"She'll be at the party tomorrow and I'll be hitching a ride with her. No boyfriend – just me and her. She'll be wearing a strapless LBD (little black dress). She plans on getting drunk so there's your chance. Any questions?"

I looked up from the black notebook and looked at the two brothers in front of me – Austin and Adam. Austin has been my best friend since we were born – our mothers have been BFFs since middle school and somehow, they managed to conceive us on the same day. Adam and Austin are twins (fraternal twins) so that means all three of us shared the same birthday. It's pretty cool but since our families were so close that we were practically one big family, sometimes we have to share birthday parties and gifts so it wasn't always a good thing.

Adam and I were really, really, really good friends, but Austin and I were the best-est of friends. I only really got to know Adam when we were eleven because the Moon twins' father was sent to Brisbane to work when we were a year old and he took Adam with him. Sure, they returned every Christmas for about two weeks but two weeks a year for ten years wasn't enough time to really know someone.

Adam raised his hand. "What color will her underwear be?" he asked with a smirk. I rolled my eyes and dismissed his question with a wave of my hand while Austin snorted with laughter.

I would probably have slapped him and called him a chauvinistic male and kicked him in the balls if I wasn't part of The To-Do List.

The To-Do List was created by Austin and Adam in 10th grade. We were somewhat popular – I'm not the head cheerleader or anything but I'm the kind of person who gets along with anyone from any clique. Since the twins were jocks, I ended up in the group of "populars." And since they were jocks and they were both MVPs on the basketball team (I thought MVP – Most Valuable Player – only referred to ONE player but apparently when you're twins, you can both share the title of MVP. I don't get sports at all), naturally, they were players.

And that really sucked for me because I've been unrequitedly in love with Austin since I knew how to. I don't recall when or how I fell in love with Austin but I think it happened when Austin stole my pacifier when we were babies. Or maybe it happened when we both decided we were vampires and decided to compete against each other to see how many kids we could bite in day-care. I won. We were quite the troublemakers back then. Everyone feared Austin Moon and Ally Dawson, the vampire duo. Even Buffy would be afraid of us.

So here I was, planning all of Austin's (and occasionally, Adam's) one-night-stands while secretly being in love with him and wishing that all those girls who got the chance to touch him down south were me. Well I'm a seventeen-going-on-eighteen year old girl, I can't help having these thoughts sometimes. Um, moving on…

My job was to get acquainted with the girls on their To-Do List (which actually is a black book but the phrase "To-Do Book" doesn't sound quite as cool as "To-Do List"), find out more about them, and find ways for the boys to, for the lack of a better word, conquer them. Right now, we were working on Beth Millers, a blonde freshman who wasn't exactly the sharpest knife in the drawer. She's been held back at 9th grade for a couple of years. If she used her brain as much as an average person should, she would probably have graduated by now. Beth is your typical walking Barbie – blonde hair, flawless face (or rather, flawless make-up skills), big breasts and above-average-sized butt. She's been on Austin's to-do list for forever but she has always had a boyfriend. Now that she's finally single and ready to mingle, we're taking this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to get Austin into her pants.

Yay.

"Dude, back off – she's mine!" Austin said possessively, crossing his arms with a pout as if he were a five year old child who just got his favorite teddy bear stolen by Adam. Pfft, immature brat. Horny immature brat. Hot horny immature brat. Okay I should just stop talking.

You have no idea how much it hurts to know that all your crush wants is a quick bang instead of a committed relationship. You have no idea how much it hurts to know that all your crush wants are perfect, blonde, 24-36-24 females. You have no idea how much it hurts to know that all your crush wants is for you two to be best friends. Nothing more, nothing less. I should be happy that we're even friends, right? Most people don't even get to talk to their crushes in their lifetimes. But it's different with Austin. It just is.

Sometimes, I just want to grab Austin and kiss the life out of him. Like a Dementor's Kiss from Harry Potter, y'know? But I can't, because we're BFFLAWNEEGTBAMTT. That stands for Best Friends For Life And We're Never Ever Ever Going To Be Anything More Than That. Duh. I'm starting to sound like that Taylor Swift chick. Damn. Get a life, Ally!

