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Have any of you ever thought that the plot of Teen Beach Movie might really fit with the crew of Austin & Ally? I can't promise that any of the dialogue will match the exact script of the movie, but I'll try my best! So please enjoy, Teen Beach Movie: Austin and Ally Style!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Austin & Ally or Teen Beach Movie

Brady- Dez

Mack- Trish

Tanner- Austin

Lela- Ally

Rest of the cast will be introduced with the story!

Chapter 1

Is This Goodbye?

Summer; the season associated with one thing in the town of Miami, surfing, sun and sand. And on the beach is where we find a young couple engaged in the first of that list.

The effect of summer romance had taken over teenagers Dez Wade and his girlfriend, Patricia 'Trish' De La Rosa. They had met about two years ago while Trish was staying with grandfather following her mother's death. Dez was a patron of her grandfather's surf shop and she never forgot him. He was the only patron who wore a bright orange rash guard with matching board shorts that had purple and green diamond shaped marks on them. The two had bonded over their mutual fondness of the sport. Trish hadn't been too keen on it; in fact, she tried to come up with creative excuses to get out it. The most memorable was that she couldn't find a rash guard or board that matched her love of prints, so Dez had commissioned a board from her grandfather. It was a long board that was tan with stripes that went down the front and back that were Asian Cheetah print. At the top was the image of red hibiscus flower, one of Trish's favorites. He had even found a matching black and cheetah print rash guard and board shorts.

Needless to say, Dez had managed to get her on the board and the rest is, as they say, history. Their summer had been filled with days of surfing, summer dates and everything a stereotypical summer romance includes. Now, however, the summer was coming to an end and unfortunately, Trish had some news to share.

Trish and Dez could be found carrying their surf boards with their hands clasped together, walking around the beach.

"So, I can't believe the summer is almost over, you know what that means?" Trish said, trying to ease her way into her news.

"What do you mean? Summer is over yet, don't you know what they said about tomorrow?"

"Yeah, supposed to be some really high waves, perfect surfing conditions, but what I mean-"

"Hey, I'll race you back to the house!" And with that Dez took off towards the house. Trish sighed as watched the copper top of his hair flop as he ran and followed him back to the surf shop.

They both placed their boards outside by the stairs and walked into the shop/house.

"Look, Dez, I really need to-"

"SHHH!" Dez said as he turned his head towards where Trish's grandfather was working on surfboards. They could hear what sounded like music you would hear in a 60s themed diner and Trish knew what it was and she wasn't happy about it. Dez's face instantly lit up as he recognized it as well. "Oh no way!" With that he took off towards that area.

Trish sighed as she watched Dez run off. She followed him to the tiny workshop area of the shop where she found both her grandfather and Dez watching an ancient looking TV. Trish had been trying to get her grandfather to replace the dinosaur of a TV, but he was too stubborn to listen. He insisted that though the screen was a little faded and starting to fray a little, you could still see the picture and that was good enough for him.

"Gramps, how come you're watching this without me? You know I love this movie." Dez said as he stood beside the older man.

"Well you're here now, so I'm not alone." Gramps said back. Trish was leaning against the door frame of the entrance to the work area and wrapped her arms around her chest. She rolled her eyes at what they were watching.

"Please don't tell me that's…"

"Wet Side Story," Dez and Gramps said at the same time while bumping fists.

The TV screen had an image of a group of young men dressed in colorful swim trunks with girls sitting on their shoulders dressed in equally bright swim wear.

"Yeah, that." Trish said rolling her eyes again. She walked up and stood beside Dez, draping her arm on his shoulder. "I don't understand how you guys can like this movie."

"Obviously you don't see how this movie defined a generation." Gramps said trying to convince his granddaughter of the how legit the movie is.

"Yeah, Trish, think about it; set in 1962, surfers and bikers fighting over their favorite hangout, but among them we find two lovers, Austin and Ally. Austin, a surfer and Ally, a biker chick meet, Ally falling into Austin's arms, and, BAM, instantly fall in love." Dez said placing enthusiastic hand gestures on the 'bam' part of the explanation. "Together, the two try to unite their feuding gangs in order to save their hangout from an evil real estate mogul and his evil doctor sidekick, who have made a weather machine to destroy the shack and get rid of the bikers and surfers with a huge storm." He finished. "Silliness, I think not."

