What, a new story? Yeah, I know I should be finishing my other one first (although it just got started), but I just had to write this.

This fan fiction is based on the novel, The Fill-In Boyfriend by Kasie West. It won't be exactly the same, as in word for word like I did with Oh Paris!, but there will be several quotes that are from the book. So, the story is being sort of rewritten in the way it would fit Austin & Ally.

Note: This is an AU. Not exactly everything will be just as it is in the show.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.


Chapter One: Call It a Small Favor


You know that feeling you get when you're in a situation where you just have to keep your head held high and walk away with most of your dignity left? That moment of slight desperation and no logic whatsoever. That feeling of uselessness and guilt of not being able to stop it from happening. I wanted to get rid of that feeling and leave with my moral still high. But that my body would not cooperate.

I held onto his waist as he tried to loosen my hold, but it only made me tighten my anaconda death grip. Out of all the days he could have done this, he chose today. Today. In the parking lot, for goodness sake. Right before we were about to go inside. Why does the universe hate me?

"Ally, c'mon. I have to go." He attempted to gently push my shoulders away. "I'm sorry."

"Sorry?" I looked up from his chest. "You're 'sorry'? I understand how bad this might look, but please don't do this now. And if you have to, can't it wait two hours?"

He sighed. "The fact that you said that makes me know it can't. You only care about your friends seeing me."

"What? That's not all I care about!" Okay, it was slightly true. Kira, the latest addition to my group of friends, had been grilling me about whether or not I had made up my boyfriend, well ex-boyfriend now. Well, she wasn't exactly my 'friend' per say; she just basically made it her life's mission to make a fool out of me. As of two months ago, she believed that I merely made him up. And now, she's on the run to 'expose' my lie. Now, you can see why I needed him to go inside with me; so that she didn't use this to divide up our group of friends.

But seriously, that wasn't the only reason I wanted Gavin to come with me inside. I really liked him…liked as in before he decided to break up with me the moment before we walked into my senior prom. With the slight change of plan with the whole jerk card, I just needed him to walk in with me, prove that he wasn't some random guy off the street, maybe sock Kira in the gut once, and then walk out of here. That's all I asked for. What was so difficult about it?

"That's not all I cared about…" I said softly, trying to hold back the tears brimming in my eyes. 'Don't show any sign of sadness.' Although, I was clinging-on-for-dear-life-five-minutes-ago.

"It really is. The first thing you said was 'My friends are going to freak!'. Seriously, Ally? That was the first thing you said to me after two weeks without seeing each other. How am I supposed to feel about it?" Gavin crossed his arms.

I probably sounded like a whiney baby right now to him. "Gavin, please," I thought back to less than twenty minutes ago. Yes, okay, maybe the way I said it sounded wrong, but in all honesty, he looked very charming and handsome tonight. Pardon me for thinking that he looked lovely in a suit and yes, I might have wanted to show my friends how good he looked. Where was the fire with that?

"Plus, the whole way here, you were telling me how to act when we get inside, how to even look at you when your friends are around-"

"Okay, I'm sorry. I'm a little controlling…"

"A little?"

"Okay, a lot. But I'm only like that when I'm about half as nervous as I already am. You could only imagine how much of a control freak I am when I'm insanely anxious." I let out a nervous laugh, hoping he would be somewhat understanding.

Gavin reached for the back of his neck to give it a rub. "I should really get going now."

A car had driven past and pulled up next to the main entrance to the gym. A couple exited from the backseat. I didn't recognize them, so I returned my attention to Gavin.

"It's a long drive back to Tampa." He fumbled with his car keys.

I gave a low sigh. "Fine. But can you at least yell at me or something?" I uncrossed my folded arms and looked up at him. "I hate that you're so sweet about this." And he really was being nice about it. I mean, he was Gavin. He told me once that his grandmother had spent two weeks 'training' him on how to respect women and he did, which was one of the main reasons he was so great.

He chuckled slightly. "Alright. But really, Ally, you should go in there. You look beautiful." Gavin cleared his throat. "You're a shallow, inconsiderate, immature little girl! You deserve to walk in there, with no one by your side!"

I knew it was what I had asked for, but I'll be honest, it kind of hurt a little. "I'm the inconsiderate one? You're the one that dumps girls the moment before their prom! Just get out of here, you jerk!" I replied, keeping up with our little role play.

He smiled slightly before getting in his car and starting the engine. Gavin, my now ex-boyfriend, drove off into the night. My stomach tightened as I scanned my surroundings. There I was, in the middle of the parking lot of my school, about to head into my senior prom. I was thankful that my friends were already inside…and were waiting to meet the two month boyfriend I had built up and no longer existed. I huffed a frustrated sigh and tried to contain my anger riling up inside me as I leaned back against a washed-out blue truck.

I looked around and noticed a guy sitting in the front seat of the car across from me. I quickly stood up straighter, fixing my slouched position and my dress. Great. Even a total stranger witnessed my little episode. He returned his gaze away from me.

What was a guy doing sitting in his car? He lifted up his cell phone (or iPod, not exactly sure) and inserted a pair of ear buds into his ears. He was listening to music? Sitting in his car in a high school parking lot listening to music? I'm not one to judge, but I'd rather be else where than just sitting there in the dark. Then it hit me: that couple that I saw getting out of the backseat. He must have dropped them off. A younger sibling, maybe.

I watched him as he scrolled through his play lists, kind of creepy I know, and observed his features. Blonde hair, sun-kissed tan skin. He was probably at least, I don't know, six feet-judging by the fact that his head was slightly higher than the headrest of his seat. He wasn't even the type that I usually went for-hair somewhat shaggy (it kind of flopped right in front of his eyes in just the right way), a little on the messy side, and he would lick his lips every so often-but he was going to do. I walked up to his window. 'Beatles. The 1975. WALK THE MOON. I approve on his music choice.' I tapped on his window and he slowly lifted his head. It took him even longer to roll down his window.

