Hi! Sorry for the extremely long wait... Starting when the last chapter was posted, I was very busy and got really sick. I got really bad asthma attacks that got me to miss school and hardly get any sleep. I got around to writing but inspiration was failing me. I wrote what I could then sent it to Winter and Daddysgirl11. Winter volunteered to start from where I stopped and try to make a longer chapter, but she was crazy busy with school so it took a while. I got her chapter last week but I was busy and then completely forgot about it until just now. My bad, sorry.

This chapter was written by me until the part where after Ally has talked with Austin and leaves the kitchen to go upstairs. Then it's Winter's work. Winter's part is unedited. I usually edit the chapters but I'm feeling really lazy right now. Summer is killing me, I'm telling you. So, yeah, please forgive her mistakes.

Enjoy!

Ally's P.O.V.

"Okay, so when are we going to drop the news on him?" Jack asks.

I look at him weirdly as I sit down next to Elliot at the kitchen table. Jack had called an "Emergency Dawson Meeting", whatever that is, and made Elliot and I come down to the kitchen immediately, which resulted in where we are now: Elliot and I sitting on one side of the kitchen table, Jack on the other. Mia is taking a nap in Jack's room, and Austin is doing the same thing on the living room couch.

"What news?" Elliot inquires, voicing out loud what I was thinking.

"That he doesn't actually live here," Jack says.

I roll my eyes. "Jack, come on, the guy's been through hell. The least you could do is have a bit of sympathy."

"I am feeling sympathetic," he argues. "But there's a line that needs to be drawn between being sympathetic and letting someone live in our house."

"You're talking as if he's a complete stranger," says Elliot. "He's my best friend and Ally's boyfriend. We can't just throw him out."

"He's been here for five days," Jack hisses. "His grandmother must be worried sick, and I am simply sick of seeing him on my couch everyday."

"He's staying here because he doesn't want to worry his grandmother," Elliot tells Jack. "They've been speaking on the phone but he doesn't want her to see his injuries."

"But-" Jack is about to protest, but sudden and complete darkness shuts him up. "What the-"

"Power outage," Elliot's voice comes through the dark. I'm not surprised by the statement nor the event, as it's been raining cats and dogs outside all day. I blink, startled, as a bright light nearly blinds me. Elliot has turned on the flashlight on his phone. "Where are the candles?" he asks, getting up.

"Second drawer, underneath the ustensils," I tell him as the sound of Mia crying is heard through the house.

Jack sighs. "I'll go. But this conversation isn't over."

"Yeah, whatever," Elliot waves him off. "Alls, do you have your phone on you?"

"No, it's in my room," I answer. "Why?"

"Grab a candle and go check up on Austin. He's been sleeping for an awfully long time."

I've been thinking the same thing. Seeing no point in arguing, I grab a candle that has just been lit by Elliot and make my way to the living room, where Austin is still asleep. I set the candle down on the coffee table and crouch before his face. I place a hand on his forehead to check for a fever, but his temperature has finally returned to normal.

"Austin," I says softly, grabbing onto his hand. "Austin, wake up. You need to eat."

"Not hungry," he grumbles before turning his face into the pillow Elliot gave him after I got him back from the racetracks, out of his bloody clothes and into clean ones he'd left here on one of his numerous stays. He'd fallen asleep as I was still tending his thankfully not too serious wounds.

"You haven't eaten today. You have to," I tell him. "Come on, get up."

He grumbles something I don't catch and lifts his head from the pillow, blinking. "Why is it so dark?" he asks.

"Power just went out," I say, "and it's late."

He doesn't reply and gets up slowly. While his injuries are thankfully not severe, it's still enough to slow him down and exhaust him to the point of sleeping every hour of every day for the past five days. I help him get up and let him lean on me as we make our way back to the kitchen, where several candles are now lighting the room.

"Well, look who's back from the dead," Elliot teases Austin as I assist my reckless boyfriend to the nearest chair.

