Hey! So I was thinking of doing an Austin and Ally fanfic. Of course, the idea never really hit me until BAM! One of my friends is trying to do a "100 Things I Must Do Before I Die" list. So I thought, why not do a fanfic about accomplishing something off a list? It may take a while though, so hope you stick with me. Hope you like it! I'm making this an Auslly and a Trez story, even though there will probably be more Auslly! And may I please have 5 reviews? Thank you so much! And here is the haunted disclaimer.
Trish: Guess who got a job as your nanny!
Me: I'm 11. I don't think I need a nanny.
Trish: Yes you do, because I'll get payed. Even though I hate my job, at least I'll get payed.
Me: Can you at least do the disclaimer for me?
Trish *opens mouth before being interrupted*
My Mom: Trish! I didn't hire you! Get out of here!
Me: Mom, how do you know Trish?
My Mom: Her mom and I go way back...
Trish: Yeah, so BYE!
Me: *sighs*
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Austin and Ally, sadly.
Ally's POV
"Well, these violins are made out of the finest wood." I tell a customer. "They're made out of..."
"Does this violin come in red?" the customer interrupts me. I sigh.
"Well, we're out of red right now." I answer. "We have pink, blue, green and purple..."
"I WANT RED!" the customer yells. Wow, does she know manners?
"I can order it for you, but it'll take around a week or so..." I tell her. I could tell by her face expression that she wasn't too pleased.
"I. Want. Red. NOW!" the customer says.
"Fine!" I succumb to the customer. "Just be back in 3 hours, preferably 5."
"I'll be back alright." she says before exiting the store. I sigh. Even though this isn't the busiest day for Sonic Boom, it was definitely the crankiest. I grab a pink violin and start painting it red. Then I start thinking of how school's starting tomorrow, which got me thinking of becoming a senior, Book Club, Watching Clouds Club, Calligraphy Camp, Dez, then Trish, then... Austin.
"Ally, are you done with the next song?" Austin asks me, jumping onto the counter. Wow, I was just thinking of him. Coincidental...
"Yeah, it's in my book." I answer him. He starts to reach for it when I say...
"Don't. Touch. My. Book." He makes a puppy face which I think is adorable. He's adorable... snap out of it Ally!
"What's the song about?" Austin asks.
"It's about puppy love." I answer. I kind of wrote about him in that song. I also mentioned Dallas here and there. Though, the references were very subtle.
"So in the video, Austin has to dress up as a puppy?" Dez pops out of nowhere. I sigh.
"Dez, puppy love just means crushes." I tell Dez.
"So, basically, Austin gets crushed by a ton of rocks while dressed up as a puppy?" Dez asks.
"Ally, how could you do that?" Austin asks me. I hit my head with my palm. Sometimes they can be idiots!
"No, Dez, just let him dress normally. And Austin, you're not going to get crushed, okay?" I explain to Austin and Dez.
"Well, it's too late." Dez says. "I already ordered the rocks and the puppy costume."
"Thank you Dez, so much." Austin says.
"You're welcome!" Dez says. I try to block Austin and Dez out of my head as I paint the violin. I hear a door crah, which was the cranky customer.
"I found the red violin in another store." she says. "I'm not shopping here ever again!" She then throws her football at me. Wait, how did she get a football? Oh well, at least I don't need to paint a violin anymore. The football landed on the paint can, which totally fell onto the floor. Paint splattered everywhere.
"Ally!" Austin yells. "This was a perfectly good outfit!"
"Well, too bad." I say. "Either way, how is there a new music store in this mall?"
"Oh yeah, it's called Celebrity Music." Dez says. "It's in the other side of the mall."
"Why didn't you tell me about this?" I ask Dez.
"Well, you never really asked." Dez replies. Ugh, how he makes me so aggrevated sometimes! I roll my eyes at him and get onto my laptop. Then, I searched Celebrity Music onto my laptop. That's when it shut down.
"Ugh, wake up computer!" I shriek.
"What's wrong?" Austin asks, flashing that sympathetic smile that always makes me melt. Wait,what am I thinking? He's my best friend, besides Trish of course.
"Well, my computer always shuts down for some odd reason." I tell Austin.
"Did you try charging it?" Austin asks.
"Of course, but it's not working." I , Trish comes barging in.
"Guess who got a job at the Lemon store!" Trish yells.
"I thought it was called the Lime store." Dez says.
