Chapter 4
*Austin's POV*
Ally met me at the mall before we went to the graduation. She looked beautiful in the blue and indigo dress she'd chosen. I guess that when you want to look good for a special occasion, you go the extra mile, or, in this case, spend the extra $200.
"You look great," I told her.
"You look amazing too," she replied, complimenting my new tux and indigo tie. I leaned down and kissed her before we walked to the school, holding hands on our way to the grad ceremony.
As we waited outside the gym to walk in, Trish, who was behind kept giving me weird looks. I was ultimately confused as to what was going on and why Trish was acting so strangely. But, then we had to walk out, so, I had no time to ask her.
A while later, the names were being announced for us to recieve our diplomas.
"Ally Dawson, Honours" Coach called out. Ally went up to the front, getting her diploma and switching her cap's tassle over from one side to the other. Everyone clapped. "Trish de la Rosa," he continued. When Trish stood up, she looked at me with that weird expression again. I don't understand, was she mad at me or something?
The coach descended through the names until he reached mine. "Austin Moon," he read. I got up and made my way down from the bleachers to recieve my diploma. I could see Brooke up in the crowd looking at me intensely in the demonic way she does. I turned to the coach who plces the scoll in one hand and shook the other. I then moved the tassle on my cap from one side to the other and went back to my seat to listen to the continuous drawl of meaningless names. There were a few in there I recognized but not many.
"Dez Wade," Coach said. As he walked up, the contrast of his brightly coloured suit pants completely contrasted his black gown and it looked sort of comical. I had to bite my lip to keep myself from laughing at a serious moment like this or Ally would've elbowed me in the ribs. I heard a few snickers though, so I wasn't the only one.
After the final diploma was presented and everyone had been reseated the coach exclaimed, "I give you, the Marino High School class of 2016!" Everyone threw their caps in the air. Cheering and applause arose from the crowd and the caps fell back down to the ground. I hugged Ally tightly and kissed her as the caps rained down around us.
*Ally's POV*
Since Dez now understands that you don't ride llamas to prom, the limo was rented ahead of time. Austin, Trish, Dez, Carrie and Dallas all met me in the Music Factory before the limo arrived. We were all talking for a while, but things stayed mostly silent and really awkward between Dallas and I. He never really talked much anyway, he always seemed like a quiet type of guy. Plus, he didn't really know any of us. He was only going with Trish because everyone else said no to her.
When we all got in the limo Austin was the first to speak.
"Wouldn't it be cool if this limo had a hot tub?" he asked.
"Yeah! and a huge flatscreen TV!" Dez agreed.
"It's not technically possible for there to be a hot tub in a limousine," I said. "What if it hits a pothole and the water goes everywhere?"
"Ally, I love you, but why do take the fun out of everything with science?" Austin asked.
"It's not science," I told him. "It's just common sense!" Austin shrugged and rolled his eyes.
*Austin's POV*
When we arrived at the prom, I walked in, my arm locked with Ally's. We went to a table and sat down. Ally and I sat at one table with Dez and Carrie, Trish went off somewhere else with Dallas, as if she wanted nothing to do with me. Seriously, what is up with her? What did I do?
We all talked throughout dinner, catching up on what we'd missed while I was on tour and what Carrie had been doing in Los Angeles. Soon enough, it was time for the first dance of the evening. Ally and I walked out to the dance floor. I put my hands on her waist and she put her arms around my shoulders. The first slow dance is always the most magical, because after that everything goes upbeat for a while and is kind of loses the atmosphere.
Even though that first slow dance was my favourite, the rest of the night was fun too. I got to show off a few of my dance moves from my tour and I even got invited on stage to sing at one point.
"For the final dance of the night," We all heard coach announce. "We're going to wind it down a little." Another slow song came on. I held my hand out to Ally and she accepted it as we started dancing. The dance lasted for about half the song until I realized that was enough. I got down on my knee and pulled the ring box from my pocket, where I'd been keeping it until this moment.
"Ally Dawson, will you make me the happiest teen popstar in the world and do me the honour of marrying me?" I asked. It wasn't well rehearsed, but I think I got the messge across.
"Of course I will, Austin," Ally said, falling to her knees and sobbing into my shoulder with joy. "I'm glad you asked that," she said, minutes later.
"Why?" I asked, pulling back to look at her.
"Because I'm pregnant, Austin."