Talk:Auslly/@comment-5564816-20121207000125

Aussly story<3

Ally Dawson had never been more excited in her life.

Calm down, calm down. She had to keep telling herself.

It's not like you have a big test or anything, no,

tonight was going to be the most magical night ever.

Tonight, she would be having her first date with famous singer, Austin Moon.

Of course, it had been Trish who had set this all up, by saying something like "Duh, you guys like each other."

And anyways, neither Austin nor Ally had been able to deny it.

Personally, Ally had been ready to ask him about five minutes before Trish butted in.

Ally looked at herself in the mirror.

She was ready.

She walked out of Sonic Boom and down to the beach, waiting for Austin.

She walked by herself for a little bit, grabbing a seashell.

"Hey Ally." she soon heard a familiar voice call.

She turned around and saw Austin.

"Hey Austin." she called, a big smile on her face.

The two walked over to each other and met in a hug.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Magical night, isn't it." said Austin.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Ally looked out over the water.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">It was just sunset, and the sun left a faint glow on the water.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Yes. It was magical.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Yeah, the sunset is really pretty." I say.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">We hold hands and start to walk along the beach.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">We talk for a little, and then we decide to go find a place to eat.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">We end up in this cute little cafe named Pablos.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">When we get there and find our table Austin says, "Ally, I have something for you."

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">My heart starts to go a mile a minute. I hope he won't notice.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I really can't think of anything else that would make this night even more magical, but Austin's gift

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">to me does take the cake.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I only have to wonder what it is for a little bit before

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Austin brings out a necklace that is silver with a silver heart.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Do you like it?" he asks.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Like it? I love it.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"I love it, you're so sweet Austin." I say.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Well it's the least I could do, seeing as I owe you my whole career."

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Thanks Austin." I say, smiling.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"No problem Ally, hey by the way, I think our foods here."

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Sweet." I reply.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">We eat and pay, and then we walk around the boardwalk.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"You know, I think that this is one of the best nights of my life." says Austin.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">What to say, what to say? Suddenly I'm a little nervous.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">What if I say the wrong thing and ruin this?

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"I agree. This is one of the most magical nights of my life."

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Austin gives me a smile and we walk to the dance that's going on.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">They are playing one of Austin's songs, Don't Look Down.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">We start to dance.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I think that it's the most fun I've ever had in my life.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">It reminds me of the day when I first fell for Austin.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">When we accidentally knocked out Taylor Swift and I had to perform.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Secretly, I loved performing with Austin, stage fright or no stage fright.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">When the song ends we go and grab a drink from the cooler that's available.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I grab pepsi and Austin grabs a coke.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">He smiles at me and I loom away and blush.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I'm falling. Hard.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I never thought I'd feel this way after Dallas.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">But I do.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I finally look back at Austin.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I'm surprised to see that he'es blushing too..

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">The next song is a slow song.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I grab Austin's hand and drag him out onto the floor.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">We dance for a little bit, and the song seems a little sad and slow, but a little hopeful to me too.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Needless to say it's the perfect couple song.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">That thought brings me up short.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Are we officially a couple now?

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Ally. I have something important to ask you."

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I hope again that he can't hear my heart pounding.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">With my luck, he probably can.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">"Ally. Would you be my official girlfriend?" he asks, a sheepish grin on his face.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">Time to add to the magical evening. A mischievous plan forming in my head.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">In answer, I do something that I have never done before.

<p style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Verdana;line-height:16px;">I kiss him.