we would have done if you hadn't found her," Her father states.
"Glad we could help," I say, feeling a bit awkward, and wanting to continue our date. Only because I want to see what Austin is going to do next, not because I am enjoying it. Maybe it is a bit fun.
"Hey aren't you Austin Moon?" Some random guy asks Austin. Great! Another thing to interrupt our date.
"Yep," He says popping the 'p', like someone asked him the time!
"Oh my gosh!" Some random girl shouts. "Will you sing something for us?" She loudly asks, making other people join in and shout 'yeah' and 'sing a song' and 'marry me!' Some people are just so absorbed in all the fame and stuff. It must be hard for Austin, but I think he loves the attention; it feeds his massive ego.
"Sure," He says finally giving in. He shoots me an apologetic look, before he is practically pulled away by the crowd.
"Hey dude, can I borrow your guitar?" He asks a busker. The busker smiles and hand it over to him willingly. I swear I hear him mumble 'Austin Moon is using my guitar!' I just roll my eyes at the scene. Am I the only one who doesn't care about fame and celebrities? Which is ironic because I work at a gossip magazine.
"I'm Austin Moon, and I'm going to be performing for you," Austin introduced himself, even though everybody already knew who he was. "I am going to be playing an old song from way back when I was still in m band! This one is called 'say you'll stay',"
It's summer time, and you are all that's on my mind, everyday,
It seems that we, could stay up and talk through the night,
What do you say?
Austin sings the opening lines, his eyes locked on me the whole time. I offer him a small smile. I remember hearing this song in high school. All my friends were obsessed with Austin's band, A5, or something.
I'll admit that I found their songs catchy, but I was never really that interested in them. All my friends thought I was crazy. They were all 'in love' with Austin, the youngest in the band that was our age. I would just roll my eyes at them. What a funny world, because here I am on a date with him, and he is trying to win my heart. Go figure.
After a while, Austin went solo and his band broke up. I only know because my friends went on about it for weeks about how sad it was that they were breaking up, but happy for Austin going solo. After high school I never really cared enough to see what happened to them.
By now Austin was in the last chorus. I crossed my arms and walked away. I can't be bothered to watch Austin get bombarded with fans. I'd rather go home and be writing, then watch girls throw themselves at him. He could be with any of those girls, so why is he wasting his time with me?
The park was pretty much deserted because everyone went to watch Austin's surprise, free mini concert, so it was really peaceful. I could hear Austin thanking the crowd in the distance, meaning he finished his song.
I sigh. I can feel a slight breeze as I walk. I don't know the reason I left. Maybe I was jealous. I know that's the answer, but I refuse to believe it. I cannot let myself fall again. Especially for someone like Austin. He someone who will play with girls, and when he gets bored, he'll toss them aside. He even told me, he likes me because I'm different. Once he gets bored, he'll toss me aside too. Why start something that is destined for failure?
"Ally!" Austin yells, out of breath. "I've been looking everywhere for you," He says running up to me. Did he run to find me?
"Well you found me," I say, torn between feeling happy that he came to find me, and dread, because he came to find me, and now I have to explain why I left.
"Why'd you go?" He asked, a bit of disappointment in his chocolate eyes.
"Because you seemed busy with you adoring fans," I reply bitterly. "And so you won't be bother by me when all the girls throw themselves at you," I mumble.
"Was somebody jealous," Austin asked, raising a teasing eyebrow.
"No" I reply in denial.
"I think you are," Austin mocks, walking closer to me.
"No way would I be jealous of those girls that are so low, that they have to throw themselves at them at you to get you attention,"
"You know that you're the only girl that has my attention right now," Austin says in a low voice, his face inches from mine. The butterflies in my tummy are having a rave right now.
Suddenly my phone vibrates. Saved by the bell (although I don't think that I wanted to be saved). I clear my throat, and back away from Austin. I pick up my phone to see a text from Trish.
EMERGANCY! COME BACK TO THE APARTMENT ASAP!
I sigh. What could she have possibly done now?
"Sorry, I got to go," I say to Austin.
"But I didn't get to finish my date," He whines.
"Hey, it's not my fault that our date got crashed by a little girl, and then you had to do a concert,"
"It's not my fault I'm awesome," I roll my eyes at this.
"Any way, that fake date tonight is at Mike Cho's, that new Chinese restaurant,"
"That's near the club!" Trust him to know that.
"Whatever. Pick me up at half 6,"
"No goodbye?" He pouts.
"Goodbye," I say and turn around.
"Didn't I even earn a kiss?"
"No, but maybe a hug," I say, wrapping my arms around him.
"You're mean, I totally deserved a kiss," He mumbles, wrapping his arms around me.
"You we're doing a concert for half the time," I point out.
"That's not my fault,"
"Fine! You can have a kiss on the cheek," He leans his head down, and I give him a peck on the cheek, but he turns his face so it was on the lips.
"Hey! Just for that, you're not getting any kisses tonight on our fake date,"
"Worth it," He smirks. I try to push myself out of his arms, but he just squeezes me tighter.
"I got to go. There's an emergency at my apartment," I complain, finding it hard to talk with the lack of air because Austin is squeezing me to hard.
"Fine," He says and releases me. "See you later,"
"Bye," I smile, and then walk away, the butterflies still going crazy in my tummy. Dinner with my ex and a slut, and my fake boyfriend, who is also an international superstar, who is also trying to win my heart. Tonight is going to be interesting.
So yeah. You gus have no idea how man ideas I have flowing inside my head right now for stories. I have like 10 different plots! But I really want to finish this story, so you have to wait. Once I finish it, I probably will be updating like everyday (No promisses). But that is far from now. To be honest I kind of want to get this story over and done with. Not because I hate it; but so I can start more! Anyway, I'll let you go, and well done for reading this long A/N!
Until next time!