Hey, guys! Here's the epilogue.

Sorry it took so long. As you may know, I left on a vacation from last Tuesday to last Friday. I was planning on updating this Friday, because even though I found wifi at some place, I didn't trust it enough to post a new chapter (some of you authors may have experienced a few times this; going to save the chapter and you loose everything you did since the last save because the wifi went down). So, when I got home, I was replying to some PMs when the internet at my house went down. So, yeah, no internet for a few days. We were supposed to only get it back Saturday, but fortunately, we got it back sooner than expected. So again, sorry for the wait.

Although, that internet-going-down thing left me time I didn't take to write a few chapters for I Don't Believe You; Believe Me in Austin's P.O.V. So, if you're interrested, I'll post the first chapter once I'll be done with this.

Disclaimer: I do not own Austin & Ally, or anything else you may recognize in this story.

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Enjoy! :)

Ten years later... (Austin, Ally, Trish, and Dez are now 28)

Ally's P.O.V.

"Mommy, I don't wanna go!" My three years old daughter, Alicia, whines as I park the car at her daycare.

"Come on, baby, what's wrong with this place? You have a lot of friends here and plenty of toys to play with." I say, helping her out of the car.

"Yeah, but you and daddy aren't there."

"I am." Alicia's twin brother, Dustin, interjects.

"But I'm always stuck with you, I'd like it better if you weren't there."

I sigh. "Alicia, don't talk to your brother like that."

"What? You know it's true." She mumbles.

I roll my eyes and walk in the daycare center. "Alright, please don't fight today, you two. I'll pick you up tonight."

"Hello, Mrs. Moon." Danna, the babysitter, greets me.

"Hi." I quickly greet her and kiss both kids' forehead. "I love you."

"Love you too." They say. I smile and shut the door behind me as I walk out. I get back into my car and drive home.

Wait. Let me fill you in with what happened in the ten last years of my life. It's not much, but whatever.

A year after graduation, Austin, Trish, Dez, and I bought ourselves a house for us to share. Austin and I paid most of it, because, let's admit it, we had—have—more money than Trish and Dez, although they still helped pay for it. Two years later, Austin won his first Grammy.

When we all turned 22, the following year, Austin and I left the house we used to stay in with Trish and Dez to them and found our own. The day we finished moving everything in, Austin proposed to me. We got married the next year. A year later, I found out I was pregnant with twins. Austin and I made covers of magazines for at least three years—from the day the proposal got out, about three months after it happened, to about two months after I gave birth to the twins. Apparently, there are still a lot of Auslly shippers out there.

Alicia and Dustin? I don't think I need to tell you what they got their names from. No, neither of them have blue eyes (I would've asked myself quite a few questions if they did), but Alicia has Austin's blonde hair and Dustin has my brown hair. Even though they're twins, the only things they have in common are Austin's eyes and their talent for music. Yes, they already have music skills even if they're only three years old.

Appart from that, not a lot of exciting stuff really happened. Austin got a lot of awards, we had to chase paparrazzis away from our children... Yeah. That's pretty much it.

"I'm back!" I call as I open the door to my house. Well, technically, it's more like a mansion, but I don't like calling it that way. The house is basically on the beach, has fifteen rooms (one for Austin and I, one for Alicia, one for Dustin, nine guest rooms, and one for each of our three maidens), a gameroom that's filled with videogames, a playroom with a bunch of toys for Alicia and Dustin and future kids—because yes, we're planning on having more—five bathrooms, two living rooms, a huge kitchen, a dining room, and a small movie theater-like room.

"And I'm leaving." Austin says as he passes me by, pecking my cheek on the way.

I sigh, watching him put on his shoes. In the last ten years, Austin has became even more famous, so he has a really busy schedule. And whenever he's free, I always end up having something to do, like write a song for him or some other artist, or record a song of my own. As it was meant to happen, I got a full time job as a songwriter at Starr Records. I write for a lot of artists, but mostly for Austin since I'm like his personal songwriter. Although, after ten years, Jimmy stills holds onto the promise I made him back when I was still a performer to record a song every month. So, not much time to spend together. We haven't even seen Trish and Dez in the last month!

