A/N: Okay, so I know what people think if a fourteen year old is still into Disney shows, but Austin and Ally was such a beautiful and amazing show and I loved/love that show with all my heart and Austin and Ally are my OTP. They are such a beautiful couple and I miss them everyday. If you have a problem with that, well, that's not my problem. For those of you who DO decide to read this story, I promise that it's worth it because I plan on this story being amazing. I hope those of you who decide to read like this story. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

Music Class

Ally Dawson made her way down the hall to her music class, her first class of the day. It was her first day as a Freshmen at Marino High School in Miami, Florida and she was excited to finally be a High Schooler. Ally took a seat at a table in the music classroom as the bell rang, signaling the beginning of the school day. Students filed into the classroom and sat down. The teacher just stayed silent and smiled as she watched the students sit wherever they wanted, which was mostly with their friends. The second bell rang, and the music teacher introduced herself as Mrs. Carter. Ally has expected her to go around the room and ask everyone their name and favorite instrument, like the middle school music teacher had done, but she didn't do that at all.

"I know it's only the first day of school, but I am assigning a project that will be due next Tuesday, which gives you a whole week to complete it." Mrs. Carter told the class. "This is a partner project. You and the partner I assign you to will have to write a song to perform in front of the class next Tuesday when they are do. Now, I expect a lot of effort to be put into these songs. I don't want anything silly or ridiculous."

Ally's stomach dropped and her heart started to race. Perform? She was going to have to perform in front of the class? In front of people she didn't know? Her palms began to sweat at the thought of it. Mrs. Carter began to call out the partnerships, adding that no changes would be made with partners, so people who wanted to work with their friends but didn't get partnered together would have to suck it up.

Ally heard her name and snapped out of her thoughts. Mrs. Carter was giving her her partner.

"Ally Dawson and Austin Moon, you two are going to be working together." She said and then continued to go down her list giving people their partners.

Who is Austin Moon? Ally thought to herself. Was he in her grade? She didn't know. The only person she was friends with in her grade was Trish.

"Alright, please go find and sit with you partners and get to work." Mrs. Carter said after she announced all the partnerships. Ally didn't know who Austin was, let alone what he looked like, so she sat at her table awkwardly, watching while everyone else found their partners and began working. Suddenly, someone cleared their throat in front of her and she jumped. She looked up and saw a guy with blonde hair and brown eyes.

"Um, are you Ally?" He asked her.

"Oh, uh, yeah." Ally replied. "You must be Austin."

"Yep, that's me." Austin said with a smile on his face as he sat down in the chair next to her.

"So, what grade are you in?" Ally asked him, trying to start a conversation and possibly get to know him a little bit.

"I'm a Freshmen, like you." Austin told her. "We've been going to school together our entire lives."

"We have?" Ally asked in disbelief and Austin chuckled.

"Yes." He replied with a goofy smile. "Don't you remember? I spilled apple juice all over your shirt on picture day in second grade."

"That was you?" Ally asked and a smile formed on her face when Austin nodded. "I was so upset that my picture was ruined I cried when I got home."

"Aw," Austin said as he laughed. "I am so sorry." Ally laughed and told him it was okay. She had gotten over it a very long time ago.

"I think I actually have that picture lying around somewhere in my moms many photo albums." Ally smiled.

"Seriously?" Austin asked her and she nodded. "Awesome. My legacy shall live on forever." Ally laughed with him and then pulled her brown, leather book from her bag and a pen.

"Let's get started on this song, shall we?" Ally asked and Austin nodded.

"I really hope you know what you're doing." Austin told her. "I know how to play instruments and I know how to sing, but when it comes to songwriting, I know absolutely nothing."

"I've been writing songs since I was in preschool. I have years of experience." Ally said with a smile.

"Oh yeah, didn't you write that Butterfly Song in kindergarten that we used in the spring play?" Austin asked and Ally nodded. "Not bad for a five year old."

"Why thank you." Ally told him. "Anyways, back to the song. You can help me come up with ideas for the song and what it should be about. Once we know what we're writing about, then we can come up with a title and lyrics. Sound good?"

Austin nodded. "Let's do this."

"Alright." Ally said as she got into songwriter mode. "What should our song to be about?"

"I don't know." Austin told her honestly. "Pancakes?"

"Mrs. Carter said that we can't write a song about anything silly or ridiculous." Ally reminded him and Austin looked hurt.

"Hey, pancakes are not silly or ridiculous." Austin told her as he defended his favorite food. "They are one of the greatest creations ever! Next to music."

