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Hello friends! It's finally here. The final chapter of this story! I literally only finished writing this on Saturday. Ahhh.

Enjoy! I don't own anything!

Ally placed her pink shirt on top of the pile and then stopped to admire her work.

Sunday; their last day in Vancouver.

Ally was packing her belongings; her clothes, her books, her personal belongings, random knick-knacks she's found. Everything fit neatly and nicely into her suitcase. Ally huffed as she placed the last of her books into the black case. She wiped sweat from her forehead.

Packing was a workout.

The debate team was to walk out as a group to the airport in a few hours. Ally had already started packing yesterday night after Austin finally left her alone for more than five minutes.

At the thought of Austin, a shiver ran down her spine. That boy knew twisted and exhilarating ways.

Ally placed the last of her clothes into her suitcase. Only then did she realize that she was still in her pajamas and that most of her clothes were packed tightly at the bottom of her suitcase under all of her books and belongings. She smacked a hand on her forehead.

Ally quickly changed out of her pajamas and dug through her luggage for the first thing on the pile of clothing.

Austin's shirt and Adidas track pants.

Ally bit her lip before shaking her head. What the heck? She pulled his shirt over her head and slipped into his track pants. Ally grinned as she found his snapback from the day at the art gallery wedged between her books in her nightstand.

She could pass as an Austin Moon imposter.

Well, aside from the maple breath.

Ally frowned at the huge snapback that was way too big for her head. She readjusted the fitting until it was snug on her head. Perfect. Ally left her hair the way it was before returning to packing her carry on.

Ally chucked everything she owned left that wasn't already packed into her bag. Her water bottle, her scarf- in case it got cold, her extra pens, paper and of course, her current read.

When she finished with that, her phone buzzed. Ally walked over to where it was charging on the nightstand, only to find even more clothes hidden in a pile under her bed. Ally gaped at it.

Since when did she have so many t-shirts?

She sighed, deciding to pack after a little texting break. Ally wiped the screen of her phone with her thumb. Trish was asking her if she wanted to go shopping.

i already packed tho

c'mon it'll be fun

by fun do you mean fun for you or fun for me

fun for me

Ally hesitated.

i'll think about it

Trish texted her back the location where they were meeting up and Ally promised to text her back if she did decided to go.

When Trish stopped texting her, Ally sighed and returned to the pile of surprise shirts she found on the floor. There were only a few- maybe three or four- but now she had to flip the shirts inside out, unpack her luggage, squeeze the shirts in, repack, and hope everything fits.

Ally sat down on the floor cross-legged, slouching over the shirts. She sighed as she turned them inside out, trying to finish the task as fast as possible.

Just then, someone knocked on her door.

"It's open," Ally called over her shoulder. As the person stepped into the room without greeting, Ally assumed it was room service. Sometimes they greeted her, sometimes they kept to themselves.

Before Ally could reassure her thoughts, an arm snaked around her waist, lifting her a good few inches off the ground. Ally's leg's instinctively kicked out, which was good as she was suddenly flipped over so she landed on her stomach on the ground. Ally didn't have time to think as she was- again- suddenly flipped over like a pancake so she was on her back.

Before she could even blink Ally felt a pair of soft lips give her a gentle kiss. Ally sighed, savouring the taste of maple on his lips.

"Good morning," Austin murmured. Ally opened her eyes. When Austin saw that her eyes were open, he smirked. Ally rolled her eyes, shoving Austin off of her.

"You could have said that like a normal person instead of pulling me away from what I was doing and throwing me on the ground," Ally huffed. She sat up, taking off the snapback, flipping her hair out of her face and resumed her work of folding clothes.

"What's the fun in doing that, sweetheart?" Austin asked. He sat back on his haunches before going cross-legged like her.

Ally wrinkled her nose even though her back was now turned towards him. "Sweetheart?"

Austin frowned, then looked down at his open palm. A pen that stuck out of his back pocket suddenly was scribbling ink onto his hand. "Apparently, you don't like the nicknames baby, sweetie, honey..." Austin stuck his tongue out as he scribbled on his hand. "Or sweetheart."

Ally cocked her head. It was true. She hated all of those.

Ally went back to packing but not before giving Austin an innocent shrug of her shoulder. She heard him shuffle around her carpet a bit before she saw the top of the bed dip before her eyes.

