Auslly One-Shots

Birthday

15
This birthday isn't anything special. Well, not compared to later years, at least. This is before he becomes an overnight internet sensation, before anyone knows about the name Austin Moon, and most importantly, before Ally.

Dez may disagree with the fact that it's not something to be excited about. After all, it was he, not Austin, who baked the walrus-shaped cake.

16
This time, he's supposed to have a surprise birthday party. The problem is, whoever put Ally in charge overlooked that fact that she is not a very deceiving person. Not only is she a terrible liar, she's a terrible hider of the truth. Two different things, if you didn't know before.

Nonetheless, it means Austin has to pretend to be surprised. And the problem with that is that he's not the best truth hider, either.

"You knew," Ally states as she begins cleaning up, several hours later. She stares up at him, awaiting his confirmation. He shrugs.

"I had a hunch." He tries to grab a stack of used paper players, to throw away, but Ally leans forward and swats at his hands.

"It's your birthday. You aren't allowed to clean."

"Maybe I like cleaning," he retorts, and Ally rolls her eyes.

"And maybe I like the beach. Then again, maybe not. C'mon, just let me clean up for you. I already feel bad that your surprise was ruined."

"It wasn't ruined. I still had a great time, Ally. Besides, what does it matter, whether or not everything goes according to plan?" This is the way that they are so very different.

"I could slap you for saying that. But it's your birthday. Because, Austin," she stretches out 'because.' "It's more special that way."

"Isn't it the thought that counts?"

"I'm thinking you can count out a party next year if you keep arguing with me, young man," she teases, chuckling at her own joke. Austin smiles to himself, and the real surprise of the evening is the fact that she might've just said something half funny. He's not going to tell her that though.

She'd never stop spouting puns.

They walk home together, in the dark. As they approach his house, she murmurs one last "happy birthday" and hugs him.

The feeling in the pit of his stomach, never before a result of Ally...he'll call that real surprise; phase two.

17
There are a lot of people at this party. Groups and crowds and throngs of them, and good percentage Austin's never even been acquainted with. Yeah, the party has been thrown for the occasion of his turning seventeen, but this isn't his party. It's Jimmy Starr's.

Hundreds of people, but the one he's looking for is nowhere to be seen. If only Ally were a little taller, he may have been able to spot her...

Nah. He likes her height compared to his.

He also likes turning around to find her small hand on his arm. "There you are," she says breathlessly. He's suddenly feeling a little breathless himself. He hadn't really associated Ally Dawson with the color pink. But now that he has no choice...he's glad he has no choice.

"You look amazing," he compliments, and notices her reddening face. He can't tell if she's blushing, or just warm, with all the people compacted in the small area.

Amazing doesn't even cut it, not with her. But in their friendship, looking amazing is right where the line is drawn.

"Is Jimmy having you perform tonight?" She asks as softly as she can with all of the surrounding voices. Changing the subject as quickly as she can, because he knows she gets uncomfortable if they talk about her appearance for too long.