Ally giggled at him. "Okay, I'm sorry." She said. "I didn't mean to offend you."

Austin huffed and said "Apology accepted." Ally laughed at him and he just smiled.

"Okay," Ally started, getting back on topic. She had let herself get distracted from her work for too long. "When you're writing a song, you want to write from your heart and use your own personal experiences to come up with lyrics because then the song is more true to you and that makes it all the more special. Does that help at all?"

Austin nodded. "Okay, so what is your heart telling you?" Ally asked.

"My heart is telling me that I really want pancakes right now." Austin said. "I had to skip breakfast this morning so I wasn't late on the first day."

Ally gave him a look. "I'm pretty sure that's your stomach telling you that you want pancakes. Not your heart." She said. "Come on, be serious. Really dig deep."

"I feel like you're asking me to soul-search." He told her.

"Yeah, I pretty much am." Ally told him. "But that's how we can come up with a good song." Austin nodded in understanding.

"Okay, so what's on your heart?" Ally asked him.

Austin stayed silent for a few minutes as he thought it over. What was on his heart? He had never really soul-searched himself before.

He spoke up after a few minutes and said,"How about proving people wrong?" He suggested.

"That's good!" Ally said. "Can you be little more specific?" Austin nodded.

"Like, making someone do a double take of sorts when they see the person you've become and where your life has gone. Obviously, in a positive way." He explained. "Like, say a teacher didn't think a student was ever going to go anywhere in life because of their horrible grades and things like that, but then maybe five years later, they're a billionaire and own their own company."

"Austin, that's really good." Ally told him. She completely understood where he was coming from. "I think we've finally got our song title."

Ally took her pen and wrote Double Take at the top of the blank sheet of paper in her book. She showed it to Austin and he just smiled and nodded.

"Awesome!" He said. "I didn't even know I knew how to soul-search, but look at that I did it!" Ally smiled and laughed at Austin's child like cheer. Ally looked at the time and saw that the bell was going to ring any minute.

"Okay, so the bell is going to ring in a couple minutes." She started. "Do you want to come over to my house after school and work on the song some more?"

Austin nodded. "Sure. What's your address?"

Ally ripped a blank piece of paper from her journal and wrote her address and phone number down on the paper, then she folded it up and handed it to him. Austin read it and chuckled to himself.

"What's so funny?" Ally asked curiously.

"Oh, nothing." Austin told her. "It's just that we live on the same street."

"We do?" Ally asked and Austin nodded.

"Yeah, I live just down the street from you." He said as the bell rang, signaling the end of class.

"Wow, I can't believe I've never seen you around the neighborhood before." Ally said.

"To be fair, when I was younger I spent most of my time at the neighborhood basketball court with my friends." Austin told her.

"That makes sense." Ally said as she put her book back into her bag and started waling towards the door. "I'll see you after school, then?"

"Yeah." Austin told her with a smile. "After school."

Ally smiled back, exited the music room and walked off to find her next class.

oOo

Ally noticed Austin was in a lot more of her classes throughout the day. She couldn't believe she didn't remember that he was the one who "ruined" her second grade picture. She had been so mad at him that day, too. Ally smiled as she remembered that day, then her mom pulled up in her car in front of her.

"Hey honey, how was your first day?" Penny Dawson asked her daughter.

"Great and terrible." Ally told her mother as she closed the passenger door and they drove off towards home. Ally had remembered that she had to perform the song she and Austin were writing in front of the entire class.

"Why terrible?" Her mom asked her.

"We were assigned a partner project in music class today that's due next week." Ally told her.

"Okay, and you don't like your partner?" Her mom asked when she didn't get the full story.

"What? No, he's fine. There's nothing wrong with him." Ally told her mother.

"Him?" He mother asked in a teasing tone, and Ally rolled her eyes.

"We didn't get to pick our partners." She told her. "Anyway, we have to write a song and perform it in front of the entire class next week."

"I'm not seeing the problem, honey." Her mother said.

"Mom, you know I have horrible stage fright." Ally reminded her mother. "I can't perform in front of the entire class. Especially, people I hardly know."

"Yes, that's right." Penny said as she remembered how her daughter got her stage fright all those years ago. "You sang in front of your class last year, though?"

"That was different mom." Ally said. "I knew all those people, and I just stared at the music in front of me while I played the piano. The only person I know in my music class is my partner."

"Sweetie, I'm sorry." Penny told her daughter. "I wish there was something I could do to help."

