Disclaimer: I don't own Austin & Ally or anything you may recognise.
A/N: Yes, here is yet another new story! Okay, so I've seen this storyline being used quite a few times on here, so I decided to give it a try myself. If you have read my other stories, you will know that I like to mix it up a bit and add in unexpected twists, so don't worry, this won't be like the others and I will try to make it as original as possible.
Chapter One
I walked into the classroom and sat down in my seat, twiddling my thumbs as I waited for the teacher to arrive. I glanced at the clock on the wall and sighed. Why was I always at least 10 minutes early to every class? It probably had something to do with the fact that I didn't have friends to talk to - with the exception of Trish, but she was always either late or she had detention, so we never really had a chance to properly talk.
Or maybe it was because I was just a 'teacher's pet' as my classmates would call it; I think that I was just eager to learn, and that was something that I considered to be a good thing.
As I sat there, thinking about how far down I was on the popularity scale, I didn't notice that people were already filing into the classroom. I looked around at everyone taking their seats, before turning my attention to the front of the classroom again.
"Okay class, settle down!" the teacher, Mrs. Anderson shouted, catching the attention of everyone in the class. "Thank you. Now, as I told you all last week, today we are going to be starting a new project," she said.
Everyone began chatting excitedly to their friends, before being shushed by Mrs. Anderson.
"Quiten down!" Everyone stopped talking. "Okay, now before I discuss the details of this project, I'm going to take attendance," she stated, before she started calling out names. When she got to my name, I said the usual 'Here!' and timidly looked down.
Once she had finished taking attendance, she stood up from her chair behind her desk and walked around to the front of the desk, leaning against it.
"Now are you going to tell us about the project?" a boy in the back of the class questioned.
"Well, if you would let me speak, then maybe I would be able to tell you about the project," Mrs. Anderson replied, sternly. "Okay, so I can tell that you're all eager to know what this project is about, so I will tell you. You will be paired up with someone of my choosing and you will have to raise a fake baby in order to win a prize along with gaining a good grade."
The chatter started again, but this time Mrs. Anderson didn't do anything to stop it.
"What's the prize?" a girl asked, excitedly.
"Ah, you'll just have to wait and see, won't you?" Mrs. Anderson answered. "Now, here are your partners!" she said, causing everyone to turn their attention back to her again. "Cassidy Summers and Dallas Matthews, James Smith and Molly Little, Ally Dawson and Austin Moon..." I zoned out after hearing my name.
I was paired with him?! Austin Moon, also known as my high school rival. We were two polar opposites on the high school food chain! Whenever he got the chance he would tease me about how unpopular I was. It wasn't a major problem, but it still annoyed me.
"Okay, now everyone, go and sit next to your partner before I give you your baby!" Mrs. Anderson said, smiling.
The sound of screeching chairs on the floor was heard as everyone got up to sit next to their partners. I bet they were excited about this project, something I couldn't say about myself, not now I knew who I was paired with.
"Hey Dawson," I heard an all too familiar voice whisper in my ear, making me shiver slightly. I rolled my eyes as he sat down next to me, placing his feet on my desk. Yes, my desk.
"Okay, let me get one thing straight, I'm not going to be the only one looking after this baby," I stated, firmly.
"It's a fake baby, Ally! Don't take it too seriously!" Austin said.
"It's a project worth a grade!" I exclaim, frustratedly. "I know you probably don't care about passing this class, but I do!"
"Woah, feisty, are we?" Austin smirked. "Look, if it means that much to you, I'll have the baby tonight. It can come and watch its daddy at football practice," Austin said, with mock excitement.
I rolled my eyes. "I guess that's the most enthusiastic you'll ever be," I sighed. "Even if it isn't real," I added.
"What do you mean it isn't real? I care for this baby as much as you!" he stated, pretending to be serious, before bursting out in laughter. "Even though you're taking this way too seriously, my offer still stands about the whole me keeping the baby for tonight thing."
"Mr. Moon, I'm glad to see you taking a slight interest, but I would appreciate it if you realised that even though the baby may not be real, the grade that you get at the end of it will be! So get your feet off of Ally's desk and focus on the project," Mrs. Anderson instructed, making Austin jump and place his feet down on the floor.
"Thanks," I said, smiling gratefully at Mrs. Anderson.
"No problem. Now, your baby is going to be a girl! Congratulations!" she exclaimed, handing me the fake baby.
"Congratulations on what?" Austin asked her, scrunching up his nose in confusion.
"On becoming parents!" she replied. "And before you respond, it may not be real, but just try and act like it is for the next few weeks, okay?"
"Fine..." Austin mumbled.
"What are you going to name her?" she questioned.
