Hey guys, so here's a new chapter! Sorry I didn't update sooner, I have a lot of homework.

Disclaimer: I don't own Austin & Ally

"Ally, are you okay?" Austin asks me, worriedly.

"Uh... I... Austin... Wh-what are you doing here?" I finally manage to say.

"I thought I'd come and surprise you on your birthday! I got you this," he replies, handing me a small box.

"I'll leave you two to it..." my mum quickly says, before walking off into the house. Great...

I take the box slowly, and open it. I gasp at the beautifully-made necklace that's inside (1).

"Do you like it?" Austin asks me, worriedly, "Oh no... You don't like it, do you?"

"No Austin, I love it, thank you!" I say, hugging him with tears in my eyes. When we pull apart, I admire the necklace again. "You really didn't have to get this for me though..." I tell him, beginning to feel guilty.

"Why not? It's your birthday, and you're my girl," he states with a smile on his face.

"Urm, Austin... We broke up, remember? I'm not 'your girl' anymore," I point out.

"Yeah, but to me you always will be," he says, softly.

I giggle, "That was so cheesy..."

"I know," he replies, chuckling slightly.

"So, do you want to come in?" I ask him, and he nods in response. I step aside so he can walk in, before I close the front door and turn around to face him. "How have you been? How's New York?" I question as he sits down on the sofa.

"Good," is all he says.

"Cool."

And let the awkwardness begin.

"Ally... I have to be honest... I've missed you, like, a lot," Austin suddenly admits, standing up.

"Austin... Don't..." I say, quietly.

"Don't what?" he asks, bemused.

"Don't do this! Don't start trying to win me back because it's not going to work. We aren't a couple anymore, just accept that and move on," I state.

"Wow, way to be blunt, Ally..." Austin mutters.

I sigh, "I'm sorry, it's just... I've not been feeling well and I've been a little stressed lately," I tell him, running a hand through my hair.

"What's wrong?" he asks me, concerned.

"Nothing, I've just been feeling a little off..." I tell him. I'm technically not lying...

"Oh, well, is there anything I can do to help?"

"No, it's fine."

"You sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure, Austin!" I exclaim, letting my hormones getting the best of me.

"Woah... Okay..."

"Sorry..."

"It's cool."

"So, where will you be staying? I mean, are you here for just today?" I ask him, trying to change the subject.

"Well, I was kind of hoping to stay for a week, maybe? I was thinking that we could maybe spend some time together before I go back to New York for the rest of the summer," Austin says.

"As friends?"

"As friends," he confirms.

"Okay then, I guess..."

A beat passes.

"So, where am I sleeping?" he asks me.

"I'm sorry, what?" I question, confused.

"Well, you said it was okay if I stayed..." he trails off, waiting for me to get it.

"Oh, I thought you meant to stay in Miami, not in my house," I say. "Look Austin, I don't think it's such a good idea if you stay here..."

"Why not? I will be on my best behaviour," he states, smiling at me.

I sigh, "I ju-" I get cut off by my mum.

"What do you both want for dinner?" she asks us.

"We?" I question.

"Yes, I heard that Austin's staying," she replies.

"Well, we never agreed to that, and I didn't even ask you..."

"It's fine with me," she states, smiling.

I give her a look that says, 'Stop. Now.' which helps her get the message slightly.

"He can sleep on the sofa," she adds.

"Yeah," Austin agrees.

I look between the two of them, and sigh, "Fine..."

Austin smiles at me, while my mum sends me a look that says, 'Good choice.' before she speaks up, "So, dinner?"

"Oh, anything's fine," Austin answers.

"Are you sure?" she asks him, and he nods in response.

"Same," I reply.

"Okay then," she says, before walking into the kitchen.

"So, I better go and get my bags out of the car then," Austin states, walking to the door.

"Oh, okay. Do you need any help?" I question.

"No, it's fine. I am a man after all," he says, flexing his muscles.

I giggle, "Yeah yeah, just go and get your bags."

He smiles at me, before walking out to get his luggage.

I grab a magazine off of the coffee table and begin flicking through it, flopping down onto the sofa.

Austin comes back in a few minutes later with a few bags, and shuts the door behind him.

"Shall I put them in your room?" he asks me.

"Yeah, sure, whatever," I reply, flicking through the magazine.

"Okay," he says, before walking up the stairs slowly.

When he gets to the top of the stairs, I jump up off the sofa, panicking. He can't go in my room, there's all of that baby stuff in there.

"Austin, wait!" I exclaim, running after him.

"What?" he asks me, turning around.

"Don't go in my room."

"What? Why?" he questions, confused.

"Because you can't..." I reply, nervously.

He chuckles, "I've seen your room before."

"I know, but I don't want you to this time."

"I will just put my bags down and then walk out, don't worry," he states, before walking up to my bedroom door. I watch him turn the doorknob as I begin to panic. If he sees that stuff, he will ask questions. Questions I'm not prepared to answer...

Austin walks into my room and drops his bags by my bed. Just as he is about to walk out, he spots the large amounts of baby stuff piled against one of the walls, and looks at me in confusion, "What's all of that doing in here?"

Great.

OMG, this chapter was not my best, and I'm sorry about that!:-( Oh, and I know that I used the term 'baby stuff' a lot. I didn't know what else to call it...

(1) I tried to describe it, but I decided not to since it sounded really amateurish and bad, so I decided to just leave it as that. I will let you imagine your own little design on what you think the necklace looks like:-)

Stay Rossome!