"Speaking of help," Ally said, changing the subject. "My partner is coming over after school to help me work on the song some more."

"Okay." Penny said. "Will he be staying for dinner?"

"Um, most likely not." Ally told her mother as they pulled into the driveway of their house.

"Alright," Penny said as they got out of the car. "Maybe some other time."

Ally rolled her eyes playfully and began to think of possible song lyrics as she walked into the house.

oOo

Ally had been home for ten minutes in the living room writing down possible lyrics for her an Austin's song in her book when there was a knock at the front door.

That must be Austin. Ally thought to herself as she rose from the couch.

"I'll get it, mom!" Ally hollered up the stairs and Penny called back with an "Okay." and Ally made her way to the front door, her book in one hand as she used her free hand to open the door.

As she thought, there stood Austin Moon with a goofy smile on his face.

"Howdy, partner." He said in an awful southern accent, causing Ally to laugh.

"Howdy." She said in her normal voice. She stepped out of the doorway and said, "Come on in."

Austin nodded and walked over the threshold and into the house. He looked around in awe.

"You have a nice house." He said as Ally closed the door. Ally nodded.

"Thanks." She said. "I'll tell my mom you said that."

Austin just nodded as he looked around some more.

"Well, my bedroom is just upstairs, come on." Ally said. "I have a keyboard and stuff up there, plus it will give us a more private work space."

Austin followed her upstairs and into a medium sized room with light purple walls, nice hardwood flooring, a white desk and dresser and a full size bed.

"You have a nice room." Austin told her. "It's very clean, unlike my room."

"For some reason, that doesn't surprise me." Ally said with a laugh.

"Yeah, it doesn't surprise a lot of people." Austin told her.

"Okay, let's get to working on the song." Ally said. "I wrote down some lyrics in my book before you got here. I thought of them when I got home."

"Okay, let's hear 'em." Austin said in an excited voice.

Ally walked over to her piano nervously. She hadn't played in front of anyone since her final project before the end of eighth grade last school year, and she nearly threw up when she did that. If she couldn't play inf font of someone like Austin, who was quickly becoming a friend in her mind, how was she supposed to play in front of the entire music class mostly filled with strangers?

"Ally?" Austin's voice snapped her out of her thoughts.

"Yes?" She asked.

"Are you okay?" He asked her. "You've been standing there zoned out for almost five minutes."

"Oh, yeah. I'm fine." She said. "It's just, uh, I have really bad stage fright, so...playing in front of people makes me nervous."

"If you have stage fright than why are you taking music class where you have to perform in front of the class?" Austin asked her.

"I love music, and I love playing it and making it." She told him. "I don't want my stage fright to get in the way of me doing something that I love. It was kind of bearable in middle school because I knew everyone. I knew their names and I had grown up with them. Now, music class is filled with strangers. People I don't know. I can't play in front of them."

"Why don't you just tell Mrs. Carter that you have stage fright?" Austin asked her. "That way you could just record your assignments and email them to her or something."

"I don't want to get any sort of special treatment because of some stupid stage fright, Austin." Ally told him. "I want to get the same treatment as the other students. If that means almost having a nervous breakdown, then so be it."

"Ally, you can't live like that." Austin told her. "Why don't you just tell Mrs. Carter you have stage fright, and then maybe you won't have to sing anything to add to your stage fright. You can play the song on the piano or something and I could sing it."

"I appreciate the concern, Austin, really, but I don't think that's a good idea." Ally told him.

"Well, you won't know until you try." Austin said. "So, try. Just once."

Austin gave her a puppy-eye look and she couldn't resist.

"Ugh, fine!" She exclaimed. "I'll try your idea. I may not like it, but I'll try it."

"Cool!" Austin said. "Now, about the lyrics you came up with?"

"Right!" Ally said and she sat down at her keyboard, then turned to Austin. "Um, could you maybe, like, turn around or something? So, I know you aren't watching me?"

"Oh, yeah, sure." Austin said and he quickly turned around so his back was to her.

Ally took a moment to take a deep breath and calm her shaky hands. When she felt composed enough, she began to play and sing.

Flip a switch

Turn on the lightning

Get it right

Show 'em how it's done

Freak it up

No matter how you dress that song

Girl you know

You got a number one

Go with it

You got 'em where you want 'em

Drop the beat

They wanna hear your sound

Play it up

It's coming down to you right now

Ally stopped playing and said, "That's all I've come up with, and you can turn back around now." Austin turned back around and he had a bug smile on his face.

