Hi. I'm back with another short story. I will be updating 'Troubles Happen to Like Innocence' real soon. This one's only going to have a few chapters so it won't take long.

I will continue only if you guys are interested. So please let me know if you are by reviewing. That's why this chapter is pretty short. The next one will be much longer.

I don't own Austin and Ally or anything you might find familiar. I just own the story line. Everything else is purely coincidental.

The bell chimed as a petite brunette cautiously walked into a tattoo parlor. The sign read 'CLOSED', but the brunette walked in anyway.

She was wearing a green framed name tag with a pink flower imprinted in the corner. 'Ally Dawson', the name tag said. She was also wearing a light blue short sleeved top that was tucked into a black skater skirt. And a black apron. The letters 'Dawson's Flowers' could be seen on her apron.

She thought walking in would be fine since she wasn't here for tattoos anyway. No. She was here for another reason.

Her mother wanted the seventeen year old to say hello to the shop that moved in next door and give them a gift. The gift was a simple flower basket with a card.

The brunette's eyes wandered around. Some posters and pictures with tattoo designs were hung on the wall. There was also a book with all the designs.

"Hello?" she called out. No answer. She couldn't help but sit at the table with the book of designs. After a few minutes of flipping through the illuminated pages, she looked up and squealed of shock.

A blonde haired guy with a few tattoos on his arms was sitting right across her. Correction, Muscular arms. The boy had messy blonde hair. His eyes were dark brown but they were easy to get lost into. She stared at the boy for who know how long until the boy spoke in a low voice, "Are you done?"

She jumped a bit at his voice. He chuckled quietly at this and smirked. "It's 7:34, darling. As much as I love pretty girls like you, the sign says 'CLOSED' which means you shouldn't be here." Ally's big eyes grew even bigger at his comment.

"Oh, ummm.. Yeah. I know. Just, needed, you know.." She cleared her throat and tried again. "I am the daughter of Penny Dawson, the owner of the flower shop next door, and my mom wanted to give you this." She quickly held the gift out at the handsome stranger the gift and looked down at her lap as fast as she could to hide her burning cheeks.

When she noticed the boy hasn't yet taken the gift out of her hands, she looked up slowly. The boy was just staring at her blank faced.

She stammered, "I'm sorry if you're mad about coming in to your shop early in the morning. I figured it would be okay, you know?" To her surprise, the boy started laughing.

Not at her. But she was still embarrassed and didn't quite know what to do. "Adorable." He muttered. If her cheeks were burning before, it was on fire at this point.

He took the basket slowly from her hand with his hand brushing hers ever so slightly. They both wondered if they just imagined the touch.

Deciding to play nice, he tried to save her from the embarrassment even though he was more than delighted at her actions. "I don't own this place, you know." he said. She looked up again.

"Oh, then did you sneak in here, too?" She said with a teasing smile. "No, I'm the son of the shop's owner." he replied with a crooked smile.

She wasn't very surprised. He looked around her age. "How old are you?" she wondered out loud.

His eyebrows rose in amusement. "Playing 21 questions now, are we?"

Ally rolled her eyes. "I'm eighteen" the boy replied to her previous question and asked, "You?"

Ally replied with, "Seventeen."

Hobbies?

What?

I thought we were playing 21 questions?

I just met you. Don't take this the wrong way but you're a stranger.

That's the point of the game...?

Fine, it's actually songwriting.

I'm into music too. But I can't write songs.

Favorite ice cream flavor?

Really? You're far too adorable for your own good. Vanilla, I guess.

'Nilla is great. Mine's Fruity Mint Swirl!

You keep getting more and more interesting. And does a pretty thing like you have a name?

...

Your name?

Oh! Ally Dawson.

"Ally." He tested her name out loud. "It suits you. Pretty."

"Oh my gosh," the girl muttered as she tried to hide her face.

"What's your name?" She shyly asked her new attractive acquaintance.

He opened his mouth to answer but the doorbell chimed for the second time that day. It was a man who looked to be in his forties. The man's eyes spotted her and he spoke in a gentle voice, "Hi, sweetie. You must be Ally. Call me Mike. Your mom talked about you yesterday while helping us with the move. Tell her I appreciated her help, will you?" Ally guessed the man was the owner of the 'Moon's Tattoos'. Austin's father.

"Of course."Ally answered. "I should be heading back anyway." With that, the brunette quietly stood up, straightened her skirt, and smiled slightly and waved good bye at the males.

Mike caught him with his hands in his pockets just staring at the door. Mike smiled knowingly but didn't say anything. Instead he said, "The breakfast's almost ready." and went upstairs.

In the corner of his eyes he saw the boy jump a bit and snap out of his thoughts.

Austin sighed. I didn't get to tell her my name. He chuckled silently.

The glass door swung open and created a slight breeze in the parlor. He looked up alarmed. A smirk soon replaced the shock look. "Couldn't wait to see me again?" he slyly drawled.

"You wish, Blondie." the brunette said slightly leaning on the doorway. "I just didn't catch your name, that's all." She mumbled.

"Austin, Austin Moon."

This turned out way worse than I thought it would. I guess writing with a headache wasn't a good idea.

Please check out my other story. Also could you guys recommend me some Austin and Ally fanfictions your own stories are fine too. It's not like I'm new to this fandom or anything, I just want a good read. Review?