...soooo i haven't been on here in a while. how are all of you?

yeah, so i haven't updated anything in ages, but i'm alive now. (yay!) okay, I don't know where this is going, so enjoy!

disclaimer: nope, don't own austin and ally. never have, never will.


"Thanks again, Lester. I'm really sorry for the short notice, but we just found out this morning and it's a really important mattress convention - it's crucial that we attend and - "

"Mimi, it's fine. Really," Lester replies with a smile. "We always have fun together. Don't we, kiddos?"

Austin and Ally, who were lingering impatiently in the doorway next to Lester, nodded their heads.

"We do. Ally's dad is the best!"

Lester grins. "Hear that? I'm the best."

Mimi graciously smiles before turning to her husband. "If we get going now, we'll get to the convention with an hour to spare."

Mike nods and after exchanging goodbyes, the couple walk to the car.

"Bye!" Austin waves as they drive off. When the car is out of sight, Lester shuffles the kids inside, closing the door.

"Okay, well I have to go do inventory," Lester groans, sending the kids off. "You two go have fun."

Austin leads Ally to her room. "Ah, this is gonna be the best sleepover ever!" he exclaims, dropping his bag on the floor.

Ally laughs, as she plops onto her bed. "You say that everytime."

"And everytime it's true! Mind-blowing, isn't it?" Austin says, joining her on the bed.

"So, what are we going to do?"

"So many things, my friend," he replies, throwing an arm around her shoulder. "So many wonderful things."


"That's not fair! You cheated!"

"Did not."

"Flamboyant isn't even a real word!"

"Yeah, it is. Its when something's really eye-catching."

"Mr. Dawson, is flamboyant a real word? You daughter says it is, but I don't think so. It sounds ridiculous."

Lester stands in the doorway of Ally's room, his hand on the knob. "Um, I think so?"

"It is." Ally walks over to her bookshelf and pulls out a dictionary. Flipping it to the page, she thrusts it into Austin's face, so he can read the proof. "See?"

Austin grunts. "What does Oxford known?"

"Kids, it's time for bed," Lester intervenes. "Lights out in 10."

Austin and Ally start cleaning up the Scrabble pieces. "I don't even like this game," Austin mutters, scooping the wooden tiles into the velvet pouch. "Why couldn't I pick the game? You always choose such boring ones."

"You got to pick for movie," Ally points out, putting away the game. "I can't believe we watched Zaliensfor the tenth time."

"Zaliens is a great movie. It deserves to be watched as many times as humanly possible."

"It's ridiculous."

"You don't have a good taste in movies," Austin replies, as he rolls out his sleeping bag.

Ally unrolls her own and slips into it. "I have great taste in movies; I just don't like stupid movies."

She hears Austin let out an offended gasp. "It is not stupid! Its the story of how Zailens came to be. How they rose to power and conquered the galaxies, saving the other planets from human invasion." Austin pauses, letting out a pleased sigh. "I love Zailens."

"Whatever. Close the lights."

Austin does as she says. He navigates back to his fort, assisted by the dim light provided by Ally's butterfly nightlight. He wiggles into his sleeping bag, next to Ally, and the two relish the peaceful quiet surrounding them, until Austin breaks it.

"So. What did I tell you? Was today not the best sleepover ever or what?"

He hears Ally's soft smile. "It was."

"We went to the arcade, made cookies, watched Zailens," Austin lists, recapping the day.

"Built a fort, played the best board game ever," Ally continues.

Austin props up, resting his head on his elbow, and looks at Ally. "Yeah, I dunno about that. Clue is the best board game."

Ally thinks about it for a moment, then nods. "Yeah, you're right. I like Clue better. Oh, and Sorry! That's good, too."

Austin nods, satisfied and lays down again. "But anyways, today was awesome!"

Ally hums in agreement, drifting off to sleep.

"Well, goodnight, Ally."

"Night, Austin."


A loud boom of thunder rumbles angrily, awakening Ally. She sleepily sits up, rubbing her eyes. For a moment, she sits still in her sleeping bag, her mind disoriented. She works through her clouded mind, trying to make sense of the situation. From the plunk of heavy rain and the soft rumbles of thunder, Ally realizes they're having a storm. She then hears muffled whimpers coming from beside her and remembers Austin. Concerned, she leans over to find Austin curled into a ball, tightly clutching his stuffed bear. Ally notices his eyes are squeezed shut and tears are streaking his face.

"Austin," she whispers, cautiously patting him.

He huddles deeper into himself. "Go away."

"Are you okay?"

"Yes. Go away."

There's another clap of thunder, followed quickly by a bright flash of lighting, whitening up the dark room. Austin lets out a shriek and dissolves into hysterics.

"I'm getting my dad," Ally declares, as she gets out of her sleeping bag.

Instantly, Austin shoots up, and his hand reaches out to grab Ally's. "Don't get him," he says through ragged breaths. Even through the darkness, Ally notices his puffy, red eyes.

"But you're scared."

"I'm not scared!"

Ally gives him a look. "Austin, you're shaking."

"Fine, maybe I am scared," he admits in defeat. "Just don't get your dad. Please."