"Yeah, Dez, it's called exactly that." Trish replies sarcastically. Then she starts talking normally again. "For once, I love this job. I got a free laptop!"
"Do you mind giving the laptop to a friend in desperate need for one?" I ask Trish.
"Sorry Ally, but I earned this laptop!" Trish replies. I sigh.
"Well, then you're going to the Lemon store with me to get a discount for me." I tell her.
"Fine, let's go." Trish says reluctantly.
"Oh, and Austin, Dez, can you please clean up this place?" I ask the boys, who were busy playing the piano.
"Umm, yeah, sure." Austin replies. I smile and Trish takes me all the way across the mall.
Austin's POV
"Dez, we've got to clean this up!" I tell Dez. Ally told us too, and if she sees this place with paint still there, she might as well kill us. That's what I love about her. She's likable, most of the time. Not when she's blabbing about her boring life. No no no. She has no social life. I feel kind of bad for her.
"I know, that's why I ordered a pack of rocks and a dog costume." Dez says.
"I thought you got that for my next music video." I say.
"Well, I did, but now I have another method to clean up this place." Dez says. The door opens.
"Delivery!" the delivery man says. Dez comes up to him and he says "Sign here. Thank you." Then he drops the bag of rocks and the dog costume.
"See, all we have to do is put the rocks in the costume and throw it onto the counter." Dez explains to me.
"Dez, that's genius!" I yell. I love how Dez is so random. We're best friends, after all. We pile the rocks into the costume and throw it at the counter. The paint magically disappeared.
"I'm a what?" Dez asks.
"You're a genius, which I probably will not ever say again." I tell Dez. He smiles.
"You want to play some Banjo Tennis?" Dez asks me.
"When will I never?" I tell Dez. We both grab the closest banjo we could find and we start to play Banjo Tennis. I'm obviously going to win.
Ally's POV
"Here we are!" Trish says. For once she's at her job. Now if she only worked at her job, she would at least have some extra cash.
"Yeah!" I shriek. "Now we can get a new computer!"
"For you, sadly." Trish mutters. She's my best friend, but sometimes she can get on my nerves.
"Well, which one do you recommend?" I ask Trish, in which she shrugs.
"I don't know, I got this job an hour ago!" Trish replies. I sigh, but then I look at all the laptops, accompanied by uPads telling you what they are exactly. Oh how I love the Lemon store.
"Well, how's this one?" I ask, pointing to the gold laptop. It was relatively thin.
"Oh, that's the one I got." Trish says.
"Well, how is it?" I ask.
"You're using 'well' a lot." Trish tells me. "It's starting to scare me a little." Wow, I am using "well" a lot. Three times in a row! I better stop.
"Well, sorry." I say. I did it again! I'm stopping this harmless habit starting NOW!
"OK..." Trish says. "Just try the computer."
"OK..." I mimic back. "I'm trying the computer."
"Good..." Trish says. I get onto Blazewolf and get onto my email. There was a peculiar one. I wonder what it is...
"There's an email from Macy." I tell Trish.
"Macy?" Trish asks in shock. "The Macy Shock? OMG!"
"Yeah, it's shocking." I say, emphasising "shocking" as much as possible.
Macy Shock is the most popular girl at school. She has a boyfriend named Blake, or should I say Blank (he thinks he doesn't need a name because he's so popular, so people call him Blank, which backfired on him) She has an entourage, which is composed of Lizzie Chester, the blonde, and Kayla Williams, the African-American brunette. Most people call Macy "Redhead" Lizzie "Blonde" and Kayla "Brunette" People only call them that if they're trash talking them, which usually never happens to them, unless the people are talking to them behind their back. If you stay quiet like me, you hear all of the latest gossip.
Macy won Miss Miami last year, which is basically as important as Miss USA. You know why? Because Miss Miami is broadcasted on every TV channel/radio station know to man! It could get you a lot of publicity, which ends up in you becoming famous and yada yada yada.
"Ally!" Trish yells. "Don't just think and stand there! Open the stinking email!" I obey Trish's orders and open the email. I scanned over it, and I was surprised of the content that was in the email.
Hello Lucky 25!