Austin had taken a flying leap for her bed and landed on his back.

"Austin!" Ally scolded him. It wasn't that she minded, it's just the dust that she could see because of the sunlight made her feel uncomfortable. My nose is itchy.

"What?" He asked. "Just testing to see if all the beds feel the same," he said. Ally remembered when Austin had asked if all the beds felt the same during his half-drunken state. Austin pushed a fist into the mattress. "Feels the same." He stretched over the comforter. "Comforts the same."

Ally rolled her eyes, though he was acting so adorable she couldn't help but chuckle. "Lick it and see if it tastes the same, why don't ya?"

He didn't hear her. "Made of the same material, I suppose." Austin sniffed the pillow and then recoiled. "Woah, definitely smells different." He took another sniff of the pillow. "Yup, definitely different."

Ally frowned, she was still folding her shirts. Two more to go. "What's that supposed to mean?"

There was a pause. "It smells different because it smells like you."

Ally blinked. "Makes sense," she mumbled. She tucked the last of her shirts back into her suitcase before zipping up the sides. Only the sides wouldn't zip. Ally clenched her teeth together, pressing one hand firmly on the top of the suitcase.

The zippers wouldn't budge.

Ally groaned. "Let me help," Austin piped up from her bed. He must've been watching her struggle the entire time. That thought made Ally huff.

Austin rolled off her bed. His ass landed on her suitcase. Ally, used to screaming at him, was confused for a second before she understood what he wanted her to do. Ally quickly found the zippers on the side of her suitcase and eased them together.

"Thanks," Ally huffed. She was sweating from all of that hard work. Austin tapped her on the nose. Startled, Ally looked up.

"Say your thanks up here," he said, tapping his lips and shooting her a half-grin, half-cocky smile. Ally rolled her eyes, lifting her head to press her lips to his.

She closed her eyes as she felt Austin relax. He was still sitting on her luggage.

Ally was about to pull away when suddenly Austin leaned in closer. He swiped his tongue over her upper lip. Captivated, Ally felt her mouth slowly part as his hands reached over to cup her face. Austin rubbed his thumb into her cheek.

Ally let out a small whimper. She let her hands roam. They ran up the expanse of his arm, not missing a single dip of his bicep. She ran her hands through his hair, tugging and kneading her fingers through his thick blond mane.

And suddenly, Austin was tumbling off of her luggage. He leaned forward too much and was basically falling over her.

Which was fine by her.

Austin placed both hands on either side of her, trapping her between the floor and him. Austin grinned. He was relentless with her lips. Ally was constantly gasping for breath.

She groaned when Austin wrapped a handful of her hair around his and gently guided her head to the side, exposing her neck. The softness of his lips made her squirm. Ally ran her hands through his hair again to hide the fact that she was trembling.

What left Ally really squeamish was his nose nuzzling her collarbone. She's had enough. Ally abruptly pushed Austin off of her, sending him tumbling away. He pouted at her. "What was that for?" He asked innocently, his face flushed; though his smirk said otherwise. She was probably all flustered and out of breath.

"Get out," Ally grumbled, pointing her finger at the door. "I need to finish packing—"

"Your luggage is already packed."

"—And I don't need any more distractions."

Austin blinked. However a slow smile suddenly spread across his features, making his dimples appear. Ally bit her lip to keep from jumping his bones. "So I'm a distraction."

"Austin, get out," Ally groaned, burying her face in her hands. She was fighting off an embarrassed smile. The butterflies in her stomach flipped and did three-sixties.

Ally heard Austin shuffle on the floor and get up. "Is that my hat?" He asked suddenly. Ally was confused at first, her hands flying to her head where his snapback was missing in action. She glanced across the floor and found it lying on the carpet. She huffed, turning back to him.

"And your pants," she grinned at him, kicking out to show off her track pants-covered legs. "And your shirt," she gave him a cheeky grin. Austin looked astounded for a moment for shaking his head knowingly. "I kind of borrowed them."

"And when were you planning to return them?"

Ally bit her lip. Never. Ally opened her mouth, planning to say something like I'll wash them and then return them to you, but Austin saved her the trouble.

