Okay so mjj0122 left a review suggesting that Austin should find the list, and at first I was line or nah but last night in the shower I changed my mind, so thank you mjj0122.
P.S. I didn't proofread bye
"I've never written a song before that sucks this bad," Ally grumbles quietly, balling up the song and tossing it in the trash.
"Ally, geez, it isn't that bad," Austin protests, standing up, "it just needs the special Austin Moon touch," he insists. He reaches down into the trash can and pulls the unfinished chorus off the pile of previously discarded pieces of paper, "God, Ally how many drafts of this song have you thrown away?" he laughs, grabbing a handful of paper.
"A lot," she sighs.
Austin smooths out a few of the papers and gives her a charming smile, "there must be a song here."
"I doubt it," she rolls her eyes. Her body tenses as she suddenly remembers the last time she emptied trash can. She doesn't know the exact date, but it was definitely before the list.
"This doesn't look like the same song," Austin says, flipping the page over as he looks for a title.
"No! Austin give me that!" she jumps up and grabs for the paper.
"Does this have some big secret in it?" Austin teases, "I won't tell anyone."
"No just give-"
"7 Things I Hate About Austin?" he reads, turning away from her
"It's not what you think," she reaches over his shoulder.
"You think I'm vain?" he scoffs, skimming the paper.
"Give me the paper!"
"I do not play games with you, well... not intentionally," he shrugs, "you don't really think I'd purposely hurt you, right?"
"I know, I was just-"
"I'm not insecure! I can't believe you think that," he pushes her flailing arms away.
"Austin, listen to me!"
"'You love me, you like her'," he quotes directly from the paper, "I can't believe this."
"You don't get it," she sighs.
"I've made you cry?" he finally turns to face her, but she wishes he hadn't. He's evidently very hurt, "I didn't- I would never..."
"Austin," she fumbles. Her mouth and her brain are cooperating and she can't figure out how to fix this.
"My friends aren't jerks," he mumbles, "not to me."
"I'm so sorry," she whispers. She doesn't even know if she's talking to Austin, not that it matters because he isn't listening anyway. Her last resort is to rip the paper away, and he doesn't even try to stop her.
"I can't believe you'd write this," he shakes his head. At this point she wishes he'd just scream at her and be angry instead of standing there making her feel like she just kicked a puppy. With no indication, he turns and storms out of the practice room, the logical thing to do would be to let him be alone, but Ally isn't feeling very logical.
"Austin, wait!" she throws the paper down and follows him down the stairs, but he doesn't seem to even care. She cuts him off right before he gets to the door and locks it, but he turns for the backdoor.
"Listen! There's so many thongs I love about you... too many to even name," she starts, but gets no response.
"Um, I love your hair," she says, "it's soft and it smells like a cool summer breeze, like the ocean without all the salt and fish pee. And I like how when we were dating, you'd lay your head in my lap and let me play with your hair until you fell asleep."
But he keeps walking towards the door, so she thinks.
"Your eyes! I adore your eyes," she continues, this is so unlike her to be confessing all these things to him, "they're like chocolate with little drops of caramel in them. And I especially like when you laugh, and you get those little crinkles by the corners and they light up and whenever I look into them I can just see your mood, which is helpful because sometimes you're not too straightforward."
He's stopped, which is progress.
"And your old Levis," she goes on, "in case you don't remember, you wore them when you took me to the carnival. That was when we went on the ferris wheel and you held my hand like it was your lifeline. It seems weird to associate memories with pants, but I specifically think about the carnival wherever you wear them."
He moves to the piano bench and sits down, urging her to go on.
"Okay," she sits down beside him, "when we kiss, I'm hypnotized. All I can think about is you, you're the only guy I've ever kissed. And your lips are always soft and warm and do you remember when I kissed you for good luck right before you went on stage and you did the entire concert with my lipstick on your mouth?"
He chuckles, but doesn't show any signs of forgiveness.
"And yeah, you've made me cry, but didn't you read the part before that? You make me laugh too, like... you go out of your way to make me smile. No one has ever done that for me."
"Really?"
"Yeah," she grins, "and when we hold hands we intertwine our fingers-"
"-because it makes us both feel complete," he nods, smiling back.
"The 7th thing I like the most is how you've made me love you," she tells him. Her palms are sweaty and her face is red, but she smiles.
"Love... present tense?"
"Love present tense."
I hope you enjoyed this little drabble, I love you so much and thanks again to mjj0122 :)