I'm Macy, only the most popular girl in the entire grade, which has, like, 300 people in it. I'm amazing. I'm perfect. And I'm Miss Miami. Big shocker. And since I have to give the crown to someone else, sadly, I decided to have a little competition. So, I chose 25 girls that are seniors now to be in this little competition. It was random, well, not totally. I chose my fav five and then chose the other 20 by just drawing names out of a hat. Cliche, right. Either way, I sent this email to you for an interesting way for me to choose the next Miss Miami! So, all you have to do is complete this list of things you have to do before the other 24. Whenever you finish one task, you tell me and I'll have a little stamper to stamp that thing you accomplished on the list. Easy peesy. Anyways, I know you guys are wondering who's your competition. Here's the list!
1: Volunteer 20 hours each for an animal shelter and a nursery home.
2: Wear a Top 10 Prom dress.
3: Be crowned Homecoming or Prom Queen. (they're different!)
4: Be on Tv, a radio station or the newspaper.
5: Model for Chanel, Louis Vuitton, Calvin Klein or Michael Kors.
6: Star in a musical.
7: Become the head cheerleader.
8: Get 5 signs on your locker.
9: Make 10 trendy outfits and display them somewhere.
10: Start a trend that has half of Miami following it.
11: Write a good speech about what's important to you and say it in front of an audience of more than 100 people.
12: Be able to have a talent that can be showcased.
13: Date a guy either from a sports team or a famous singer/actor. (plus he has to be H-O-T-T, HOTT!)
14: Have a sweet ride and be able to drive it. (unless you pay a personal driver, that's classy and cool)
15: Be able to flaunt something successfully.
16: Pass the Apple test. (everything will be explained once I give the Apple test to you)
17: Get accepted to a good college. (and by good, I mean a college where you can take a full four years)
18: Get more than 1,000 followers on MoodFace.
19: Get a celebrity to follow you on MoodFace.
20: Be able to reveal a dark secret coolly. (and by coolly, that means no one will laugh at you once you reveal it)
21: Be able to command people to do whatever you wish
22: Get served filet mignon than the paste they call food at school.
23: Get out of gym. (ruins the makeup)
24: Give a fashion based seminar.
25: Be BFF's with either someone super popular or someone famous.
This will be so much work... for me. I have to check everyone's work. Do you know how much that's going to ruin my hair? Anyways, I'm pretty sure that you want to know your competitors. Well, here they are.
1: Lizzie Chester
2: Kayla Williams
3: Ellie Nash
4: Fiona Coyne
5: Clare Edwards
6: Imogen Moreno
7: Alli Bhandari
8: Holly J Sinclair
9: Anya MacPherson
10: Jenna Middleton
11: Bianca De Sousa
12: Katie Matlin
13: Annie Taylor
14: Mia Jones
15: Grace Torres
16: Manny Santos
17: Marisol Lewis
18: Maya Martin
19: Tori Santamaria
20: Becky Baker
21: Jane Vaughn
22: Emma Nelson
23: Leia Chang
24: Chantay Black
25: Ally Dawson
So you can't drop out. Basically that's about it. Bye!
Trish's POV
Oh how evil that girl is! That girl has nerve to not include me in that list. I want to be popular! I want to be Miss Miami! Ugh!
"So basically I have to be in this competition for the Miss Miami crown?" Ally asks.
"Yep." I answer. Ally doesn't deserve it! Even though she's my best friend, she has no fashion sense! I deserve the chance to be Miss Miami! Oh, the fame I would get!
"Great." Ally says sarcastically.
"Wait, you don't want to be Miss Miami?" I ask. If I were her, I would faint if I heard that I had the chance to become Miss Miami. She's basically throwing this chance away.
"No!" Ally yells, catching attention from a few customers. "I don't want to be known for something, oh I don't know, fake! I want to be known for something I did or one of my talents." Talents? Miss Miami showcases bunches of talents!
"Well I so badly want to be in the competition!" I say. "If only we could switch places..."
"Maybe we can." Ally says.
"How can we?" I ask doubtfully.
"She said we couldn't drop out," Ally starts. "but she never said that we couldn't switch places."
"Ally, you are a genius!" I yell, gaining even more attention from the population from the store. What? I'm excited! Sheesh.
"But only one problem; how are we going to contact Macy?" Ally asks me.
"Umm, through email?" I ask.
"We all know she only uses email for school and Miss Miami." Ally tells me. She does have a point. Macy hates email. She like texting, calling and chatting in person.
"Then through phone." I state.
"Do you have her phone number?" Ally asks me. I scroll through my contacts in my phone. Ally reciprocates.
"No, do you?" I look up to see Ally shaking her head.
"What are we going to do?" Ally asks, bonking her head on the closest table, making even more innocent customers watch. Really people? Don't you guys have something better to do than watch this conversation?