"Ah, keep them. They look better on you," he said gently. Ally felt a blush rise to her cheeks. Austin gave her a soft smile before walking over to her and kissing her on the cheek. "Have fun packing, know-it-all." He disappeared out the door.

Maybe there was a nickname she liked after all.

Ally decided to take part in Trish's offer to go shopping. She vowed not to buy anything however, and to only spend a few minutes- an hour maximum- there. She wanted to save her energy for the plane ride and the jet lag to come.

Trish was blabbing non-stop to Jace who walked beside the curly-haired Latina. Ally listened intently, happy for the first time in a while.

Ally wandered around with the two aimlessly for a bit, occasionally nodding her head and listening to their conversation. Ally felt so giddy and full of it. She got a sudden burst of energy. She felt invincible; like she could do anything.

Ally liked the feeling.

"She's doing it again."

"Hey! Hey! Earth to Ally." A hand waved across her face. It took Ally three seconds to realize there was actually something in front of her face. Ally snapped her head to look at Trish who was waving her palm in front of her eyes. "Earth to Ally."

"What is it, Houston?" She asked, playing along. Trish rolled her eyes.

"Get your head out of the clouds." Trish shook her head. "You almost walked right into a group of old people."

Ally blinked, turning around. A group of men and woman with walkers and canes passed her, grumbling. Some elders even shook their heads at her. Ally felt embarrassed. "Oops."

Jace walked along, glancing at some pastries through the window of a bakery shop they stopped in front of. Trish walked over to Ally and gave her head a gentle knock. "What's going on in that head of yours?"

Ally blinked. If Trish could read her thoughts, she'd be seeing a lot of blond and kissing and skin and crumpled sheets. And maybe some sinful things that would make her want to run to the priests and beg for forgiveness. Ally abruptly cut her thoughts off.

God, if Trish could read her thoughts.

"I—"

"I?"

"You didn't let me finish."

"What were you gonna say?"

"I..." Ally trailed off. "I think... we should..." Ally looked around. She spotted Jace looking at one of the many sponge cakes on display. "We should grab a bite!"

Trish narrowed her eyes and sighed. "Alright then, Ally." The two walked into the bakery. "I hope this doesn't have anything to do with Austin Moon."

Ally had told Trish all about her wild days all in a single phone call that lasted three hours. She was up, silently screaming to Trish and packing all at the same time. Trish, listening intently, only made grunts of approval and 'oh no he didn't's at the appropriate times.

"Pfft. Of course not." She waved her hand dismissively in front of Trish's face. Ally turned away to hide the blush on her cheeks. "Let's just grab a bite and get out of here. We've got two hours until we're due at the airport."

"Whatever you say," Trish said sarcastically after a short pause. Ally could hear Trish's eyes rolling.

As the three paid for their pastries- Jace with a serving of strawberry sponge cake, Trish with a chocolate croissant and Ally with a slice of lemon cake- Ally thought about what a fun trip she's had.

She's had the most fun she's had in a while. Heck, this topped last year's debate trip times ten. Last year, she was just cooped in her hotel suite reading Gone with the Wind and The Outsiders and crying because poor old Johnny. This year, however, she's jumped so far from her comfort zone, she wasn't sure she could find her way back, even with a map.

She's seen and done and experienced so many new things. She tried alcohol for the first time, believe it or not. And she's been to an open-mic night. Ally's got a lot of stories to tell her grandkids now. Especially the one about wrestling on the floor of Science World.

Total bucket list material.

Ally was glad, in a way, that she loved debate so much to go on such a fascinating trip away from home. Even though she might've lost her chance at a scholarship, she found something she wouldn't have if Ms. Krum never sent Piper and Kira home.

Thanks Piper.

And maybe she should stop living reading so many books and thinking fairytale endings were possible. She struck out twice on this trip thinking that she could find the perfect guy when really the perfect guy was busy eating a stack of pancakes.

Ally was just glad she wasn't so uptight and all-business like Trish used to say to her. Now, Trish actually appreciated her humour and wild stories. Ally recalled a text she received from Trish on their first night in the city, about getting lucky.

She certainly felt lucky, alright.

And maybe, just maybe, lemon cake might be her new favourite dessert.

"She's doing it again."

"Hey! Hey! Earth to Ally."

This time, her head was too full of stars.

Ally sighed.