"Don't give me that look." Austin says as he stands up straight after tying his second shoe.

"What look?" I ask innocently.

"That look you give me every time I have to leave early or leave when you just got back home."

"Sorry, it's just—"

He cuts me off. "I know. I miss spending time with you too."

I bite my lip and look down. "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For making you feel guilty."

"What? Alls, look at me." He says. I look up at him and he takes my hand. "You're not making me feel guilty." I give him a 'don't lie' look. "Okay, maybe a little, but it's not because of you. I make myself guilty. I know I don't spend enough time with you and the kids, and it kills me."

I shake my head, forcing myself to smile. "You don't have to feel guilty. We both have jobs—careers—to take care of."

"But you're important too! I don't want you to think otherwise." He tells me, his eyes staring so deep in mine I feel like he can hear everything I'm thinking.

"I know. You're important to me too, it's just—" I shake my head, cutting myself off.

"Just what?"

"Nothing, forget it."

"No, tell me."

I sigh. "I'm just scared that if we don't spend time with each other anymore, we'll end up growing appart and eventually divorce, or something."

"Is that really what you think?" He whispers. I nod, feeling bad for making him sad. He grabs my other hand and places our hands on the wall at each side of my head, caging me in. "Ally, I love you, nothing's going to change that. Even if I don't spend as much time with you anymore, I don't go a minute—no, scratch that, a second—without thinking about you."

I nod, feeling tears form in my eyes. "Same goes for me."

"Tell you what. Forget about work. I'll call Jimmy and tell him we're taking the day off. He owes us that after how much work we've done in the past month."

I smile. "Yeah. Good idea."

He kisses me quickly and walks away.

He comes back a few minutes later with a grin on his face. "Done." He says proudly. "He said I was right and that we deserved a day off."

I peck his lips and smile. "Awesome."

Knock. Knock. Knock.

I get up from the couch and go answer to whoever's at the door.

"Trish? Dez?" I raise an eyebrow at my friends who push me out of the doorway and walk inside. "What are you guys doing here?"

"Austin called. He said you two had the day off, so... Here we are." Trish explains. "Oh, and we also brought your kids back."

I look behind her to Dez who is indeed holding my kids' hands. "Umm... Thanks. Alicia, Dustin, you guys can go to your room or something." They nods and run away. "Trish, Dez, want something to drink?"

"Sure." They nod and follow me to the kitchen, where Unique, one of our maids, is cooking diner.

"Unique, could you add two plates? Trish and Dez will be staying for diner." I tell her. I don't even need to ask, I know the two will be staying the night.

She nods. "Will do, Mrs. Moon." He turns to Trish and Dez. "Do you want something to drink?"

"Water will be fine, thanks." Trish tells her.

"Make that two." Dez says. He turns to me as Unique fills up two glasses of water. "Where's Austin?"

I shrug. "Somewhere in the house."

"Guys! Look what I found!" I hear Austin exclaim. I turn around and burst out laughing at the familiar brown wig and blue contacts he's wearing.

"Oh my gosh, did you find mine?" I ask him.

He grins and hands me the blonde wig and contact box I used to always have with me, ten years ago. I put them on and smile, striking a pose. "Hello, I'm Alicia Wilson. Remember me?"

Austin chuckles and steps forward. "I think so. I'm Dustin Sun. Rings a bell?"

I nod, giggling. "Yes. Yes, it does."

"Mommy, Da—What are you wearing?" Alicia exclaims, running in, Dustin bumping into her when she suddenly stops.

"It's a long story, Sweetheart." I tell her.

"Story? I wanna hear it!" Dustin exclaims happily.

"Alright." Austin says and picks him up, then sets him down on the kitchen counter. He then does the same with Alicia, setting her down next to her brother. Trish, Dez, Austin, and I all take turns at explaining the history of our 'costumes'.

"So, Mommy was a singer?" Dustin asks.

"She still is." Austin corrects him. "She just doesn't perform and record her songs as much anymore."

"And my name comes from Mommy's eller mango?" Alicia asks.

"Alter ego, yes." I nod.

"And my name is from Daddy's alter ego?" Dustin asks, slowly saying 'alter ego', as if trying out the new word.