"Ally, those lyrics are awesome!" He told her. "Could we speed it up a bit though? It's too slow."

"Oh, yeah, I guess we could speed it up a little." Ally told him.

"May I?" Austin asked, gesturing to the keyboard.

"Oh, yeah." Ally said and she scooted over on her piano bench to make room for Austin. Austin slid next to her and then started to play the notes and sing the song at a faster pace.

"That sounds good!" Ally told him.

"Totally!" Austin cheered. "Oh, you have a pretty voice, by the way."

Ally blushed at the compliment and looked to the floor. "Thanks." She said, sheepishly.

Austin only nodded and asked, "Hey, do you have any other instruments?"

"Uh, yeah." Ally replied. "I have a guitar. It's in it's case under my bed."

"Could I use it?" Austin asked.

"Yeah, sure." Ally said. "Go ahead, just don't break any of the strings."

"I won't." Austin said with a chuckle as he retrieved the guitar from under Ally's bed.

Austin and Ally worked on the song for another hour and a half, coming up with lyrics for the second verse and a little for the chorus. Ally had gotten more comfortable with playing around Austin, and her nervousness went away as they got further into the song. The pair were singing through what they had come up with when there was a knock on Ally's bedroom door.

"Come in." Ally called as she and Austin stopped playing their instruments, her mother walked in with a smile on her face.

"From what I've heard, it sounds like things are going good up here." Penny said.

"Yeah." Ally said, standing from her piano. "Mom, this is Austin. Austin, this is my mom."

"Nice to meet you Austin." Penny said with a smile, Austin stood and shook her hand.

"Nice to meet you, too, Mrs. Dawson." Austin said.

"Austin, please, call me Penny." Penny told him. "Mrs. Dawson makes me feel old."

"Alright, Penny." Austin said.

"Well, I just came up here to say that your father and I are almost finished with dinner and Austin, you are welcome to join us if you'd like." Penny said.

"Mom." Ally said, giving her mother a pointed look.

"Sure. What's cooking?" Austin said and his eyes lit up like a five year old on Christmas morning.

"We're making spaghetti." Penny told him.

"I love spaghetti!" Austin cheered and Penny laughed at him. Ally just smiled and rolled her eyes playfully.

"Is there any food you don't love?" Ally asked him in a teasing tone.

"Uh, yes." Austin told her. "Brussel sprouts and beets, disgusting."

"Yeah, okay." Ally said. "I can agree with you on that."

"Alright, well, I'll leave you two to get back to work." Penny said and she exited Ally's room, closing the door behind her.

"Okay, well, I think we've done enough work on the song for today, so do you want to work on some work we got on other classes?" Ally asked.

"Sure." Austin told her. "Are you by any chance good at geometry?"

"Austin," Ally started with a smug smile. "I have never failed a class in my entire life, of course I'm good at geometry. What do you need help with?"

Ally helped Austin with the geometry packet until dinner time, and dinner was a success. Although Lester Dawson wasn't too fond of a boy being over, he quickly got over it as he got to know Austin and as Austin cracked multiple jokes and made everyone around the table laugh multiple times.

Austin went home around seven o'clock after Ally had helped him with some science work he didn't understand. Ally couldn't help but think that the day was a success in general. Not only did she gain a new friend from the project in music class, but a friend who actually enjoyed music the same way she did. A friend she hoped she would have forever.

Austin walked home thinking about the crazy day he'd had. Not only had he met Ally, who he had spilled juice on in second grade, but he had quickly become friends with her. Not that he was complaining. She was fun to be around and she was a lot more normal than his best friend, Dez. Not that Dez's weirdness was a bad thing, it was one of the things Austin liked about him the most. Austin thought of the day as a success and couldn't wait for the rest of Freshmen year, he felt like it was going to be a good year. Not just for him and Dez, but for him and Ally, too, because Austin had a plan.

He was going to help Ally get over her stage fright. He was going to help her show the world how talented she was.

Both Austin and Ally fell asleep that night with smiles on their faces and positive thoughts about the year ahead of them.

A/N: AH, this chapter is almost four THOUSAND words. Damn. Anyway, I hope those of you who decided to read this story liked it. I have lot's of plans for this story and can't wait to put them into action. I know the one's who decided to read will enjoy where this story goes. Also, Trish and Dez will be in the next chapter, that I can promise. So, look forward to "seeing" them in the next chapter and not just having their names mentioned. Until next time, then!

~Charlotte