"Hi." I smiled at him.

"Hey."

"Do you by chance go to Marino?" If he said yes, this wouldn't work. The chances of people recognize him were high.

"Huh?"

"Do you go here?" I repeated, still smiling.

"Um, no. We just moved here, but I'm just finishing the year at my old school."

Perfect. They were new here. "Welcome. Uh, are you dropping off your brother?"

"My sister."

"Great. Perfect even."

His eyebrow rose and he unplugged his ear buds.

"You're my date tonight."

"What?" His lips parted, but no other words escaped.

"Do you live near by? Because this is kind of a black-tie event. And you can't really go in with ripped jeans and a t-shirt with some rocker on it."

His eyes darted from his shirt and then back to me. "'Some rocker'? Seriously? You're saying you don't like my Cobain shirt?"

"It's not that I don't like it. It's just…do you have dark pants at least? Or maybe even a nice button down? And shoes that aren't Converse or sneakers? A tie? If you have a teal tie then I'd think you were magical, but a simple black one would suffice." I scanned his persona. Not really my type. Even my friends would notice. "I peg you for a guy that likes to use hair product, yes?"

Both his eyebrows were now raised and he looked at me like I was insane. Which is no lie, probably. "Okay, I'm just going to roll up the window now…"

"No, wait!" I begged, holding up my hands. "Please? I'm sure you saw what happened just a few minutes ago. My boyfriend just broke up with me and walking inside alone to your senior prom when you were planning on having someone by your side is really lowering on your self-esteem. And my friends already think he's just imaginary. It's a long story, but I just need you to fill in as him. Just for two hours. I promise. That's all I'm asking-begging for. Plus, you're just sitting here waiting for your sister." His sister. I forgot about her. What if she saw us inside? We'll just have to avoid her…or tell her. Not so sure on that yet. "It'd be way more fun than sitting and waiting in a dark parking lot. If I were you, I'd be terrified."

The guy eyed me as if I had just lost an arm or a brain. "You're asking me to be Superman?" He pointed towards the empty street.

At first, I was confused. Then, I realized he was referring to Gavin. "They won't even know. They've never met him. And besides, you're…" I racked my brain for a different superhero to compare him to. He definitely was no Superman. He was more on the lean, muscular side, rather than buff/meaty. Maybe Robin? I don't know. Robin was a sidekick for a while so it might not be considered a compliment to him.

He just sat there, staring at me, waiting for one of us to say something more.

"I can pay you, if you want."

He let out a small chuckle. "I'm pretty sure they have other people for that kind of stuff. Try 1-800-HOOKERS or something. Maybe they'll have someone for you.

I rolled my eyes, but held the smile that appeared. "You've got that number memorized, don't you? I'm sure you're familiar with it."

A simple laugh came from him.

"If you don't want money, then I'll just owe you."

"Owe me what?"

"I don't know…I guess if you ever needs a fake date or something, I've got your back."

"Pretty sure I'm not one to go off on needing fake dates."

"Well, I'm glad that you can acquire a real date these days, but as you can see, at the moment, I'm kind of in a pickle and can't. I mean, usually that's not a problem, but the middle of a parking lot isn't exactly the place you'd sign up for one." I joked.

"You know, you talk a lot for such a small girl."

"So I've been told," I shrugged.

"Fine."

"Come on, please? I usually don't go around-wait, what? Fine?" I was surprised although I was practically begging him deep down to say yes. No fake tears required.

"Yeah. I live five blocks from here. I'll go change into something more…suit-and-tie event worthy," Rolling up the window, he turned on the car and muttered something about how he can't believe he was actually doing this. I smiled triumphantly to myself and watched his car drive out of the lot.

He probably thought it was the only way he could get out of just sitting there the whole night. Wait…if he lived only five blocks away, why was he waiting here? He could've driven home…or even somewhere else rather than just wait in the parking lot.

Five minutes had passed and I pulled out my phone to check Tweeter and Instapic to see if Gavin had posted anything about the break up. Not to my surprise, there was nothing. He wasn't much for social media anyway. But this was good.

Another ten minutes passed and I started coming up with excuses just as a Plan B…or C. He got sick. He had to study for his finals on Monday…I was pathetic.

Plan C. The truth. I needed to tell the truth. Gavin broke up with me. In a parking lot. Gavin broke up with me in the parking lot on the night of prom. Having some random guy pretend to be him would add to Kira's bucket of evidence to kick me away from my friends for good.

I sighed in defeat, throwing my head back. I faced the gym doors and took a deep breath. Real or hired, I didn't need a date. My friends liked me for who I was and a guy wouldn't sever anything. At least, that's what I told myself. I would not let myself lose a boyfriend and my friends all in the same hour. Unlike Gavin, my friends were people I couldn't live without.

As I started walking towards the doors, my shadow appeared as a pair of headlights appeared from behind me. I turned around, using my hand to block the lights as they blinded me, and the car was shut off.

The blonde stepped out of the car. "Were you really going to just go in there without me after all that begging?"


That's the first chapter! It was actually longer than I thought it would be. I had planned to add more but I feel like it's a good place to leave off on the first chapter. Don't want to have too much in a chapter, especially the one that starts the whole story.

I know Ally may seem a little…whiney BUT she won't be throughout the story. She was just…desperate here. But wouldn't we all be? No? Okay then.

Also, I have about half of Chapter 3 of Broken Lyrics done! I'll upload as soon as I can.

Review for me? Tell me what you think! Should I continue?

xoxo