"Don't get me wrong, Trish. I love movies, but this is just a mess!" Ally grumbled. She flipped through the channels of available movies to watch. The bunch included Inside Out, Home and the Minions movies. Ally already watched all of those.

"Then just watch them again, it's not a big deal. You read books again all the time," Trish said. She, for once, wasn't nose-deep in a fashion catalogue, but rather staring out of the aisle as the flight attendants came down with the food carts. Ally cocked her head to the side.

"Trish we literally just ate."

"But I'm hungry," Trish said. She frowned, then gave Ally a suggestive look. "I bet you are too." The food cart came rolling past their faces. Ally spotted pastries ranging from egg tarts to cakes and appetizers ranging from soup to salads. Ally looked away.

"I want to, but—"

"But?"

"But I shouldn't. I get nauseous eating on airplanes."

"But it's food. Come on, Ally. A little egg tart wouldn't hurt." Trish grinned at her as she grabbed two egg tarts. She placed one in Ally's hands. "Bottom's up!"

Ally rolled her eyes. She placed her egg tart on the little slide-out table that was built into the airplane seat. "Maybe later. I think I'm gonna read for a while."

"Suit yourself."

Ally was sitting in the middle seat out of three. Trish was on her left; a seat away from the aisle. They were seated on the very right lane of the airplane. The seat beside Ally was empty. It was supposed to be for one of the many people that got sent home earlier during the trip.

Ally pulled out The Great Gatsby and flipped through a few pages. The plane only took off an hour ago. She had at least four more to sit through.

Ally was really enjoying herself. She was glad she didn't get motion sickness on airplanes, and that her ears didn't pop too many times. The Great Gatsby was an impressive piece of literature.

Suddenly, something pelted Ally in the back of the head. She flinched. Ally felt the balled-up piece of paper drop from the top of her head to the back of her seat. She swivelled around, her curls giving her a slight whiplash. She suddenly wished she kept Austin's snapback on.

Ally raised an eyebrow at the balled-up piece of paper. Ally slowly picked it up, taking precautions. She relaxed a little when there wasn't a piece of chewed-up gum on the inside.

What's crackalackin, Know-It-Ally?

Ally rolled her eyes. She didn't bother replying. He just interrupted her when the book was beginning to get good. She crumpled the ball of paper and tossed it over her head. She didn't wait to see if it made it to its destination. She calculated the throw. She knew it made it back.

The wad of paper didn't come back.

Ally continued to read.

She read a few more pages, the time flying outside of her little bubble. The Please keep your seatbelts on sign flashed brightly once, then dimmed down. You were now allowed to take off your seatbelts. Ally stayed in her seat however, and so did Trish, she realized.

There was a lot of things going down in the novel. It was satisfying to read, and at the same time soothing. It mended her soul for a bit.

Fascinated, suddenly, by the clouds outside, Ally took a moment to admire the sky outside her little airplane window. She remembered the checklist she made on her first plane ride of the trip.

Ally shifted over a seat, sitting now by the window seat. She blew a huff of air onto the window. It fogged up.

Try authentic maple syrup.

She added a check beside it.

She then proceeded to write all the other things that's she's accomplished and done in the past few days. The list was long and tedious and quite quirky at times. When she was done, Ally returned back to her original seat, wiping her palms against her pants.

Ally yawned. Only a two and a half more hours now. Trish hadn't said a word for a while now. Ally yawned again, trying to set her fuzzy mind straight. But it was no use. She needed a good nap.

After all, she was up remarkably late last night.

Ally settled against the seat, pulling the blanket up closer to her chest. She snuggled against the blanket and the headrest.

However, just as Ally felt her body begin to settle down and relax, she felt the Latina flinch beside her. Ally cocked her head to the side, blinking the sleep out of her eyes. Trish just jolted awake.

Of course she'd been sleeping.

"What? What is it?" She heard her curly-haired best friend snap. There was a bit of mumbling on the other side. "No way! I was comfortable until you woke me up."

"Come on, Trish."

Ally tried to make out the person standing over Trish. Her eyes were readjusting to the light. Ally heard Trish huff in response. The Latina shifted in her seat. Ally knew what that meant all too well. Whenever Trish turned to talk to someone it usually meant she was dead serious and in no way will ever give in to what the other person wanted.

Ever.

