"I believe this is yours," I said, pulling out a yellow notebook from my purse and handing it over to Austin. His eyes twinkled as he realized what it was – it was his Spongebob-coated diary that he impulsively entrusted to me not too long ago.

We were on the flight back from New York to Miami. We had a really good trip – after Austin killed it on stage three days ago, we finally had some time to explore the beautiful city and Austin also got the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to perform on The Helen Show!

He flipped through the diary and we read some of the entries together, my cheeks flushing red and my heartbeat quickening every time I saw him write about how much he loved me. I can't believe it took us so many years to get together but I'm glad we were finally where we were today.

"Do you have a pen I could borrow?" he asked. I nodded and reached into my purse again and handed him a black pen. He smiled and flipped to the last page of the diary, which was blank.

He passed me the blindfold he nicked from the hotel room and instructed me to wear it until he was done. I reluctantly complied. I was extremely curious to find out what he did not want me to see.

While I was waiting for that slowpoke to be done with whatever he was doing that he didn't want me to see, my mind drifted off to college. Austin told me that he was accepted into MUNY on early decision as well, so it looked like we were going to college together! Maybe we could be room-mates. Wink wink.

"Done!" Austin crowed triumphantly as he ripped off my blindfold and shoved the diary into my face.

"Ow! Not too close, Austin!" I scolded. I took the diary out of his hands and held it at a comfortable distance away from my eyes and read what was written on the page.

January 4, 2013

2012 ended on a perfect note and 2013 began with a perfect kiss. Turns out, Ally has loved me for as long as I've loved her. We're now officially a couple! Words can't describe how happy I am now, with that beautiful lady as my girlfriend.

Love truly does exist after all. Life is perfect.

Ally Dawson + Austin Moon forever!

I sound like a freaking third grader.

I serenaded Ally at my Times Square show with that song I've been working on. It was a little too public but it was the timing was just right. Aren't I just the perfect boyfriend?

Thank you for being mine, Ally, I will cherish you forever and ever and ever. I love you.

I smiled as I read the entry. I pecked him on the lips before taking the pen and adding a sentence at the end of his entry:

I love you too, Austin.

Team Austin walked out of the Miami International Airport as two couples and one single ginger. Trish and Adam were holding hands, Austin and I were holding hands and Dez was walking alone, texting someone with a goofy grin surfacing on his face.

Austin and I weren't the only ones who found love during our short trip to New York. Dez and Chantel hit it off really well and they exchanged numbers. I'd even go as far to say that Dez and Chantel had a thing going on!

Dantel/Chez, anyone?

Austin held my left hand with his right hand while his left hand and my right hand pushed our baggage cart out of the luggage belt area and into the arrival hall. We were all greeted by Austin's parents and my dad, who rushed over to hug us and congratulated us on our success.

My dad was the first one to notice the difference between Austin and me. He looked down at our entwined hands, held up his hands to his mouth, gasped loudly and squealed.

"Could it be? Is it true? You and Austin?" he squealed as I nodded. "Oh honey, congratulations to you both!" he said dramatically as he consumed Austin and me in a hug. Mike and Mimi, Austin's parents, were pleasantly surprised as well and came to hug all of us along with Trish, Adam and Dez. Oh, I loved group hugs.

They were on the plane from the mattress convention back to Miami during Austin's performance so I guess they didn't have the chance to watch his amazing gig as well as his public love confession.

"Wait 'til I tell your mom about this! She'll be happy-dancing with all the apes!" my dad said, pulling out his phone to text her. My mom was still in Africa on her sabbatical and she would only be back in June.

We went for a quick dinner at mickey d's before our parents chauffeured – I mean, drove – us all home.

Austin and I were studying for the finals in my bedroom. Finals were starting next week and due to our busy schedules and Austin's new-found fame, we hadn't had much time to study.

Stupid x. Stop hiding so I can find you already!

Seriously though, math was an extremely weird subject. All the questions were impossible to solve. For example:

Charlie has a friend named Paul. Paul has another friend named Sam. Sam has a friend named Tiffany. Tiffany's mom is named Sally. Find the area of all their houses combined, the probability of Paul winning a soccer match and the probability of Charlie being an alien from Mars.

Okay, I'm over-exaggerating but you get my point. They don't give you any information at all and then they expect you to solve it as if it were magic. How are we even supposed to apply it in real life? Who on earth even goes to a track, splits it into two semi-circles and one rectangle, measures the radius of the semi-circles and length of the rectangle and finds the area of the entire track?

"Let's take a break. I'm tired of math," Austin groaned, stretching out his arms with a yawn. "Let's do your hair!"

"What?" I asked unsurely, not sure if I heard it right. Did my boyfriend, the keyword being BOY-friend, just say that he wanted to style my hair?

He grabbed a hairbrush from the dresser and brushed my long brown hair. He held my hair up in a ponytail and coiled my hair to form a bun. He took one of the Silly Bandz he always wore on his wrist and tied it into a bun.

"Ta-da!" he sang, licking his lips as he took a picture of my hairdo with his iPhone and showed it to me.

It was actually pretty good. I looked at him questioningly. "How'd you learn how to style a girl's hair?"

"I fake-dated Beth so we had to hang out during our 'dates' and she taught me how to do it."

"Oh," I said softly, not wanting to remember the events of what happened two months before we got together. Austin noticed the change in my mood and put an arm around me and kissed my cheek.

"Hey hey, Ally, Beth doesn't matter to me. You do," he said and rubbed circles on my back in an assuring manner. "You're the only one I love."

I grinned and kissed him right on the lips. Every kiss we shared felt like it was our first kiss – every kiss was different and I could feel our love for each other growing with every second our lips made contact, as if we didn't already love each other enough.

Ally's YAYs of the Day:

1. Austin

2. Kit Kat

3. Twitter (Austin reached three million followers!)

4. Austin

I was in sheer bliss. Every second I spent with Austin filled me with felicity. And to think the push that we needed to achieve this came from an idiotic plan devised by two goof-heads called The To-Do List.