Austin laughs sarcastically. "The dead was better company than you ever were," he replies as Elliot places infront of Austin a sandwich he probably just made. Austin thanks my brother, then starts eating as silence settles in the room. Despite the teasing, I can tell Elliot has been worried about his best friend's state. Austin doesn't usually sleep for five days straight after being in an accident. He's usually back on his feet before anyone can say 'injuries'. Dez's betrayal probably didn't help his recovery. If I was in his place, I most likely wouldn't want to wake up either.

"Why are you two watching me like I'm about to disappear?" Austin asks Elliot and I, watching the two of us carefully.

Elliot is the first to look away, but I'm the first to speak. "Just making sure you don't get food poisoning from Elliot's poor cooking skills."

"Excuse me?" says Elliot. "I'll have you know that my sandwiches are heavenly. Isn't that right, Austin?"

Austin coughs. "Sure. Yeah, man, your sandwiches are... heavenly. That's—That's exactly the word I'd use to describe them."

"See?" Elliot says, then leaves the room with his chin up.

"Do you have any water?" Austin asks me once Elliot is out of earshot. I laugh and go get him a water bottle, which I then hand him along with an apple. He smiles gratefully and pushes his plate away, half a sandwich still on it, before taking a sip. I sit down across the table from him and watch him eat.

"Austin?"

"Hmm?"

"Are you okay?" I ask him. "Like, truly okay?"

"I'm getting there. Why?"

I nibble on my bottom lip and keep my eyes on the table. "Because I'm not," I say honestly. I lift my gaze to meet Austin's confused and worried one. "I'm not okay with worrying every single day that you might be in danger. I'm not okay with keeping things from your grandmother. I'm not okay with you constantly putting yourself in situations that might end your life. I'm just—" I sigh. "I'm not okay. With any of this."

"Ally..." he says slowly. I can see in his eyes that he doesn't know how to respond. He takes my hand that was lying on the table in his and rubs his thumb across my knuckles. "I thought you knew what you were getting yourself into when you agreed to a relationship with me. I thought you knew how reckless I was."

"I did," I tell him. "But my feelings for you have only grown since then, which is why I'm not okay with any of this anymore. I love you, but I can't stand being in a relationship where you go out and I stay here, hoping you'll come back in one piece."

"Hey, I'm still here, aren't I?" he says, squeezing my hand.

"Yeah, but for all we know you could be in the hospital next week. I can't stand—"

He cuts me off. "What do you want me to do, Ally?" he asks, his voice getting louder. "Lock myself in a room? This is my life, and I don't know how you expect me to change that fact."

Not wanting to get in a fight over this, I get up. "How about you stop racing and avoid the racetrack?" I suggest, and leave the room before he has a chance to respond.

I'm almost at the bottom of the staircase when I feel my arm being pulled back.

"LET ME GO!" I scream.

He growls. "Really, are you going to do this right now?" He asks. "You want to be let go, fine!" He releases my arm and turns around to return to the living room.

I sigh. "Austin—"

He shakes his head. "—no, I don't want to hear, Ally."

"But…" I stop and think about what to say as he neared the house door. "Austin, I'm serious! We need to talk this out instead of avoiding each other!" I call after him as he placed his hand on the doorknob.

Funny how it's the exact reverse of our situation at this point.

Austin turns around to face me. "Technically, we're not avoiding each other but you can call it whatever you want." He says.

I sigh. "Fine. Anyways, you really need to think about constantly going out there and injuring yourself!"

He shrugs. "Ally, I know you're my girlfriend and all but that doesn't give you control over how I live my life!" He exclaims.

I throw my hands up in the air in a surrendering way. "You want to live your life reckless, fine!" I shout and am about to storm off when I realize that I'm doing the exact same thing I did at first.

Am I being bipolar at this point?

"Babe," Austin's face goes soft. What is wrong with us? We're mad then we're caring. I'm confused. "Ugh…I'll lower my reckless level only a notch. I can't be having them think that I'm some weak ass guy, who still pees on himself when he gets punched in the gut too hard." Wait, I didn't know that.

I let out a thankful breath.

Why?

Because I'm glad we're not arguing. All I want to do is snuggle up with him while being surrounded by candles. The scent of the candles and his cologne will be the perfect combination. Yup, snuggling with Austin won't be such a bad thing. And…This is when I wake up to reality and accept the fact that I have to continue to tend to his wounds and none of that will happen at this moment.