"What time is she going to be there?" Austin asked, his eyes lighting up with excitement. I shrugged. "Around eight-thirty...ish. You know girls like her, they like to be fashionably late. Although I don't even think it can be considered fashionably late if they're barely even wearing any clothing..." I drifted off.

Apparently what I said turned Austin on since he smirked and licked his lips. Da-yum. All I wanted to do was to run my hands through his floppy blonde hair and taste those lips he licked all the time. He has this bad (or good) habit of licking his lips. He licks his lips all the time - when he's nervous, when he's happy, when he's happy (uh, the other kind of happy), when he's devastated, when he's pissed, when he's disappointed, when he's drunk... The only time he doesn't lick his lips is when he's licking someone else's lips. Or licking something else. I'll leave that to your own imagination.

"Alright, me and Adam will be there at nine. With Trish," he said, emphasizing Trish's name as he winked at Adam. You see, Adam had a crush on Trish, one of his closest female friends. Trish and Adam weren't as close as Austin and I were, but they've known each other for ages - Trish is Australian and they were best friends while Adam was living in Australia with his dad. Trish moved to Miami when they were seven and they lost touch until Adam moved back to Miami and realized that Trish was going to the same middle school as he was. I swear, it was fate.

Unfortunately, Trish thinks that Adam is a player (which he makes himself out to be but really, he isn't) and Adam thinks that making a girl jealous is the best way to win her heart. With that stupid logic of his (do guys even have a romantic bone in their body? Just serenade her, sweep her off her feet and kiss her!), he decided to become a player. Suuuuure Adam, that's definitely going to make Trish jealous.

And just so you're wondering, Austin thinks that this idea is STUPID with a capital 'C' (yeah he's not the best at spelling). Austin's just being a player because he's a horny idiot.

Adam blushed crimson red and smacked Austin right on the butt, making him scream like a girl. Ladies and gentlemen, my MALE buddies. Sometimes they acted like a homosexual couple. And since they look so different from each other, nobody would believe that they were twins, or even brothers. They actually have been mistaken for a gay couple. We were passing by this LGBT demonstration and some guy actually told them to join in to, and I quote, "fight for the rights to love each other the way you two seem to. You two are the cutest couple! -insert squeal-." That was the best day of my life.

Seriously, though. Austin and Adam look NOTHING alike. Sure, both had blonde hair, but Adam's eyes were blue while Austin's were brown. Adam's eyebrows were thinner than Austin's. Austin's nose was smaller than Adam's. If they were living in Nazi Germany, Hitler would definitely approve of Adam while Austin would probably have been sent to concentration camp. Just sayin'.

'Are we still on for the party tomorrow?' I texted Beth. Please say no oh please say no, I mentally prayed.

Austin leaned over to see who I was texting. When he saw it was Beth, he smirked. Adam, being curious, came over to see what was going on as well. They were both hoping for a "yes" and I pretended to do the same, but in my mind and in my heart, I was hoping for a "no."

C'mon, c'mon...

'Hell to the yeah!'

Hell to the BOOOOOOOO.

Author's Note:

Hello everyone! I'm back on FanFiction with yet another Austin & Ally fan-fiction!

I know, it's been ages since I last posted anything on here. I promised you guys a new story but it didn't work out and I'm really sorry for that! Thank you for all your support on Teen Idol (check it out if you haven't already)!

I'm really excited about this new story The To-Do List. I got this idea when I was giving my dog a bath - well, you know what they say, we get our best ideas in the shower. I initially posted it on Wattpad but it didn't work out so I decided to do some editing to make it fit into the Austin & Ally theme and ta-da!

Anyway, who's freaking out that Austin & Ally got together in 'Partners & Parachutes'? I KNOW I AM! CAN'T WAIT TO SEE MORE OF AUSLLY :D

Please comment/review/criticize/suggest anything!

This story is rated T. I doubt I'll have to change the rating to M because while there are quite a number of suggestive things, I'm not going to delve explicitly into it so... yeah! Hope you enjoy this brand new story!