Correction Fluid, a continuation

I do not own Austin and Ally. This is a direct continuation of part one, as requested.

The pen gets uncapped.

She could change the K to a B. Biss, what would that even mean? It could stand for Because I Said So, but what would she be saying, and why so forcefully?

She could be saying "kiss me."

If she changes the S to G, that could work. Except that's not a word either. Besides, he's already seen that the book says for her to kiss him.

So she should kiss him, right?

Wrong. Right.

Gray area?

She should talk to Gavin about this.

"Hey Ally, everything alright?" She jolts up at the sound of her boyfriend's voice, pen streaking across her cheek.

"Everything's fine. Why wouldn't it be fine?" The rapidity of her words suggests otherwise.

His thumb caresses her face, wiping at the ink.

The calendar is behind him. Her eyes dart to it. His eyes follow.

"What?"

Kiss Austin

Gavin nods to her as she approaches Austin, tapping him on the shoulder.

"There you are. You've been missing all-."

There's a kiss where a word should be. A long, passionate one that she doesn't want to pull away from.

Cough cough.

Right, he's still in the room.

Well, this is awkward. He said she could fulfill her promise, not that she could eat his face off. (Okay, that might be a bit extreme, seeing as how his face is as perfect as ever, with red crawling up the sides.)

She hands him the calendar and runs out of the room. He flits his eyes to Gavin.

"I should go talk to her."

"No, I'll go talk to her," Austin commands. For some reason, he lets him.

Knock knock.

His heart jumps as his knuckles rap against the practice room door.

And then it opens.

Campfire, Sunday after dark

The marshmallows butt up against each other as the boys lean over the campfire. Austin and Gavin try to pull apart, but the two treats have melted into one. Can't they do the same? Just give her a Gustin or Avin, and then no hearts have to be broken.

If two people are conjoined at the hip, do you date one of them, or both? You can't throw a blanket over the one and pretend he's not there.

You can't date two people at once either.

You have to choose.

They manage to pull the marshmallows apart, and she sighs. These past few nights haven't been filled with much sleep. When she finally does, her dreams fill with fantasies she dare not express aloud.

Not if she wants to stay with Gavin.

Does she though?

"Ooh, let's tell scary stories!" Austin says, licking the chocolate off of his fingers.

Trust her, she's already scared enough. Scared of losing a best friend. Scared of losing Gavin.

Her fingers tighten around her s'more and the cracker breaks.

As long as her heart doesn't follow suit.

We need to talk, Monday morning

She nudges him awake with the calendar.

"Wh-what's wrong?" he yawns. "Did you have a bad dream?"

She shows him the calendar. "Come walk with me."

"What's up?" he asks, pulling a sweatshirt over his bare chest. She waits until he's out of the tent to continue the conversation.

"You know how you said that you understood that the kiss was just fulfilling some silly old promise and that I don't have a crush on you anymore?" She lets her hand sway with the morning breeze.

"Yeah." His voice is inquisitive, with a slight note of sleep laced within.

Here it goes.

Everything. This could be a terrible mistake.

"What if I was wrong?"

She risks it anyway.

Break up with Gavin, Monday afternoon

It doesn't go down the way she plans. No explanation of how she needs to take a break to let her mind breathe, or how she still wants to be friends with him.

He walked up to her, said he thought she could use some time to figure things out and asked to still be her friend.

All those words stolen out of her mouth.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Cat sit Baritone, Friday

While cleaning the litterbox she finds a crumpled ball of paper in the garbage can. She sees her name, but she resists temptation. If he wanted her to know, he would have told her.

Baritone slides between her feet and jumps at the garbage bin, knocking it over. The paper ball flies out. She chases it around the room.

Austin comes in.

"What are you playing with, Barry?"

His eyes grow.

"I didn't read it, I swear. It was none of my business." She picks up the feline to pet her.

"Trust me, you don't want to read it. It's really bad, and I don't feel that way about you anymore." Now that he knows it was an accidental missing of the meeting, all that hatred in that song has melted away.

Only thing is, she doesn't know it's not a love song.

So she excuses herself to cry.

Can we talk, 2pm

He gives the calendar to Trish, who in turn gives it to Ally. She's been ignoring him all week.

"I didn't think you'd come."

"Well, you didn't write a location, so I wasn't sure where to find you."

"Sorry about that."

The dialogue goes empty.

"What'd you want to talk about?"

"Us."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

As soon as he can remember how to string a sentence together.

First date, 11 am

He rents a tandem bike to her house, a picnic basket hanging from the handle bars.

He may have copied the idea from a movie that he watched with Dez last week, crying at the happy ending while mentally taking notes.

"Ready to go?"

She's been ready for a long time now. Slipping the calendar into her bag, she sits on the back seat of the bike. There's no sunset to peddle off into, but it's just as perfect.

Besides, they'll have plenty of time for that.

It's all just a penstroke away.

Commence happily ever after, Now