Talk:Auslly/@comment-24048879-20140626083453

Umm...Hiho guys! So, I got this idea from an episode of "The Big Bang Theory" where one of the characters was being a bad boyfriend and so they got their girlfriend a tiara and she freaked out. Then I thought about how a lot of people like to post scenes on here and spectalate on what will happen in future episodes and I suppose this can fit into whatever episode it is with a prom. I'm not really sure or confidant about posting this on here since I usually don't say anything here but I thought I would take a chance. Besides, I can't post this as a story yet because it's just a scene but I wanted to finally share one of my scenes from uncompleted stories.

Sooo...here it goes...This is a scene from an uncompleted story I call "The Prom Queen"

"Hey Ally."

"Hey..." she greets back. She sits on the far end of the bench, her body turned away.

"Aw, what's wrong, songbird?" he sits with her.

"I don't know..." she mumbles, "it's just..." she sighs.

He takes the opportunity to scoot a smidge closer.

She continues where she left off, "I didn't really even care about Prom Queen until a few weeks ago. I mean, more than any old reporter would. I didn't really have much opinion on who won, really, before then. Whoever won, cool! I was fine either way..."

He scoots closer.

"And then...I was nominated," her voice is breathy, "and it was like, '*me*...*I* was nominated. Dorky, goody-two-shoes *me*.' Maybe people were changing their idea of me. Of who I am.

"Then I undergo those *weeks* of campaigning for something I didn't even *want*, and all the threats and lies and *deceit* all leading up to tonight. The night where hopefully...it would all be worth it..."

He moves closer.

"And how many votes do I get? Sixteen! Do you know how many students Marino has?! What that percentage is?! I don't even make double digits..."

He shifts.

"And now I'm starting to think it was all a joke," she sniffles.

He makes her face him, "Ally, there is no way this is a joke. OK? You deserve it more than anyone. You should've gotten *way* more votes. I'm pretty sure it was rigged. Not all of us are as good at avoiding peer pressure as you are... Everyone loves you, Ally. The other girls, they were so scared you were gonna win, they had to go and *cheat*. What does that say about them? You have, and the potential to have, more success than *anyone* in there."

"If they love me so much then why do they treat me exactly the same as before?"

"Ally, they've always loved you."

"I doubt they even knew I existed until the music thing started."

"Heck yeah, they did! Everyone knew who you were."

"Yeah, maybe as the clumsy, loner girl who can't do anything without embarrassing herself."

"No...As that beautiful genius girl who aces all of her classes and quizzes but never gloats about it or gets a big head or makes you feel bad. The one who you always see at all the musicals because she has worked on the music for *every single* play, and I know, I went back and checked. Who when she walks into music class, you just see that sparkle in her eyes and hop in her step. Who when you ask for help, will give up whatever time it takes *out of her own life* for you and won't complain. Who genuinely smiles at you when she passes you in the hall. Who remembers your name and favorite color and what kind of pen you like just because you told her and she *cares* about you and actually does...The girl that when you see her writing in that little brown book of hers, with that look on her face that you just *know* those brilliant gears of hers are weaving a masterpiece and you want to ask *so bad* about the treasure she's creating but you're too afraid of messing her up and ruining it... The only thing that's changed, Ally, is that now you're *aware* they know who you are."

She doesn't say anything, just stares.

"I got something for you," he pulls a small black bag with engraved silver writing out from behind him.

As she unwraps it, he goes on, "I don't know if it's worth anything to you, but if it's any consultation..."

She holds it in her hands.

"A tiara?"

"Yeah. 'Cause no matter what you are to them...you'll always be my Queen."

"...W...Where did you get this?"

"Remember how I've been saving away some money for a rainy day?"

"You *bought* me a tiara?"

"Yeah, every queen needs a crown."

"But...it's not raining."

"True, but if movies have taught me anything, it's that when someone gets really sad, they have to trudge home in the rain while a sad song plays in the background, and you and I both know I don't like sad songs. Besides, your dress would get ruined."

She laughs lightly before shoving the crown in his lap.

"What?"

"I can't take it."

"Ally, you have to. I would look pretty stupid with a tiara, but you..." he sets it on her head, "look gorgeous."

She studies him with wide eyes, so much she wants to say, but only comes out with, "...But...who's my King?"

He pulls out another crown, "Well, if you'll have me..."

She takes it from him and giggles, "Is this your Moon's Mattress crown?"

"Maybe," meaning yes.

She laughs before raising the crown and he ducks his head. She places it on top.

They smile.

"Well," he jumps off the bench, "Can I have this dance?"

She nods before taking his hand. He pulls her into a waltz position.

"You're not gonna drop me this time, are you, like last time?"

He laughs, "No, not this time. Do you see anyone around here who could possibly blow something in my ear. You're good."

He dips her.

"See? You're safe."

She hugs him and though he's a bit shocked, he hugs back.

"Thankyou," she tells him.

"For what?"

"For everything."

And that's enough for him. He holds her tighter, "You're welcome."

They stay that way for a bit.

Dez and Trish come looking for them but stop short when they see the embrace and realize who knows when this will happen again.

"I think we should give them some privacy."

Dez nods and they leave.

Ally pulls away from the hug but not the arm position.

"Thankyou. I'm thinking this is way better than being crowned in there with everyone else. So what how many votes I got, that's not what matters."

"Exactly, I've secretly always wanted to be Prom King but being yours...is way better."

The air around them settles, bringing a different mood in with it. Austin glances at her lips, along with the rest if her face, trying to see if this is the right time and building up the courage.

He leans in.

And they kiss.

They pull away with tingley ecstatic looks on their faces.

"Way better..."