I stand on my tippy-toes and kiss his lips. When I pull away, Austin pouts.

I laugh, "What?"

He tries to pout harder. "You left me hanging," he says and tries to make a move, but I back away. "Stop," he whines.

I chuckle, "When you get healthy, you get lips."

Plain and Simple.

Me being me expects Austin to do some goofy smile that'll indicate that he's on board with whatever I said. What I didn't see coming is this smirk he has? It's not your average smirk. In fact, it makes chills run all through me.

"Which lips?" Austin's voice is husky.

My eyes widen.

Okay, now…THAT'S WHY!

I gasp and pick up the closest thing near me—which was the tv remote—and chunk it at his chest.

"AUSTIN!" I exclaim. "You're getting more and more immature the longer we're in a relationship."

He chuckles, "You say that like it's a bad thing."

I groan and roll my eyes. "Ugh…" I turn around and walk into the kitchen.

BADOOM!

"Ahh!" I scream and jump in the air. Unfortunately, I didn't land correctly and fell on the floor.

I think my leg just twisted.

"Ouch, my leg!" I yell.

Austin is by my side very quickly. If it wasn't for the candle lights, I wouldn't be able to see how caring he looked right now. "What happened?" He asks.

"I–I–" I couldn't speak. My voice was cracking. Tears were starting to roll down my cheeks. I was a mess. "AHHH!" I scream in pain. My leg is killing me right now.

You can hear footsteps approaching.

"What happened?!" That was Elliot's voice. Even though I can't see him, I know his voice.

"I think she fell." Austin tells him. "Here, come on." Austin says and begins to pick me up.

I shake my head. "No, Austin, you're literally working with one hand right now. On his right arm, Austin had a lot of bruises that prevented him from moving it a lot. So, we wrapped it up in a towel and a strap the best way we could. You could say that we made a homemade wrist brace. "Austin, you don't need to—"

As if I was nothing but a piece of crum on the floor, Austin lifts me into the air with only one arm.

"Take her to the couch." Jack instructs.

"No, take her to the bedroom." Cassidy suggests. "It has more space and it's more comfortable."

Elliot pushes Austin out of the kitchen. "Lie her on her back." He tells him.

I scream again when I feel my leg touch the wall.

"You're okay. You're okay." Austin keeps telling me.

Despite the fact that I was TOTALLY NOT OKAY, I did feel good with Austin holding onto me like I was his whole life. Maybe I'm being extra. Who knows? What I do know is…the way Austin is holding me, he's holding me with all of his arm strength meaning that his hand was positioned on my butt.

"Austin…" His name came out muffled from my tears. We're halfway through the stairs.

"What? Are you okay?" He asks. "Do I need to hurry up? Or, do you want me to slow down? Am I hurting your leg? Is anything else bothering you? You did take a huge fall and I know how much you're scared of—"

Cute.

"Your hand is on my butt." I blurt out.

Austin halts. Thankfully, we're at the top of the staircase. "You…Ally, trust me, if I wanted to make a move, I would." He leaves it there before he picks up the pace again.

I swallow whatever spit I could manage in my throat.

This boy will defiantly be the death of me.

He gently lowers me down.

"Here." He lies me down, making sure to stack pillows around my body for me to lean on. He places more pillows by my leg.

I laugh. "Ironic how I was taking care of you and now you're taking care of me."

He smiles. "Mhmm…"

Cassidy's POV

Ally is hurt.

Ally is hurt.

ALLY IS HURT!

I move around the kitchen frantically as I search for anything useful in Ally's situation. Elliot must have seen this, because I soon felt a hand wrapped around my waist. His head laid perfectly in the crook of my neck.

I close my eyes after feeling his chilling breath.

"Calm down." He mumbles in my neck. "I got this. You go to my room—"

"—in the dark?" What can I say? I'm still kind of afraid of the dark.

He chuckles, "Take a candle or two and get to my room." He orders then pecks my cheek. Suddenly, his hand wanted to be naughty and slapped my butt. "Go." He demanded.