Austin nods. "You got it, Bud."

"But you didn't finish the story yet." Alicia says. "Did you guys live happily ever after?"

Trish laughs. "Yeah. I think we're headed in that direction." She looks at the guys and I, and the three of us nod in agreement.

"So, is that the end of the story?" Dustin asks.

"No." Austin shakes his head, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. "Just the end of a chapter."

BAM! Done!

And that, folks, marks the end of Undercover.

Random Confession of the Day: I was somewhat relieved to see that all of you who answered my last Random were Raura shippers.

Random Question of the Day: Who will read my story on Quotev?

Second Random Question of the Day: Who saw the Heart Made Up On You music video? Gosh, that was the most awesome music video my eyeballs have ever seen! I loved it.

Yes, I made three randoms. Deal with it ;P

For the last time on this story, let's answer some questions!

Auslly Finchel 123: What's your favorite song on the new R5 EP?

My answer: Easy Love. But Heart Made Up On You is a close second, I gotta admit I freak out everytime I listen to Stay With Me (what? I didn't know Ratliff was a good singer, okay?!), and Things Are Looking Up can stay stuck in my head for days.

Theoriginalcouples14: Who would you rather date; Ross or Calum?

My answer: Ross, duh! Calum, I haven't even met him and he's already friendzoned ;P

BRITBRAT (guest): Will you continue writing on FanFiction?

My answer: Of course! I'm just starting I Don't Believe You, and R5Auslly, Daddysgirl11, and I are not even close to ending Romantic & Reckless. And if I end those before I end my upcoming story on Quotev, I'll most likely write one-shots here and there to make up for my absence from FanFiction. This site is a bit like my home, since I never left it since I started showing my stories to people, so I don't think I could ever leave it. (By the way, sorry I didn't answer your questions earlier, reviews sometimes show later a few days, sometimes weeks, after they're posted)

emmiem01: Are you planning on making an epilogue?

My answer: Just did :P

AAstealUrhearT (guest): What inspired you to write a story with this plot?

My answer: I was reading a story where... I don't remember if it was Austin or Ally, but one of them was a popular popstar going to school undercover, so I thought it was interresting and it gave me an idea for a story. This one. But, like all my other stories, I wanted to give the story a twist that would make it less cliché. And, well, this story was born.

tephriam: What do you want to be when you grow up?

My answer: I'm not sure. I'd like being a teacher. I think I'd be the kind of teacher who'd be like "Okay, class, I just changed the seating arrangement because I started shipping you guys."

PLEASE READ THIS ONE! (Shoutout to you for asking that question, Oldmonkey333)

Oldmonkey333: What's your Quotev username?

My answer: I'm not sure whether it's Mimi or R5AAFan, but I'm pretty sure it's Mimi... I have the same profile picture as on here (the pink Keep Calm and be like me (weird) thing), so that should tell you if it's me.

Kate (guest): What is it that triggers you to write all of these fanfics?

My answer: To be honest, I don't even know. Writing is just a natural thing to me. I get ideas everywhere. I swear I have about twenty-something summaries written on my iPod, waiting to be transformed into stories. If I don't write anything for a few days, I start stuttering and everything. Writing is what keeps me sane. Well, that, reading, and music.

Kate (guest): If you could choose between seeing Ross 1 time and die the next or living for another 60 years without seeing him what would you want?

My answer: Hard choice, but no matter how much I want to meet him, I think I'd go with the sixty years. Wait, how about we wait sixty years and then I meet him? No more dilema ;)

Britbrat (guest): Why do you have to go?

My answer: Because I want to try and write a story with my own characters. But don't worry, I'll still be writing on here as well.

That's it for the questions!

I really want to thank every single one of you who read this story. It really means a lot to me, and I'm as sad as you to see this story end. I can hardly believe I've been working on this story for seven months...

And I don't want to seem heartless, but thank you to the ones who have been pleading for me not to go. Don't worry, I'm going to write on Quotev, but I'm not leaving FanFiction. I'll still be writing on here too.

Thanks again to all of you. And thank you for all the reviews, follows, and favorites. It means a lot.

Until next time (hopefully, if you guys read other stories of mine),

R5AAFan :)