"Look. I know you've got a little agenda going on. And a thing for—" There was a pause. Ally heard the rustle of blankets on Trish's lap. "But no. No means no. And you're not getting past me." Ally heard the harrumph Trish made.

The word had passed.

Ally decided to go back to sleep. Although she didn't make it the first time, with Trish bickering with someone who's voice was muffled by the plane and the crowd's noises, she could find a silence somewhere in between.

"Bribery won't work, Mister." Ally nuzzled back into the pillow she brought for the flight. Although there was less than two hours left, a little nap wouldn't hurt her system.

Ally thought about Gatsby as she slowly drifted off into a fitful sleep. However, Trish kept talking over her thoughts. And a baby had just began to cry.

Wonderful.

"Usually money would be a pretty good offer. But, I like my seat."

"Can you guys keep it down?" Ally grumbled. She just couldn't take the noise anymore. She was impatient, even though only a few minutes earlier she thought she could cope with the loud silence.

"Ah, Sleeping Beauty wakes." Ally lifted her head, blinking the darkness out of her vision. Austin had his elbow on the edge of Trish's headrest. Trish looked angry. Austin looked smug. They must've been bickering.

Ally hadn't seen Austin at all since the morning. He hadn't changed. The same dark, navy sweater; a jacket thrown over it, however. The same dark gray jeans, the same high tops.

Ally blew off some steam. She actually wanted to sleep. "And now she'd like to go back to sleep if you two are done."

"We are."

"We're not."

The replies came at the same time.

Trish— who argued they were done— glared at Austin. The blond in turn just flashed her a questioning glance. Ally sensed a playful tension crackle in the air.

"What Trish meant to say was that we're done," Austin said, glaring at the Latina. "She was just about to switch seats with me—"

"Yeah right!" Trish snorted. Trish then turned to Ally. "He's leaving. Tell him to leave."

"Austin, leave," Ally said, giving Austin a menacing look. Point one: she wanted to sleep. Point two: Trish was her best friend. Of course she would side with her BFF over her BF.

Bros before hoes.

Austin pouted. Ally bit her lip. "Aw, don't be like that."

Ally just rolled her eyes, but didn't say anything. She left the stage for Trish to take. It looked like the Latina had a few strong words to say to the blond.

"Alright, Austin. You've got ten seconds to walk back down the aisle and strap yourself back into your seat before I kick your sorry ass off this plane without a parachute," Trish said, dead serious. Ally couldn't help but snicker.

Austin didn't seem to hear her however, which made Ally's snicker die down. He seemed to be thinking about something. His eyes travelled back to his seat for a second, which made Ally wonder if he was going to walk back over there without a fight. That would probably shock her out of her wits.

However, when he turned back around to face the two girls, he had a smirk on his face. "Trish," he addressed the Latina. "Let's say, maybe my seat is beside someone you actually want to sit beside?"

Trish snorted again. "There's no one on this planet I'd rather sit beside than Ally—"

Austin turned his head back to his seat. "Hey Jace! She says she doesn't wanna—"

Quick as lightning, Trish undid her seatbelt, sprung out of her seat and went racing down the aisle. She nearly knocked Austin over, who pressed himself into her seat to avoid being ploughed over.

Austin plopped down into Trish's seat before Ally could say anything. "And that my friend, is how you get what you want." He clicked the seatbelt into place, flashing her a goofy grin.

Ally gave him a sarcastic quizzical look, narrowing her eyes. "Makes me wonder what else you're hiding," she said mockingly.

Austin shook his head. His wild hair flying into his eyes. "Nothing that should worry you, I suppose," he said. A hint of mischief laced his voice.

Ally raised an eyebrow but didn't say more.

Austin looked like he wanted to say a lot of things, however. "So, what was your favourite memory on this trip?"

"What is this? An interrogation?" Ally asked, faking skeptism. Austin just shook his head, laughing. He grabbed one of Trish's egg tart spoons and held it to her lips like a microphone.

Austin quirked an eyebrow at her. Ally just sighed. "Well. I'd say my favourite memory on this trip was actually that Art Gallery we went to."

Austin gave her a satisfied look. "Care to explain?"