"Y-yeah, okay." I say. Why am I so…not in control? I want to be in control of Ally's situation and Elliot, but I guess I can't have everything. If only this didn't happen…gosh, I feel so bad for Ally.

I grab two candles from the living room and make my way up the stairs. I slowly began to walk pass Ally's room, not without peaking. I see Austin sitting where her feet were. I smile, knowing that she was in good hands.

Only I hope.

I walk into Elliot's room and place a candle on his dresser and in his bathroom. Thankfully, the candle can bright up a room.

"Are you okay?" Elliot scared me and I shrieked a little, but he meant it in the most innocent way.

I turn around to face him. "Yeah." I say and push a strand of my hair behind my ear.

"No…" He says softly and approaches me. He takes that strand of my hair and returns it to where it once was. "I like it there. You look…beautiful."

Beautiful?

He thinks that I'm beautiful even when I look like a mess.

I think I got a good one, ladies.

"Will it sound too forced if I told you to kiss me?" I say with a smile.

He chuckles. "Not at all." He leans in and captures my lips just like I wanted him to. I felt my knees buckle and I tried to regain my strength to continue standing, but I gave and allowed myself to move back as far as I could before falling onto the bed.

He falls on top of me.

We're in the awkward position.

Yes, awkward.

It's awkward when I'm a virgin, okay. Don't judge.

"Sleep sounds good." I quickly say and I know that'll piss him off.

He looks at me like I just stole his pride. "What…ugh…" He groans and rolls off to my right side. He leaves an arm wrapped around me.

BADOOM!

I jump a little.

"I got'cha." He reassures and tightens his arm.

I smile.

How lucky am I to have such a guy! Eeeeeek!

"Can we make out?" And there it goes.

I roll my eyes. "I don't know. What's in it for me?" I chuckle.

He plays along. "I don't know. Maybe kissing the hottest guy ever to grace this planet."

I scoff, "Don't get cocky. You're not the hottest guy. Ooh, I would so go for a Justin Timberlake or Ryan Gosling or Adam Levine or even Theo James right now."

Elliot shakes his head. "Wow. Why go for the amateurs when you have a pro right here?!" He exclaims before trying to kiss me, but I move. "Stop. Stay still."

I shake my head. "No." I say. "We'll make out later."

He smiles like a child getting candy. "Okay."

CRACK!

UMPH!

"What the—" I raise up then let out a scream. "AHH! Your window just broke."

Elliot quickly sits up. "Is that a rock on my floor?"

Austin's POV

"AHH!"

I jumped, which in result, made me bump her leg.

"Ow ow ow ow…" Ally cries.

"Sorry," I quickly apologize. "Cassidy screaming made me jump."

I wrap the soft cloth around her leg, making sure not to put too much pressure on it.

"Thanks."

I smile and chuckle. "It's fine, Ally." I tell her. "Besides, you took care of me."

Ally sighs, "Yeah…how are you feeling?"

I shrug my shoulders. "Good. I guess." I get done wrapping her leg. "Alright, get some sleep." I tell her and move to stand up, but I'm suddenly pulled back down.

"Can we cuddle?" She asks.

I laugh, "You like my cuddles."

She laughs, "Now don't get cocky!"

"Now don't get cocky!" I make fun of her voice. She lightly punches my chest as I fall to the bed. I wrap my arms around her somewhat cold body. "Hey…" I put my face in her hair. I love that my breath makes her flinch. "Go to sleep. You're okay."

She nods her head. "Where did I find you?" She chuckles.

"On a race car track about thirty minutes from here on a very humid day…"

She nudges my stomach. "I can't with you."

"I CAN with you." Why am I like this?

She laughs, "Stop!" she exclaims. "Okay, I'm going to sleep."

I lean over and plant a kiss on her cheek. "Sleep, tight."

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DOS!

TWO more chapters guys! After this, it may be the end. You know how we first said that there WILL be a sequel? Probably not. We said PROBABLY! We'll let you know in time. Just sayin' not to get ahead of yourselves. We're all very busy people, we've got other stuff going on in our lives than writing Fanfics.

Until next time,

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