(A/N - okay, so this is a little different than what I normally do. I usually write multi-chapter fanfics, but these are going to be some ideas that I have written down. They are things that weren't long enough to develop into stories, but, in my opinion, are too cute to not show at all. So, basically, it's going to be a collection of one-shots, with the occasional two-shots. They probably won't be related in any way, except for the fact that they're Auslly. I won't update this nearly as often as my other stories, however. So read, enjoy, and please review.)

Reality

I want to tell you about how I met my best friend, music partner, and wonderful boyfriend, Austin Moon.

Flashback

"Are you going to Claire's birthday party tonight?" my best friend, Trish, asked. "It's at that new resturaunt, Little Italy."

"I don't know," I sighed, rolling my eyes. "I'm not much of a party person, I only go to one a year. Claire and I aren't that close, though. I think she just invited a bunch of people so she gets a bunch of presents."

"I didn't know the names of half the people I invited to my fifteenth birthday," Trish pointed out. "But that doesn't mean I didn't enjoy having them - or their gifts - with me."

I giggled and rolled my eyes again, remembering that night well. I danced to a slow song with my crush, Dallas, and then he got a girlfriend a few days later. Besides that, the night was fun, and Trish really enjoyed herself. Plus, I remember the boy she hired to sing at her party. He was tall, with blonde hair and innocent brown eyes. He had a winning smile, and immediately wooed the crowd - including myself.

Flashback within a Flashback

"Wow, that was really great," I said to the performer as he packed up his guitar. Something about him made me feel confident while talking, unlike how nervous I get around Dallas. "I'm Ally."

I was helping clean up the party, since Trish is my best friend after all. He looked up from the guitar case and smiled. "I'm Austin," he said, extending his hand which I shook. Is it weird that I didn't want to let go of his hand? "It's nice to meet you. And thanks, I hope to make it big someday."

I nodded and we talked about music for a few moments - an easy topic for me, since I love playing, writing, and singing. Eventually, a woman who I assumed to be his mother walked over to us, apologizing and saying that they had to go. "Well, I hope to see you around, Ally," Austin said, giving me a smile and a wave as they headed out the door.

Back to the First Flashback

That was about six months ago. I have seen glimpses of the boy around Miami, so I know he lives here, but I have never been in a close enough distance to actually talk to him again. And, boy- did I really want to talk to him again.

"Hello?" I shook my head to see that Trish was staring at me, waving her hand in front of my face. "Earth to Ally. So, are you coming or not?"

"I guess," I said, shrugging my shoulders. "Why not? It could be fun." Trish nodded her head approvingly. We hung out for the rest of the day, and then she picked out a dress for me to wear.

She had already strewn at least ten dresses around the room, finding a reason to reject all of them. Finally, she pulled out a red one, which she bought for me a few months ago. "This one," she said confidently, throwing it towards me. I looked at the dress hesitantly. It was beautiful, but a little out of my comfort zone. "Little Italy is a fancy resturaunt," Trish assured me.

Eventually, I slid the dress on over my lean frame, examining myself in the mirror. This was the first time I actually wore the dress, and I had to admit, I liked the look of it. It was one shoulder, with a ruffle sleeve. Towards the stomach and waist the dress got tight, and then flared out into more ruffles, ending at mid-thigh. It was gorgeous, yet simple.

I paired the dress with some black strappy sandles with a low heel, only making me three inches taller. Trish whistled, obviously approving, while she put on her own dress, bright blue with zebra print. I rolled my eyes at my friend's loud style, and teased my naturally curly hair. Then I put on some light eyeliner and mascara, before we grabbed our presents for Claire and headed out the door.

When we arrived at Little Italy, I looked around. "Thank you for making me wear this," I whispered to Trish, noting that everyone around us was wearing similar clothing. I probably would have showed up too casual. We spotted Claire sitting at a long table with other teenagers. I knew some of them, but not all. "Happy birthday, Claire," I exclaimed, handing her my present and giving her a small hug. Trish did the same, and she thanked us before we sat down. Towards the other end of the table, I spotted Dallas, who was watching me. He noticed me looking and waved, grinning. I gave him a small wave and a nod, as I often did now. I stopped liking him after Trish's party, but didn't want to be flat out rude to him.

"Forget about him," Trish whispered to me. "You can do so much better anyway." I nodded my head, telling her that I have gotten over him. The table was full of excited chatter.

Suddenly, I felt a tap on my shoulder. "Excuse me, miss?" a kind voice asked. "May I take your order?" I turned around to see a tall, blonde boy dressed as a waitor smiling down at me. Austin.

"Um, sure," I said, smiling. I'm sure he doesn't remember me at all. I ordered a plate of pasta alfredo, and a water. He wrote it down and began to walk away, but Claire stopped him.

"What about me?" she asked, practically drooling over him. I bit my lip to hold in my giggles as she took his hand and grinned at him. "Aren't you going to take my order?"

"Actually," Austin said, slowly pulling his hand away from Claire. "I was only sent over here to take her order. Angela will take everyone else's. Happy birthday, by the way." With that, he headed off to the kitchen.

Claire looked over at me suspiciously. "Why was he only supposed to take your order?" she asked, cocking an eyebrow. I felt bad, since this was her birthday party, and she obviously thought Austin was cute. Well, he is.

I started to come up with an excuse, but Trish beat me to it. "Ally is allergic to dairy," Trish explained quickly. "We asked the manager what dishes were dairy free when we came in, and he said he would send over a special waitor, to make sure no dairy gets into her food." Claire looked at me, and I nodded my head in confirmation.