"We could go to her house." I casually say.
"You know, that might actually work." Ally says while pointing at me.
"But how are we going to get her address?" I ask.
"School website." Ally tells me. The school website has a directory, where you can find everyone's address, phone number, MoodFace, and anything else you need to know.
"She lives on 1008 Baker Street." Ally says, quickly jotting it down in her book.
"Perfect!" I exclaim. "Let's go!"
The ride was long. Turns out she lives in this fancy neighborhood with rich kids that pretty much no one can afford but rich people. I was driving, since Ally doesn't have her license yet. Ally was boring me with her long lecture of school. I just nodded and added a little "Uh huh"s here and there.
"Trish!" Ally yells. "Are you paying attention?" That definitely caught my attention.
"Yep!" I jump.
"Good, because we're here." Ally says. I saw a small mansion. It looked more like a huge log cabin. All of her house was made out of wood!
"Let's go." I say. We went to her front door. Since there was no doorbell, Ally quietly tapped on the door.
"Not like that!" I scold. Then I bang on the door, yelling. Then, the door opens to reveal Macy. She looks better than she did last year. Her hair was slightly waved. She wore a purple tee and white shorts, casual and easygoing. She also wore lip gloss, blush and mascara, which brought out her blue eyes. I can't say she looks magnificent or beautiful (ahem, that's me) but I can say she looks pretty.
"Hey!" she says. "Who are you guys?"
"I'm Trish and that's Ally." I tell Macy. Ally just slightly nods.
"Oh, Ally!" Macy exclaims. "You're doing the Miss Miami competition I'm hosting!"
"Yep, that's me!" Ally says nervously. Why was she nervous? We were just talking to Miss Miami and the most popular girl in school! OK, maybe we should be a little nervous.
"That's what we came here for." I blurt out. "You see, Ally's not too enthusiastic about being in your little competition, but I would love to compete. So, we were wondering if we can do the little switcheroo."
"I'm sorry, but the hat chose Ally." Macy says. "I won't do a thing."
"But..." I say.
"No." Macy interrupts.
"But..." Ally says.
"NO!" Macy interrupts again. Wow, she's persistent.
"Fine." I say. Macy smiles and shuts the door.
"Looks like I have to try to become Miss Miami." Ally says glumly. Then, an idea hit me.
"Ally, if you become famous, so do I." I tell her.
"Well, yeah, I think so." Ally says while tilting her head a little bit.
"So, I'm gonna make you do it." I say. I have the look on my face that gives Ally the hint that I won't take no for an answer.
"OK, since you're my best friend, I'll do it." Ally says while smiling shyly. I smile.
"Great!" I say. "Perfect!"
Austin's POV
We were playing the fifth round of Banjo Tennis. It was tied, 2 to 2 and this was our tie breaker round. I was up, 17 to 11. I was about to serve before seeing Ally and Trish come in.
"Hey you guys!" Ally yells. Dez and I hide the banjos. We've kind of broken 7 already.
"Hey Ally." I say. Then I whisper to Dez "I win." He shrugs. Ally looks around the store. By the look on her face, she was frightened.
"What did you guys do to my counter?" she asks madly. Dez and I look at each other nervously. I don't think we did anything major. I glance at the counter to see a huge crack (more like a billion huge cracks) Oh great.
"We kind of threw a puppy costume full of rocks at the counter." Dez says. "Please don't hurt us!" He said the last sentence hastily, throwing his hands up.
"OK, what about the banjos?" Ally says, pointing at the 7 banjos we destroyed. She's probably extremely disappointed in us, and I feel really bad for letting her down. She's too cute to be let down... wait, what am I thinking?
"We kind of played Banjo Tennis." Dez says. "Please don't hurt us!" He said the last sentence just like the identical sentence said a few seconds earlier, hastily.
"Oh I won't hurt you." Ally says. Phew. "But I will charge you around a thousand dollars, probably more, to help me pay for this!" She ends up throwing her hands everywhere.
"We'll pay, don't worry." I say, throwing my signature smile. I saw Ally's face loosen up a little bit. I must be a charm to her or something.
"Good, I just need the money soon." Ally states, this time more calmly. Dez nods, still frightened. I, on the other hand, just flipped my hair, which earned a blush from Ally. Wait, did she just blush?
OK, that's the first chapter of Miss Miami! In this story, 25 is, like, the lucky number. Tell me how it is! 5 reviews please! Thank you!