I pondered on her question for a second, staring down at the fake baby in my arms. "I think that she should be called Macy," I answered, softly.
"That's a lovely name," Mrs. Anderson said with a smile, writing it down on the sheet of paper in her hands.
"Don't I get a say in what she should be called?" Austin queried.
"I thought you didn't care?" I asked him, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, I don't really, but I might as well get involved if we have to do this properly," Austin stated.
"Okay, well, what do you want to name her then?"
"Melody," he said with a small smile.
I looked down at our fake baby and smiled, "That's a really pretty name."
"Do you want to change it to Melody then?" Mrs. Anderson questioned.
"Yes," I replied with a quick nod.
"Okay," she said, writing the name down onto the sheet of paper in her hands before walking off.
I looked at Austin, rocking Melody gently. Maybe this wouldn't be too bad after all. Well, if Austin actually decided to help.
Suddenly, I heard a loud screeching sound coming from Melody.
Maybe I spoke too soon.
"Aw, hello little Melody," Trish cooed, looking down at the fake baby in the baby carrier that I was holding. "So, you have to work with Austin Moon?" she asked, looking at me.
"Uh huh. He siad that he would take Melody tonight, but I don't trust him," I replied.
She shrugged, "You never know, he could surprise you."
"I hope you're right," I said, sighing. "He's got football practice tonight, and I'm afraid that if I leave him alone with Melody she will end up being forgotten about or used as a football. I mean, yes, she may be a fake baby, but that doesn't mean that he can just treat her like a doll, even if she is one."
"So why don't you just go to football practice with him?" Trish suggested.
"I am. I'm going to watch him practice and then he will keep Melody afterwards until tomorrow. Then I'll keep her until the day after that; Friday, and then on Saturday Austin will-" Trish cut me off.
"Woah, Ally, I didn't ask for the whole schedule."
"Sorry..." I muttered. "I'm just trying to remember it just incase Austin doesn't."
"Why don't you just write it down?" she asked me.
"I will when I get home," I answered. Right then, Melody started crying. "But now, I have to see what's wrong with Melody," I stated, placing the baby carrier down and taking Melody out of it, rocking her in my arms. That seemed to do the trick, as she stopped crying instantly.
"Aw, she was just a little lonely," Trish said with a smile.
"Yeah..." I said, softly.
I hurried outside and sat down on the bleachers, as I watched the school's football team practice. Melody was sound asleep in her carrier, meaning that I got a bit of peace and quiet for a while.
"Hey Ally!" Austin called, loudly.
I looked down at Melody, making sure that the noise didn't wake her up, before I turned towards Austin. "What?"
He jogged over to me. "You don't have to stay here y'know."
"And what about Melody? You're meant to be looking after her," I stated.
"Yeah, you can just leave her on the bench. I'll keep an eye on her," he answered.
"No way," I said.
"Fine, whatever," Austin mumbled, rolling his eyes, before running back to his teammates.
I sat there for another half an hour, before Austin came over again. "I'll just go and get changed and then I'll take Melody."
"Okay, I'll wait by the changing rooms then," I said, picking up Melody's baby carrier and standing up.
"Okay, cool," Austin replied, before walking off to get changed.
I followed him slowly, deciding to take my time. Once I got inside, I waited outside of the changing rooms for Austin.
"Hey," Austin said, as he walked out of the changing rooms after 5 minutes.
"That was quick," I stated, standing up properly instead of leaning against the wall like I was before.
"It doesn't take that long getting changed," he chuckled, taking Melody's carrier from my grasp.
"Do you promise that you will take care of her and not mess around?" I asked him, raising my eyebrows.
"Yes," he answered. "Look, it may seem like I don't care about grades, but to be honest, I kind of want to do well in school. But I just don't see the point in having to raise a fake baby for a few weeks."
"The point is to see how well we work together and to see how we cope as parents," I responded.
"How do you know all of this stuff?" he questioned.
"It's pretty simple stuff to know really," I replied. "Plus, while you talked to your friends during the latter part of the lesson, I actually listened to Mrs. Anderson explaining to us what the point of the project is," I added.
"Oh," is all Austin said. "Well, I better go."
"Me too." I looked down at Melody. "Be good," I said, firmly, even though she was a doll.
Austin chuckled, "Okay, well, bye." He walked down the hallway and out of the school doors with Melody's carrier in his right hand.
I watched him walk away, slightly smiling.
Maybe Trish was right, maybe he would surprise me after all.
Footnote: Okay, so what do you think? Good? Bad? It will get longer, I just need to see how popular it is first before I start writing really long chapters. This was kind of like a tester chapter to see whether you want me to continue! If you do want me to continue, please review! Oh, and favourite/follow the story as well if you enjoyed the first chapter!
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