Summary: ...Because people lack common sense and are prone to do stupid and idiotic things, when in love. Auslly. Fluff, Humor.
A/N: Thank you, thank you for the awesome reviews! :D As promised, here is the bonus chapter! It was originally supposed to have two prompts, but I added another... I decided to add three prompts, instead of one, because I meant to post this yesterday... only to run into some complications... I loved hearing your comments, and just for reviewing! Review?
Warnings: OOC, Not beta'd, light swearing, etc.
Disclaimer: Austin & Ally belong to Disney Channel... If I owned either Disney or A&A...
When in Love...
Bonus Chapter
By KairiR5
...You know things don't go as planned... so just go with the flow, and it will all turn out fine, in the end...
:::
6.
"Dez... This is, by far, the craziest thing you have suggested."
"Oh c'mon, Austin!" he complained. "When have I been wrong?"
"Oh... I don't know... the last five attempts to convey my feelings to Ally, which all failed, might I add..."
"Excluding those," the red head told him. The blond began naming off the times the red head has been wrong (which was a lot.),
"Let me see... Miss Suzy's commercial, with Ally falling into that giant bowl of soup... the booby trap that was supposed to be used to catch the mall thief, but you got stuck in it instead, and it took hours to pry you off of that giant "human" trap (mouse trap, what's the difference?)... reading Ally's songbook, which ended in me being sweaty and orange because she got revenge on me, with help from Trish... stealing Ally's songbook – "
"Okay, okay! I get it!" he quickly cut off, not wanting to hear any more nonsense about his past mistakes.
"You see?"
"Yeah, yeah. I know; I've been wrong, but I'm confident about this one!" he proclaimed. "I'm the 'Love Whisperer', after all!"
"Dez... that's just creepy." The red head rolled his eyes.
"Just go!" He sighed.
"Fine. Because you're my best friend... and I trust your judgment... sometimes..." He decided to ignore the last part about "sometimes...".
"That's the spirit!"
:::
Ally sighed; dreamily as she watched Dallas working from her spot at the table she sat down in the food court, on her lunch break.
'He's so dreamy...~ His hair flops just the right way... he smells just like a fresh summer breeze... dark hair... kind eyes... and a great smile...' she contemplated, swooning at the sight of him.
Ally leaned an elbow on the table and placed her head on it, for a better view of Dallas.
An ominous shadow stood in front of her and blocked her view of her crush. She frowned and let her eyes wander up the body, scanning it, to see who was in her way.
"Excuse me, but I need to – Austin?" she gaped, upon locking eyes with her best friend.
His mouth quirked up slightly.
"Au-Austin?" she stuttered. He ran a tan hand through his hair and smirked.
"Yeah. That's me. Austin Moon."
"What happened?" she half exclaimed, half whispered. All thoughts about Dallas, prior to seeing Austin's appearance, flew out of her mind upon setting eyes with the singer.
Austin Moon.
He was clad in a leather jacket, and a tight white t-shirt, that that the two words, 'Rule Breaker,' plastered in front of his shirt, on his chest. He was adorned in extremely tight dark black jeans, with several rips in it, showing off some skin, and dark black sneakers were on his feet.
But, she froze when her eyes met his face. His bright dirty blond hair was dyed black (1.).
Black!
B.L.A.C.K.!
To be honest, Ally Dawson wasn't surprised, much, nowadays, due to Austin and Dez's antics, but this sight defiantly shocked the living daylights out of her.
"Au-Austin – " she stammered once again.
"Hmm?" he mumbled, oblivious to her inner turmoil, in favor of checking her out.
"Y-you... m-me... I-I..." The brunette swallowed loudly. "What happened to y-you?"
He raked his fingers through his dark hair, nonchalantly.
She hated the color of his hair!
She missed the sight of his bright blond hair, with flecks of dark brown hair mixed together – not just dark hair altogether. Dark blond with flecks of golden blond and brown suited him better than just black hair.
Why did he dye his hair?
"Nothing; I just decided to dye my hair, that's all," he told her, acting nonchalant, without any care in the world.
She frowned.
"Why? Is there a real reason why you won't tell me?" He grimaced.
"Nothing, Ally." She eyed him.
"Why'd you dye your hair?" she asked, still persistent as ever. "And why are you dressed like you're a bad boy or something?"
"Because I am a bad boy," Austin muttered, grimacing slightly. "And bad body don't have bright blond hair – blond hair in general – they normally have dark hair, black, to an extent." He didn't sound so convincing, with the grimacing and all, but he held himself together.
Ally stared at him incredulously.
"Wait, wait, wait!" she cried out, motioning with her hands to stop everything. "Bad boy?" The singer nodded. "What the heck Austin? You're not a bad boy!"
"Who says I'm not?"
"Well, for one, me," Ally challenged, holding her stance, "and, second of all, why a bad boy? You were... you yesterday! You were the perfectly normal Austin, with blond hair, and dressed like... you – Austin-like. You don't automatically become a bad boy over night. What happened?" He sighed, and slumped down on a chair next to Ally.
"Ally... okay." He stared at her deeply, hoping that she wouldn't laugh when he told her this. "There's this girl I like... and... I heard girls like the bad boy image, so I attempted to be a bad boy..." He furrowed his eyebrows. "And clearly that rumor is false because clearly you didn't fall for me when you saw that I became a bad boy..." he muttered, dejected.
Ally blinked.
"Oh! Austin!" she chided. "You don't need to become a bad boy for a girl to like you." She tapped her chin. "True, girls are attracted to that bad boy image, myself included. I mean, the tall, dark, handsome, troublemaker-" He coughed, signaling for her to go on with it, to which she blushed lightly. "- is attractive, but girls won't be drawn to that image that long. Bad boys get old after a while, but being yourself, Austin, the sweet, caring, considerate, compassionate, honest, and cute self is the best way to go, because girls, myself especially, like the honesty. Honest guys will always get the girls. And, to be honest, I don't like the bad boy image, much." Austin grinned goofily.
"Thanks, Ally... but you think I'm 'cute'?" Ally sent him a smile.
"Maybe, maybe not. Maybe I was just giving you a pep talk to boost your ego; maybe I don't think you're cute, and I'm just saying that. You're choice. I'm neither confirming your question, or denying it."
"Ally," he whined. Ally grinned.
"Oh yeah... what was that about a 'girl I like'? Who is it?" He stared at her with a blank face.
All that time he was trying to be a 'bad boy', he forgot about his true intentions: to confess his feelings to Ally!
'This is it! Confess!'
"I...I..." Her eyes were trained on him, not making this whole situation any easier. "Ally... I..." He took a deep breath. "I li-"
"Austin!" she exclaimed, out of the blue. "We need to get that temporary hair dye out of your hair before it does something permanent. I like your natural dirty blond hair much more than this dark hair color." He gaped.
All his thoughts about confessing were erased from his mind.
"First on the list, soak your hair in water, and wash it out..." she said to herself, checking off her mental list with her fingers.
"Ally..." he addressed, weakly; his voice barely audible.
"Hm?"
"What if I said I used permanent hair dye...?"
WHAT?
...
Attempt #6: Failure
7.
"Austin, I think this is the best way to go."
"What way?"
"The way to confess to Ally, duh!"
"The best is to tackle the situation head on!"
"Meaning?"
"Try not to be subtle about your feelings! Make it obvious!"
"I'll try... but I'm getting pretty frustrated, with my failures..."
"Ah, me too, buddy."
:::
Austin and Ally were in the practice room, creating a new song for the next show.
"So, how was the song?" she asked, bashful. He smiled weakly.
"It was great, Ally." She tilted her head to the side, immediately noticing his dejecting and unusual mood.
"What's wrong, Austin?" He sighed.
"Well... remember when I said there's this girl I like?" Ally nodded.
"Yeah. You still haven't answered my question from a while back. Who is it?" Austin stared at her with a blank expression.
'It's now or never.'
"It's you."
"Me?" the brunette asked, confused as hell. "Huh?"
"I... I... I li-like you," he stammered, hating how he was acting so weak and how he lost his cool when he's usually the calm and collected one.
"I like you too," Ally answered, automatically; getting the wrong idea, think that it was a joke.
"No, Ally... it's not like that." The songwriter raised an eyebrow.
"Then what is it?"
"I like-li-"
"Ally!" a female voice exclaimed, angrily, bounding up the stairs and into the practice room with anger coloring her voice.
"Trish?" The Latina girl huffed. "What happened?" Ally got off her seat on the bench and got to her best friend's side, trying to pry information out of her. Austin was forgotten on the bench beside the piano, in favor or comforting the shorter girl.
"That redheaded demon, weasel, bozo, jerk-" Trish ranted, getting angrier by the second. From that statement, Austin and Ally concluded that it had something to do with Dez.
"What happened?" she interrupted. The Latina girl dragged Ally out of the room, not wanting Austin to hear what she was going to say about his best friend.
Ally threw an apologetic glance over her shoulder.
"Sorry," she mouthed.
"That redheaded demon passed by me when I was working at – " Trish's voice echoed as they left the room. He slumped, hunched back when she left the room with the other girl.
He knew Ally had to comfort and calm Trish down, but what the hell?
Every time he tried to confess, there would be something that got in his way.
Time after time, damn it!
...
Attempt #7: Failure.
8.
Ally leaned against the counter as she wrote in her songbook, while there were no customers around.
June 19, 20XX
Austin's been acting strange lately.
Maybe it's just me... who noticed it.
But, he's been acting strange... stranger than usual, that is...
I overheard him talking to Dez about ways to confess his feelings to a girl.
And he's been acting strange.
She smiled to herself, thing about his past stunts.
Cloudwatching club... flowers... song... chick flick... tattoo... bad boy... and trying to outright confess... And every time, he failed.
"Ally," Trish bounded into the room, happy. Ally put down her songbook and closed it shut, so that no one could see what she wrote in it.
"Hi Trish!" she greeted with enthusiasm.
"Where are Austin and that redheaded demon?"
"I don't know... probably scheming or something." They stayed silent for a moment, before looking at one another and grinning.
"Oh, by the way, how was I yesterday? You think it was convincing?" the Latina asked, referring to the incident yesterday when she interrupted Ally and Austin's moment at the piano.
Ally smiled.
"Defiantly." The Latina laughed. Ally opened her songbook and wrote two words in it.
I know.
He's not so secretive about his feelings, with him checking me out, and all.
And, I like him, too.
...
Attempt #8: Success.
A/N:
(1.) Honestly, I love Ross' hair color. I would absolutely die, hypothetically speaking, if he died his hair brunette or red, or any other color that isn't blond (Doesn't he dye his hair bleach blond, though?)...
Prompt #6: Inspired by hetheillest's story, 'Like A Playboy', and Janzelle's 'How to Change A Bad Boy.' Awesome FF; you should read them, if you haven't yet. ;) And my grandma, who recently got her hair dyed... and I was a witness. :D
Prompt #7: One of my future stories that I'm planning this minute, and Trish's antics. :D Oh, and in A&A, I feel like she knows they have feelings for each other, and she just... likes to mess around...
Prompt #8: My cousin; she knows a lot of things, and girls. I don't know about you, but it seems to me like girls know a lot of things, especially when a guy likes them. You think so?
I'm trying to clear this up, because I think it would be confusion for you guys to understand: So, in prompt #8, the hardest prompt to write, Ally is basically saying that she knows that Austin's been crushing on her, and Trish knows to. Trish just liked to mess around a bit; Ally, a bit, too. :D And it was a success in prompt #8 because she knew Austin's feelings. :D
Epilogue for Chasing Yesterday should be up soon, next week; sorry. I've been just too busy this week. I meant to post this yesterday, but I didn't get the opportunity to... sorry. You think you can review?
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