Trish turned her head back to the TV and saw the exact scene unfolding. Dez and Gramps weren't far behind her as they watched the screen.

"Oooh, this is my favorite scene!" Dez shrieked like a fan-girl.

The girl, who she believed was the character Ally, was standing on a small stage dressed in a red dress with white polka dots. Her hair was a classic 1960s style; a red headband was holding her hair back with the rest pulled up into a bump towards the back. She had bright red lips, black eyeliner, and the whole stereotypical 1960s look of a young girl. She was singing into an old time microphone with her back up dancers and singers following her moves.

(ALLY)

I'm not the kind to fall for a guy

Who flashes a smile

(BACKUP)

It's so not your style

(ALLY)

Don't usually swoon,

But I'm over the moon

(BACKUP)

He was just too cool for school

Trish then noticed the scene switch over to the entrance of the shack where a young blonde haired boy entered the shack, his swagger flowing through every step. She figured that was Austin as he walked through the crowd of dancing surfers and bikers. He was wearing a light blue shirt with ties around the V-neck collar, white shorts and blue converse with white ties. His hair was gelled back as per the time of the era. Trish then saw that Ally had begun a twirl on the small stage, why she did Trish will never understand when her feet got tangled up in each other and she ended up falling off the stage. Luckily and not surprising, Austin caught her and she just continued singing.

(ALLY)

Now I'm falling for him

"My point exactly, the 1960s were a stereotypical era." That caused Dez and Gramps to stare at her and then the TV screen. "No one really falls in love like that." However, they must have not heard her because their attention was once again on the TV.

"Now, they're pulled apart by their gangs and a huge dance war breaks out." Dez said like an excited child. Trish turned back to TV.

(DALLAS)

Hey, get your salty surfer mitts off my baby sister.

"That's Ally's older brother and leader of the bikers, the Rodents, Dallas." Gramps pointed out. Dallas was the stereotypical biker dude with the dark wash jeans with the ends rolled up, black leather fingerless gloves and vest over a red shirt with the biker boots on his feet. He even had the sort of Italian, Bronx neighborhood accent to match.

(ELLIOT)

Get your biker baby sister off our boarding buddy.

(DALLAS)

Oh yeah?

And now the entire group was in a, as Trish viewed it, completely spontaneous dance-off. Dallas and Elliot dragged Ally and Austin, whose eyes still remained locked on one another, away and started to stare each other down as they and everyone else circled around, trying to look intimidating. What she believed to be Dallas's girlfriend and Elliot's girlfriend stepped forward first. The biker girl had ridiculously high bump of hair with tight leather pants, a red and white bra like top that tied in the front and red heels to match while the surfer wore a pink 60s style bikini covered in fringe with white slip on shoes and socks.

Could this movie get any more ridiculous?!

"This is, again, exactly what I mean. They sing and dance for no reason, their hair is always dry when they come out of the water, the girls don't even surf as well as the guys and they sing and dance for no reason." Dez and Gramps stared at her when she said that last part. "I know I said that twice because I still don't understand it." She heaved a sigh as she finished.

"That's not the point, Trish." Dez said to his girlfriend. He just didn't understand why she didn't like this totally awesome movie.

"Alright then what is the point?" She asked back, hoping he came up with a logical answer.

"It's always summer there, none of them have a care in the world and they just sing and dance all day." Dez then heaved a dreamy sigh as he stared at the TV. "What I wouldn't give to just be a part of this movie." Feeling that she wasn't going to get through to them, Trish decided it was best to give up her end of the argument.

"Alright, but I would like to point out that their surfing looks totally fake. I mean they would drown the second they got out into the water." She was about to continue when there was a knock at the door. She didn't excuse herself, as they weren't paying attention and left to answer the door. "And their singing in the ocean wouldn't go well either!" She yelled back as she opened the door. Her eyes widened at who was on the other side.

"Surprise!" The person, a woman who appeared to be in her late thirties, early forties, dressed in a white blouse with a cream pencil skirt and nude heels and her hair done in a bun, stood on the porch of the house. She also had a pair of sunglasses that she raised onto her curly head of hair.

