Hey Auslly shippers! I'm back again with a movie based story for you guys. The movie that this story is based on is one of my favorites, "Crimes Of Fashion". I love this movie!

Here's my first chapter!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN AUSTIN AND ALLY!

Austin's P.O.V

"We gather here today to remember and honor Lester Dawson..." The priest of the funeral began. I walk slowly by a rose bush and place a bouquet with a sound system attacked to it next to the roses. I sneeze and glance up to see a two men step out of a black car. They must be attending the funeral.

I glance at the ice cream truck I came here with to see my boss, Dez, taking pictures them and the funeral's surroundings from the window. I walk back to the truck and quickly enter.

"The microphone's all set, sir" I tell him.

Turn turns from his camera to look at me, "ah, good. Take over the camera"

He moves from the window as I take the camera off his hands to take over the picture taking. He sits by the computer with headphones on trying to listen into the conversations going on at the funeral.

When I took two pictures, I realized something, "um...sir? I've been doing some thinking and uh.."

He glances at me, "yah?" he urges me to continue.

"well since nobody knew what Lester Dawson looked like, how can we confirm that he died?" I ask

"You see that funeral?" he says and points out the window, "that's your confirmation. Now shut up, Austin! I'm trying to gather some information. Where's my pen?"

I frown, "I don't know"

I try to go back to taking pictures but while looking for his pen, he pushed a flower pot in front of my face and because of my allergies, I began to sneeze.

"Austin!" Dez says warningly

I sniff, "I-I'm sorry sir, it's because of my allergies"

Dez shushes me and begins to listen in on men in black's conversation.

"It's a sad day Georgie" One of the men says, "your boss...what can I say, was a father to organized crime"

My nose began to itch again and I let out a loud sneeze and then another, gaining the unwanted attention of the men in black but Dez and I did not notice.

Dez grabs my shoulders, "Austin, get yourself together, you'll give us away!"

We both glance out the window and see two men with black fedora's of their head walking up to our truck. We watch helplessly as one of them spray paint 'FBI' on our window as the other slits one of our tires.

"Great..." Dez says sarcastically, "Austin, your suspended"

I sigh, I knew it was coming. We go back to eaves dropping.

"So, tell me George, who takes over now that Lester's gone?" A man asks. I was about to sneeze again when Dez covers my mouth.

"Shhhh" he says

"Don't worry Dallas, we got somebody" Another man answers the question. This answer seems to anger the man by the name of Dallas.

He removes his sunglasses from his eyes, "You got somebody?"

The guys named George nods, "we got somebody" he confirms

This answer did not please Dallas as he flings the rose in is hand, scoffs, "this ain't over" he says and walks away "Come on, let's go" he calls his boys and they follow him to the car he came with.

Dez and I glance at each other, "looks like somebody's taking over in place of Lester. I didn't think they would replace him."

I nod, "they probably got themselves the toughest, meanest criminal they could find"

Ally's P.O.V

"So today, we'll learn about a performer's appearance and..."

I tune the teacher out as my eyes land on Elliot, they cutest guy in school. I chew the back of my pencil while staring dreamily at him. He notices me staring and winks at me. I didn't notice that the teacher had called on me until my friend, Trish tapped my shoulder.

I turn to her, "what?" I ask and that's when I notice everybody's eyes on me. I glance at the teacher and he takes off his glasses, "Mr. Walker...hi..." I says with a small wave.

"Yes, you chewing the pencil. Please stand when answering a question" he says, glaring at me. I quickly stood up from my seat, ignoring the chuckles and giggles coming from my fellow classmates.

"Who was the only female solo artist to have a #1 hit single without releasing an album?" He asks. I mumble an answer under my breath, "louder please, I can't hear you"

"Lisa Loeb. She had a number one hit with the song 'Stay'. It landed on her debut album 'Tail'" I answer louder.

"and what year did her single land in her album?" he challenges

"1995" I answer confidently

"Impressive, now if you would just put as much thought into your wardrobe as you do into your homework." He says. I frown and they class burst into laughter. Thankfully, the bell rings before I said something I would regret.

"Come ready tomorrow to discuss the creating of Rock music. I'll make prodigies out of you teenagers" Mr. Walker says.

When I leave the classroom, I begin to complain to Trish and Kira, "you know, it's really not fair. I spend every waking moment perfecting my songwriting for other people when I'm not working on 5 different committees or my part time job and they expect me to wear heels after that?! I'm a music prodigy not a fashion one."

"You know what, your right Ally" Kira agrees, "that isn't fair!"

I nod, "yeah, who really has time for their looks now-a-days?"

As it on cue, Cassidy walks right past us in her baby blue Prada woman suit.

"Well, she does" Trish says

"Her own design every single day, she's like a walking billboard!" I comment

"Well, what do you expect from a fashion prodigy?" Kira asks rhetorically, "I don't know how she does it!"

"I betcha she doesn't" Trish says. Kira and I look at her, "rumor is she's been secretly getting outside help"

I scoff, "What?!"

"It's an honest rumor, very scandalous" Trish says

Kira laughs, "It's official, I truly hate her!"

"I so do not believe that, I'm sorry" I tell them

"Hey Ally" I hear Cassidy call from up the stairs. I look up and there she is, "don't worry about what Mr. Walker said in class today" I smile, "maybe one day, plain and ugly will be in style" the smile immediately drops from my face and appears on hers.

"Hey, back off, Cassidy" Trish says

"Yeah, your just jealous" Kira follows

Cassidy scoffs, "here's a news flash ladies, the meek and the dorkie don't inherit the earth. The bold and the trendy do. That's why my new Cassidy wear will be the top brand while your music career goes down the drain because of you pathetic stage fright." She blows a kiss at us, smiles, and walks away.

I turn to Trish and Kira, "ok, now I hate her"

We giggle and continue our normal school day at Miami's School of All Arts.