"Well, I got so inspired by it. Anything can be art; the lamps made from random household objects taught me that. Anything and everything is art. I just needed a little reminder about that. Other than the lamps, everything else was spectacular. Truly a great sight to see..." She trailed off, wondering if all her appreciative ranting was getting a little out of hand. "And by local artists, too? Canadians really do have talent."

Austin chuckled. With the hand not holding the spoon— his right— he slid it around her shoulders, tangling his fingers in her hair. He drew her close, smiling a dazzling smile at her the entire time. Ally slumped forward, over the armrest and into his warm chest. Happiness and heat radiated from the both of them as Austin planted a soft kiss on her forehead.

"You're so cute when you gush," Austin murmured. Ally sighed contently. They stayed in a little pile of mush for a while before Ally decided to return the favour.

"What about you? What was your favourite memory?"

Austin frowned, his arm still around her shoulder. Ally sat up a little, trying to get comfortable again while she waited for his answer. She glanced at the egg tart Trish had given her. Her stomach growled in response.

"And give me that spoon while you're at it." Austin handed her the spoon. Austin did a double take when she stuck it right into the egg tart. She eyed him. "What?"

"Nothing," he said too quickly. A blush made its way onto his cheeks. "I just thought you were going to use that as a microphone."

"I'm not as childish as you," Ally said, rolling her eyes. She frowned as she couldn't cut into a piece of the crust of the tart. She shrugged then just picked up the pastry and bit a piece off, peeling the aluminum cup as she went.

"I think my favourite experience of this has got to be Helen's wedding," Austin said. "Not only was it great to see everyone again, but honestly, it's the most fun I've had in a while. Yeah... pretty great."

"That the only reason why?" Ally asked, her mouth stuffed.

"And maybe hearing you recite the entire second act of Romeo and Juliet from memory, wow. Even saying those weird, Elizabethan time words that only made sense back then."

Ally knew he was being sarcastic but just waved a hand as if it were no big deal. Secretly, she was pleased.

Suddenly, the plane lurched to the left. Ally's egg tart slid to the left, nearly off the edge of the table if she didn't catch it in time. The lights of the plane flickered for a bit. She's seen enough horror movies to know that wasn't a good sign.

However, the plane readjusted itself as fast as the turbulence happened. Ally sighed. She wasn't afraid of airplanes as much ever since she joined debate. They've been to conferences everywhere and airplanes just weren't her biggest fear anymore. They've never been really.

Austin, on the other hand, looked like his life just flashed before his eyes. He gripped the armrests of the seat so hard his knuckles drained of all blood. Ally frowned at him. "Austin, you okay?"

"Fine." He swallowed. "Doing fine," he said through clenched teeth. He stayed like that for a few more seconds until it seemed as the plane was flying smoothly again. He relaxed.

Ally cocked an eyebrow at him. She finished the rest of her egg tart. "Fear of flying?"

"You have no idea," he muttered, closing his eyes. "Usually I'm okay with turbulences but I just watched a bunch of videos of planes crashing earlier."

"Why?"

"I made it to the weird side of Youtube while we were waiting at the terminal."

Ally felt bad for him. Sure, the fear was practical, but at the same time, she wanted Austin to feel okay on the flight.

Maybe I could distract him.

"So, tell me," she started, processing her thoughts. "How many cousins do you really have? On both sides of the family."

Austin looked at her. He seemed to be thinking. "A lot. I don't think I can even count them all."

"Fair enough," she said. "You said you and Piper were really close. But who's really your favourite cousin." Ally lowered her voice and have him a mischievous look. "I won't tell."

Austin returned her playful glare. His fingers loosened. "I don't think I have a favourite. Considering I only see a couple of them every once in a while, anyway." He let out a sigh. Ally decided it was a sigh of relief.

"Okay, they may sound similar to the 'favourite memory' question, but what about the best part of this trip?"

"That's like, the exact same thing, know-it-all."

Ally huffed in annoyance. "Just answer the question. And it can't be the same like before."

"Well... the best part about this trip. Hmm." Austin got a pensive look on his face. However, it broke into a full-on grin that made Ally's heart flutter. "I think the best part about this trip was Piper and Kira getting sent home."

Ally smiled. "Hey, look at that. We finally agree on something!"

Austin smirked at her. "How about that?"

As a small, almost unnoticeable turbulence rocked the plane, Ally realized she's run out of things to ask. Even if she did ask some typical questions, she already knew the answer to most of them. She was running out of ideas.