"Aunt Lydia, what a surprise indeed," Trish said, trying to sound convincing. "What are you doing here, so early?" She said between clenched teeth and a hushed tone.

Aunt Lydia hugged Trish, seeming to have completely ignored her, and pulled back to look at her.

"Oh Patricia, just look at you, you look completely…unacceptable!" She screamed.

"Excuse me?" Trish said, taken aback by what her aunt had just said.

"Oh no, not you dear," She said and pointed to the Bluetooth ear piece, "Business deal in process." Lydia then continued to walk around the beach front home and seemed to scrutinize every detail of the place.

"Aunt Lydia, again, what are you doing here? I thought you were coming tomorrow." Trish repeated herself. Her aunt turned back to her with a smile on her face and her arms crossed.

"Well, you thought wrong," She said, "I hope you're packed, Patricia, because we are leaving tomorrow."

Trish felt her heart and stomach drop below their natural places at what her aunt had said. What happened to their plan and she still hadn't been able to break it to Dez, her boyfriend, about this. Well, until now.

"Leaving?" Dez said as he walked into the room. Now her heart had truly dropped to her feet, maybe even farther. Dez looked between her and her aunt as he tried to piece together what her aunt had said. "Trish, what does she mean by leaving?" He asked.

Lydia turned back to the copper haired boy behind her and then back to her niece for an explanation.

"Uh, Aunt Lydia, this is Dez. Dez, this is my Aunt Lydia." Lydia extended her hand to Dez, expecting a handshake, when Dez walked right by her and to Trish.

"Trish, what does she mean by leaving?" He repeated. Trish was about to explain when Gramps walked into the room.

"Ah, Lydia welcome home." He said to his daughter, opening his arms for a hug, but got the fancy 'kiss-kiss'.

"Yes and I see nothing has changed since I left all those years ago." Lydia said as she looked around the house again. "Still making surfboards, I see." She stopped when she got to one in particular. "And I see you're still holding onto this old…thing." Trish turned her head to the surfboard that hung over her head.

Gramps scoffed at his own daughter when she said that. In fact, he wasn't surprised that she hadn't of talked about it the second she walked in the door.

"Why wouldn't I have it?" He said.

"Yeah, we all grew up with the tales of this board. It's a part of this family." Trish said with Dez shaking his head in agreement. Dez had heard the tales of this surfboard because it was what he modeled Trish's after.

It wasn't the same colors or print, but it had the hibiscus flower at the nose of the board and same tan background. The only difference was the red lines instead of the cheetah print. He didn't fully comprehend why her aunt wasn't happy that her father still had this family heirloom.

"You remember, Lydia, me, my father and his father all found their destiny while riding that board." Gramps proudly stated. He looked behind Lydia to Trish with a smile on his face. "Someday, I hope Trish will find her destiny with this board." That caused Trish to smile a little.

Her Aunt Lydia on the other hand was not so impressed. She turned back around to Trish and Dez, looking a little annoyed yet pleased.

"There is only one way to find your 'destiny'," She said, placing air quotes around the word. "And Patricia knows that it requires hard work." Trish was about to speak up when Dez stood in front of her.

"Okay, once again, Trish, what does she mean by leaving tomorrow?" He asked again, hoping this time it came with an answer. He got his answer, just not from Trish.

"You see, Dez, my niece has been accepted to the most prestigious and very expensive fashion academy…Klum's Fashion Academy." Lydia proudly announced to entire room. Dez's eyes seemed to grow as big as Gollum's as his head moved from Lydia to Trish.

"What?!" He yelled out. Gramps moved to Lydia and placed his hand on her arm.

"Lydia, maybe we should talk about this in private." He suggested, but Lydia simply shook his arm off.

"There is nothing to talk about, father, this had been the deal from the start." She said turning back to Trish with a beyond fake smile plastered on her face. "Isn't that right, Patricia?" She asked Trish. Almost immediately, Trish ran to her aunt and began pleading with her.