"Oh, that makes sense," Claire said, nodding her head and smiling. "But he is really cute." With that, she turned back to a conversation that she was previously in.

"Thanks," I whispered to Trish. "You're a scary good liar." None of what Trish just said was true, but the fact that she could come up with it on the spot and say it with confidence was impressive.

"No problem," she whispered back, giving me a knowing look. "I know you know who that is. It's that guy I hired to sing for my party, Austin. You know, the one you talked to for a while?" I nodded my head. "I wonder if he remembers you."

"I doubt it," I grumbled, sipping at my water. "I'm not exactly memorable. But I definitely remember him - all the time." With that, we all chattered a bit longer until our food came. Somehow, Austin was still acting as my personal waitor, receiving odd looks from other servers. He grinned at me as he set my plate down, but it still wasn't enough to make me think he remembers me.

In fact, it gave me a sinking feeling. He seems flirtatious, like he does this all the time. At Trish's party, even for those few moments, he seemed so genuine and kind, and down to earth. If he doesn't even remember me, and is still sending me those heart-melting smiles, he must do so for a lot of girls.

After dinner, Claire opened all her gifts and thanked everyone, even crying a bit. A little overdramatic, right? Oh, well. She's the birthday girl, I'll let her do what she wants. Then we sang for her, ate cake, and she offered to pay for everyone's meals, since we all came to her party.

I looked down at my check, which I now see has a small note in ink at the bottom. 'Hey (: Can you meet me outside the resturaunt at nine? -A'. I quickly tore that portion of the receipt off and stuck it in my purse pocket, not wanting Claire to see it. When I handed her my torn bill, she gave me an odd look.

"Must have torn off in the machine," I suggested. She accepted the answer and nodded, collecting everyone's receipts. I checked my phone for the time, 8:55. "Thanks for an awesome time, Claire," I said, giving her a quick hug. "Hope you had a great birthday."

Then I reached for Trish's arm and yanked her towards the door of the resturaunt. "What are you doing?" she hissed, smoothing out her dress. I fished the small piece of the receipt out of my bag and showed it to her. "Woah, he totally remembers you," she exclaimed after reading it.

"Or he is just a player," I mumbled, still not believing that Austin could possibly remember me.

"You should still go talk to him," Trish said, motioning for the door. "Do you want me to wait for you?" I shook my head, saying that I would walk home afterwards. We walked outside together, and I spotted Austin a few feet away. "See ya," she whispered, winking, then leaving.

Austin looked up and a smile immediately graced his face. "Ally," he grinned, walking towards me. Wait, he remembers me? "How have you been?"

"Um, fine, Austin," I said uneasily, sitting down at one of the outdoor tables with him. "You remember me?"

"Remember you?" he asked. "I can't stop thinking about you. Ever since that night at the party. I sang for - what's her name? Trish? Right, that's it. I remember singing at her party, seeing a pretty brunette. She stood out in the crowd to me. Do you know who she was?" I shook my head, feeling sad that he spotted a girl that he liked. "You."

I snapped my head up in shock. "Me?" I asked, raising my eyebrows. He nodded. "I can't get you out of my head, to be honest. Sometimes, I see you around, but never close enough to talk to you. You left an impression on me. I'm just shocked you remember me."

"Of course I do," he said, shooting me another winning smile. "You're not exactly forgettable. When you came over and talked to me after the party, I was ecstatic. I felt so comfortable talking to you. Then, when my mother said we had to leave, I told her all about you - well, what I learned in a few minutes anyway. I have seen you around, but I always thought you would find it creepy if I just randomly started shouting your name."

I nodded my head, waiting for him to continue. "Anyway," he said, beginning to ramble. "I have worked here as a waitor for a month or so, and I saw you walk in tonight. I wanted to talk to you while you were at the table, but my boss has a strict 'no personal talk with customers' policy, since it could interrupt their dinner. I wasn't even supposed to be serving your table, but I had to find a way to talk to you. I'm just glad you have given me this chance to talk to you."

I grinned at him. "Wow, that's amazing," I said, touched. This boy that I have been admiring secretly for sixth months has been doing the same to me. "You really have no idea how stuck in my mind you are - and I don't even know your last name."

"Well, how about we change that?" he asked, standing up and offering me a hand. "What do you say about going to get some ice cream? We can talk, tell each other about ourselves, become friends." I nodded, and we walked off to an ice cream shop, hand in hand.

An hour and a half later, both our stomachs hurt, from the amount of ice cream we had, and the amount of laughing we have been doing. We were talking and joking the whole time, and I feel as though we have both shared our life stories. Austin Shor Moon, a boy who I have only truly been talking to for two hours, now knows some of my biggest secrets. And I know his.

We had an instant chemistry, and became best friends quickly. "Let's do this again sometime," Austin grinned, squeezing my hand. I nodded and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

Back to Reality

Now, two years later, we are still best friends, taking the music world by storm, and dating as well. I love Austin Moon, and have since the day I met him.

(A/N - what did you guys think? Sorry if the whole 'flashback' thing was annoying, but that's the only way I could think of to write it. Okay, I will probably add a new one-shot to this in a week. I already have some written out, so pick one of the following settings:

1.) At a ski lodge
2.) At camp
3.) At a performing arts school
4.) At the pool

Leave your vote in a review, or PM me, and the one with the most requests by next week will be the next one I post. And sorry for a long Author's Note. :P )