Ally just sighed. She needed to stretch her legs. "Hang on. I'm gonna go to the bathroom."

Austin gripped her arm in a death grip as she stood up. Her wrist was so small compared to his hand. "Don't leave me!" The plane rocked gently from side to side, then stabilized itself. They must be going through a rough patch.

"Austin. I'm just gonna walk to the bathroom. I'll come right back—"

"I'll go with you!" He practically squeaked out. Austin unbuckled his seatbelt— that was practically iron around his waist— and hopped up behind her. Ally just rolled her eyes as she gripped his hand like a child and walked him to the bathroom.

"I'll just be inside," she told him sternly. Like a mother to her son.

"Okay," he said, eyes wide.

Ally rolled her eyes again. She locked the door to the bathroom and just washed her hands. The egg tart had made her fingers a little clammy and sticky. She washed her mouth too, just to get the taste and feel out.

Ally unlocked the bathroom door. Austin was still standing there, looking a little lost. However, when he saw her, his eyes zeroed in on her. Ally's leg felt a little weak.

The plane jolted up gently.

"I heard you joined the mile-high club," she blurted out. It's not that she spent every minute of her life thinking about what Kira had said so long ago. It was that being on a plane again and being so close to Austin triggered her memory.

Yeah.

That was it.

Slowly, Austin's mouth curled into a smirk. All fear dissolved from his face. He placed a hand on the door frame, trapping her in on one side. "We're a secluded group."

Ally cocked her head to the side. "I don't believe you."

Austin placed his other hand on the door frame, trapping her in between him and the bathroom door. He leaned in a little closer. Ally made a sound at the back of her throat when his lips skimmed her cheek. "I thought you didn't want to be seconds."

Austin let his nose graze her jaw. Ally groaned. Two could play at that game. Ally grabbed his shoulders firmly in her hands, staring him dead in the eye. Then she slowly gave him a smirk. Austin's breathing grew heavier.

"I don't. I don't believe you were even there the first time," Ally said slyly.

Austin imitated a look of shock. He kissed her lips gently. "I can't believe you."

Ally savoured the taste of his lips. She blinked open her eyes and looked at him through her lashes. "Would you like to join the mile-high club?"

Austin, again imitated another look of shock. "You really do know what the mile-high club is!" His lips attacked hers. The moment of passion passed through both of them. Blood pounded through Ally's veins. Her legs grew weak, making her tremble slightly. She never felt more alive.

"Of course," she murmured. Ally looked Austin right in his hooded eyes. "After all, I am a know-it-all."

Austin groaned. He removed his arms from the doorframe. One of them was placed on her hip. The other twisted the knob of the airplane washroom. Ally suspected they had at least another hour to kill.

"Make all your witty comments now, Know-It-Ally," Austin groaned. He pushed the door of the bathroom open. "When I'm done with you, you won't even remember your name."

And then he kissed her.

If there was anything Ally learned, being a know-it-all, it was that Austin was a man of his words.

Also that he didn't have a fear of airplanes.

And that's all folks!

Fun fact, this was actually supposed to be titled The Mile-High Club, but I scrapped that title.

I need to address a few thingsysysy. First. If you bother to read author's notes then you would know I put a little italicized note at the end of each of these. That was actually Austin's thought at the end of each chapter. For instance (I'm gonna use my favourite one), in chapter 4, the end note says baby. And if you were paying attention. Somewhere in the chapter Austin says a little line but quickly cuts that off. At the end of that sentence, he was meaning to say baby. :-)

Another big one is chapter 2, where you get the hint that Austin had Ally's book because he read the note her mom wrote for her inside. It's a lil complicated, but I'm sure ya'll can figure out what each note refers to in the chapter. Except 6, maybe. Chapter 6 refers to him actually reading Pride and Prejudice cause Mr. Darcy is a character in the book. :)

Alright. Finally. Thanks to all of you guys for reading this story! I'm so so SO glad you all enjoyed this comical ride Austin and Ally took! I started writing this back during the second week of Christmas break. And now it's nearly summer! Thanks for all the great reviews and all the support with this story. I love you all!

I got some more things coming your way soon. Might be a lil more provocative. We'll see...

Thanks for reading! Please leave a review and tell me what you think!

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