Talk:Auslly/@comment-5609688-20130208012826

He remembers the first time he looked at her. Her bouncing brown hair curled around her shoulders and her hips swayed slightly from side to side as she shouted angry words at him. But of course he didnt listen. How could he? All he could pay attention to was her beautiful, big brown eyes and her flawless skin. She was beautiful, and he knew it.

She remembers the first time she saw him. His cute blond hair waved slightly as he bobbed his head back and forth, playing his heart out on an expensive set of drums. She was angry at him. Playing the instruments was not allowed. He had to stop. When she went over to confront him however, she froze. When he lifted his head she saw his puppy-dog eyes and movie-star smile. She couldnt look away.

He remembers the first time he heard her sing. He had gone upstairs in search of her, wanting to buy a hermonica. Or simply because he just wanted to see her again. It doesnt matter though because as soon as he opened the door all was forgotten. He saw her, sitting at the piano, her head bobbing up and down as she sang with the most beautiful voice he'd ever heard. His heart stopped as he listened to her melody. He didnt know it yet, and wouldnt know it for a long time, but right then and there he fell in love with her.

She remembers the first time she heard him singing her song. She was angry of course, as that was her song. Not his song, HER song. He always seemed to make her angry. His voice, for some reason she couldnt quite figure out, made her feel butterflies, but she ignored it. She was too angry to try and dissect her mixed feelings for him. He might have been cute, but that didnt matter to her anymore. He stole her song. She didnt know it then, but he would eventually steal her heart as well.

They soon became friends. Best friends. They did everything together. They cared about eachother. As their careers grew, so did their friendship. One day, something strange happened. She started feeling wierd. She realized she loved him. Then he started to feel wierd. He realized he loved her too. They didnt know what to do. They were friends. JUST friends. Or so they thought....

My own little Austin and Ally poem/story like thing. Comment and tell me if you think i should make it into a fanfic :)