Ally hesitates, but sits back down next to Austin.

He lets out a sigh of relief and releases her arm. "Thanks." Blushing, he turns his attention to Teddy McStuffins, loosening his death grip on the poor bear's neck. Ally continues to watch him fiddle with the bear for a few moments, before breaking the awkward silence.

"Why didn't you tell me you were scared of storms?" she asks, hurt.

Suddenly angry, Austin replies in a bitter tone. "Its not something I parade around, Ally."

"But we tell each other - "

"I'm going to sleep," he says. "Night."

As he rustles around in his sleeping bag, another deep rumble echos through the room. Austin curls up into a ball again, failing in his efforts to mute his whimpers. Ally gets an idea and leaves the fort. She walks over to her desk and begins looking around.

Austin hears her movement and raises his head slightly to look at her, with fiery eyes. "I told you not to get your dad."

She rolls her eyes. "I'm not."

After rummaging a little, Ally finds what she needs. She returns and plops down in front of Austin. Austin glances at the paper, markers, and portable CD player she dropped on the floor and then looks at Ally with a puzzled look.

"Um, what are you doing?"

"Well, I realized we didn't actually have the best sleepover ever." She pauses for dramatic effect.

"Huh?"

She flings her arms wide open. "We didn't draw!" she announces.

Austin stares at her. "That's because you said you were tired of coloring all the time."

Ally's arms fall to her side. "I never said that."

"Uh, yeah, you did. After we came back from the arcade I asked if you wanted to draw and you said you'd rather watch Zailens. And you don't even like Zailens, so same thing."

Ally opens her mouth to argue, then closes it. "You just caught me at a bad moment. Anyways, if you don't mind, we shall be creating some art."

"Ally, its," Austin looks at the digital clock sitting on her nightstand. "2:47 in the morning. I wanna sleep."

"Well, I can't sleep with all this noise, so you, being the marvelous friend you are, shall stay up with me so I don't feel alone," she pleads with an innocent smile.

The blond sighs. "You have got to stop talking like that. I don't even know what you're saying half the time."

"Oh, just stay up with me."

"Fine," Austin groans. He changes his position, laying down on his stomach. "What's the CD player for?"

"I read that music helps your creativity," she explains, handing him the device.

He shrugs, putting the headphones over his head. Noticing there's only one, he asks, "What about you?"

"My creativity's already really great. It doesn't need improving." She giggles at Austin's glare. She crawls out of the fort.

"Where are you going now?"

"To turn on the lights so we can actually see," she replies, walking over to the windows to draw the curtains.

"We have our lantern," Austin reminds her from their fort.

"The more light, the better," she says, crawling back in. "Turn your volume up. As much as you can."

Austin raises an eyebrow. "Doesn't that damage your eardrums or something? That's what my mom says."

Ally shakes her head. "Nah. That's just a myth. That article I read, says the louder the music, the more creative you get. Its because the high volume prevents you from thinking about real things." She hadn't actually read an article and she did agree with Mimi about loud music damaging hearing, but one time wouldn't hurt, right?

He nods, like it makes sense and turns up the volume.

"Can you hear me?" Ally asks.

"What?" Austin shouts, unable to hear over the loud melody terrorizing his ears.

Ally laughs and shakes her head.

Just as they're getting into their art, an angry roar of thunder sounds. Ally glances sideways at Austin to see if he hear it, but he was unfazed, happily humming and scribbling away at the paper. She smiles and resumes her own drawing.


The next morning after a nice breakfast of Trix (Mr. Dawson could not be trusted making pancakes, especially not after last time), Austin and Ally cleaned up their mess from the night before, awaiting his parent's arrival.

"Here. I want you to have this," Ally says, after their done cleaning. She presents Austin with the portable CD player.

He sits down next to her on her bed and hesitantly takes it from her hands. "Your CD player? You want me to have it?" he asks in disbelief.

She nods. "Yeah. Now, whenever there's a thunderstorm, you can block the down with this," she explains, gesturing to the CD player.

"But this is yours," Austin insists. "I can't take it."

"My dad owns a music store," Ally reminds him. "I can get another one. I want you to have it."

"Wow. Thanks, Ally!"

"And also, I want you to have this, too." She hands him a piece of paper.

Confused, Austin looks at it. "Its me and you," he notes, observing the doodle of two kids holding hands. The two figures, a small boy and a small girl, were protected by what was labeled a force field, while a storm wrecked havoc around them.

"Yup. I want you to know that whenever you're scared or anything, you can come to me. I won't make fun of you," Ally promises.

He looks up at her, vulnerable and unsure. "Really?"

"Really. Pinkie promise," she says, holding out her pinkie.

Austin grins and links his pinkie with hers. "Thanks, Ally. You're the bestest friend ever!"

Ally smiles.

"But don't tell Dez I said that," he warns.

She giggles. "I won't. Your secret's safe with me."

Austin smiles and hugs her, wondering how on earth he got so lucky.


i actually had so much fun writing this lol.

i hope i update sooner this time, but who knows (sorry in advance)

anyways, i hope you guys liked it! and thanks so much for reading!