"Please Aunt Lydia, can't you hold off a couple of hours? There are supposed to be extreme conditions tomorrow and there's a wave that I have been dying to surf all summer-"

"Surf? Oh sweetheart, your new life begins tomorrow. You don't have time to be thinking about silly things like surfing." Lydia said as she watched Trish and Dez's faces drop. "Unfortunately, your endless summer…has come to an end." That last part had no emotion at all in it.

With that, Trish took off, leaving behind her aunt, grandfather and boyfriend. She planted herself along the railing of the porch with a worn out book in her hands as she looked to the ocean.

"I can't believe you didn't tell me." She heard Dez say as he walked onto the porch. She closed the book and turned to face him.

"You don't understand how hard I tried. I just…didn't know how to." Dez heaved a sigh as he leaned against the railing and looked to the ocean. He didn't understand how his girlfriend couldn't tell him, much less talk about, such a huge decision. Didn't she care about his feelings at all?!

"So you're leaving?" He finally said. "Just like that? Why are they making you do this?" He just insisted about getting as much information out of her as he could.

Trish heaved a sigh as she jumped off the railing and onto the platform of the porch. She folded her arms; book in hand, as she stared up at Dez.

"No one is making me, this is entirely my choice." She said.

"So change your mind. If this is really your choice, your aunt will understand." He was now full on pleading with her, but she was resolute in her decision.

"There isn't enough time. My flight leaves tomorrow at noon. There's no going back." Dez shook his head, trying to wrap his brain around all that had happened.

"I just don't understand, Trish. This is your home, this is where your grandfather is, where you surf." Listing off all those things wasn't helping her strong face. "It's also where I' am." He said that last part and her heart just completely melted. She hated that Dez could be this sweet and still be his normal goofy self.

"I know that, Dez, but I was really lucky to even get into this school. My aunt says it'll pave the road to my future and make me something." She began to explain, but saw that Dez still didn't understand, so she decided there was no other way.

Trish pulled the worn out book, which turned out to be a diary, and opened the pages to one in particular.

"After we lost my mom, I made a deal with my Aunt Lydia. I would stay here with my grandfather for the first part of highschool, but when it was time to get serious, I would go to the school that she chose. She attended this school too and believes that I can make something of myself there."

"So she's just going to take you away, just like that?" Dez interrupted. "Aren't you happy here?"

Trish then pulled the diary in front of Dez's face for him to see. He went cross eyed as he stared at the worn out book.

"This is my mother's journal." She said as she began to read from it. "Most of all, I dream that my daughter becomes a great success. That she isn't just pulled through life...But marches through it...Triumphantly." She finished and closed the journal as she stared back at Dez, waiting for an answer. She smiled when Dez gave her a smile back.

"She sounds like an amazing person." He said.

"She was, all she ever wanted was to go to college and make something of herself, but then she had me and never got to live out that dream." Trish said. It almost sounded like Trish was blaming herself as if having her derailed her mother's dreams.

"It wasn't your fault, Trish." Dez said as wrapped his arm around her shoulders trying to comfort her. Trish wiped her eyes of tears threatening to fall.

"I know it's not, but I can help make my mom's dreams come true." She said.

"Yeah, in your own way, not what your Aunt or anyone else says you should be like." He said, trying against hope to reason with her.

"I have to do this, Dez." She firmly stated. There was a pregnant pause between them as their eyes locked.

"What about us?" Dez finally asked. That was the string that broke the camels back. Trish rested her head on his chest as she tried to hold tears back.

"How can there be an us when I'm so far away?"

"I'll wait for you, we can write letters-"Dez wanted to list things off, but Trish stopped him again.

"I know what's it like to miss someone, Dez, and I care about you too much to put you through that." She tried to make it sound as nice as she could, but Dez wasn't having any of it.

"So you're breaking up with me to ease my pain? Trish, that doesn't even make sense at all!" He screamed as he got up and stood at the top of the stairs of the porch.

Trish followed him and leaned against his tall back. She closed her eyes as she took in his scent, hoping this moment could last forever.

"Thanks." She said, a little muffled by her face being in his back.

"For what?" He asked back.

"For giving me the best summer a girl could ask for." She heard him chuckle as he stared down at her and then wrapped his arm back around her shoulders. He leaned his head on hers as she leaned into his chest.

"I wish it wasn't over."

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