~We don't own Austin and Ally.~


Ally stood behind the counter at Sonic Boom, she was cleaning the trombone a little boy had just used. Today was a slow day and only a few people buzzed around the shop. "Guess who got a job at The Walking Taco!" Ally didn't need to look up to know her best friend; Tris was wearing a ridiculous outfit. Trish was wearing dark green leggings, with brown flats. The main part of her uniform was a huge taco, with cloth cheese and lettuce. And on the top of her head she wore a small headband with a taco on top.

"Oh, hey Tris, you on your break?" Ally asks, looking up at her friend and putting down the rag she was using. "Nah, but my boss had to go to the doctor's so I figured he wouldn't notice if I left." She answers seriously, sliding her headband off. Unsure if that was okay or not-though it probably wasn't-Ally simply answers with "Oh". "So," Tris starts; walking up to the counter. "have you been working on your new song?"

"Yeah," Ally smiles, leaning against the counter. "Really? Can I hear it?" Ally frowns and turns around to help a customer that walked up. "I don't know Tris-" She hands the man his change. "-C'mon Ally!" Tris begs. "But, we're in the middle of the store!" Ally protests. "Yeah, but no one's even here." Ally looks around the shop to see Tris was right, the man she had just helped had left, and the other people seemed to have gone too. It was completely empty besides them.

She sags her shoulders and walks over to the piano. "Lock the doors." She orders, but not in a mean way. Tris nods her head and does so, walking back over to Ally when she's done. Ally sets down on the piano bench and her fingers glide over the piano keys. Like sliding on clean ice. Letting the words flow from her mouth.

He laughs at my jokes, but you never did. It's like playing hide and seek, where you always hid.

One door closes, another one opens.

But life's never like that, no matter what we wish. He holds me tightly, like he'll never let go.

You were never like that, you'd always let me fall.

you always told me to wear makeup and less clothes.

You wanted me to be perfect, like a Barbie doll. Sometimes I have to tell myself he's not like that. Not everybody's such a dirty ol' rat

Ally stops and she turns around to Trish. "And that's all I have so far. We'll have to change some words around, but yeah." "Aww, Ally, that was really good." "Thanks Trish, hey, do you know where Austin is? He was supposed to be here to talk about this song with me." Ally smiles and walks back over to the doors to unlock them. "Haven't seen him, sorry. He's probably with Dez."

"Ugh, I knew he would do this! He's always late." Ally pouts. "Who's always late?" Austin slides in the front door, Dez in tow. "There you are! You were supposed to be here two hours ago " "Sorry," "Austin.." "I got you Ice cream." He adds sheepishly.

Ally smiles and Austin holds out a cup of Vanilla swirl Ice cream. "It took you two hours to get a cup of Ice cream?" "Well, no. Dez and I went to the beach." "Where is Dez?" "Not sure he was-" "Ally! Ally help me!" "Austin gets cut off by Dez. Ally looks around the room until she she's Dez with his arm stuck in a tuba. "Oh god." She mutters. Walking over to Dez; Austin following behind. Ice cream still in hand.

"Dude, how did you even manage to get yourself stuck in a tuba?" Austin laughs from the piano bench. Dez and Austin were sitting in Ally's practice room, Austin playing piano for the new song. "I dropped my phone down it and tried to get it back." He answers sheepishly.

Austin just laughs and stands up.

"You're so full of bad ideas." He chuckles. "At least I don't still wear truck boxers." Dez mutters back. "Never speak of that." He glares, walking over to the fridge in the corner.


Sorry that was such a bad place to stop, and it was so short, but as the story goes on, they'll get longer (: review's would be nice *hint* *hint* Also, this is our (My friend and I's) first story, so if you could be a bit nice, that's be great.

1. That song that Ally sang is mine, I made it up, so please don't steal?

Monica (: