Onlookers rolled their eyes as a tall blond boy stuck his head out of the skylight in a limo that was roaring past, his eyes lit up and grinning. He disappeared for a moment then returned, pulling a (somewhat-reluctant-looking) petite brown haired girl with him. He chuckled and wrapped his arms around her when the wind blew her hair all over and she tried to slip back down. When he stuck his arms up and yelled, the brunette laughed, a light airy sound.

It was December 31st, 2015. After Austin Moon's first album had ranked #1 on the top charts, he had waited till he graduated then moved to LA. After he moved to California with Ally, Dez and Trish they booked gigs all over America. They were finally living the dream. Austin was a singer, Dez worked on movies, and Trish dabbled with singing and acting. Ally remained his songwriter.


"It's unbelievable," The 20-year old says with a quick grin. "It feels like yesterday I was shooting videos in Miami. I'm finally living the dream, and I couldn't imagine being here today without the support of my best friends Dez and Trish, and my songwriter, Ally Dawson. She's awesome." The brunette, who accompanies Mr. Moon to all his interviews, laughs. The two banter back a forth for a few minutes. When asked for a quick interview, Miss Dawson declined, then reconsidered after talking to our superstar. "It's.. amazing. Truly. I couldn't imagine this any better. There isn't a day that goes by when I wonder what would have happened if I hadn't met Austin."


"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" The petite girl drops her bags, her eyes widening. Taking in her surroundings, she noticed a 'Happy 17th Ally' banner, that had crayon drawings of gingerbread men. Dez. The cash register counters had bowls of food and drinks spread on it.

There must have been 50 people here! Did she even know 50 people?

"Happy Birthday, Alls!" Her favourite blonde walked over and enveloped her in a hug.

"Who did this?" She asks.

"Me and Austin!" Dez says excitedly.

"No one tells me anything!" A short latina exclaims. When the trio turns to face her, she smiles and quickly grabs a package of plastic cups that had been nearby. "Happy Birthday Ally!" Ally laughs and hugs her friend.

The party was a blast. People danced, Austin had even sang a few songs. Dedicated to Ally, of course. Allyson Dawson had been chatting to her ex-crush, Dallas, when Austin grabbed her hand and pulled her up the stairs of Sonic Boom.

"Here." She sat down on the piano bench and he thrust a red velvet box in her hand.

"What is it?" She asked.

"Your present. Open it, Alls, Please?" He said, impatiently. She lifted the top of the box and saw a beautiful silver necklace, in the shape of a music note.

"Austin.." She said softly, tracing the necklace.

"Look at the back?" She sent a puzzled look his way before flipping over the charm.

There's no way I could make it without you. Love, Austin. A&A

"Do you like it? I can take it back, and get you something else, I just thought- Alls?" The girl looked at him with tears in her eyes. "Are you alright?!" He exclaimed, sitting down next to her. She threw her arms around his neck.

"Thank you. I love it. It's beautiful." She whispered, her voice choked from being on the verge of tears.

"I'm a nice guy," He joked.

"I love you," She said. The tall blonde stiffened slightly. "Am I gonna have to dye myself orange again, or..." He smiled sofly as she shook with gentle laugher then pulled away. "Not like that, Austin."

"As a friend?" She nodded.

He grinned that million dollar smile.

"Then I love you too."


"So. Austin, I'm just gonna go ahead and ask. Is there a girl in the picture?" The over-excited television host asks. The teenager laughs. "Nope. Not at the moment."

"None? I would've thought a superstar like you would have millions of girls dying to go out with you."

Austin grins crookedly. "There have been dates, but nothing too serious."

"We've heard that there have been some stories going around about you and your songwriter?"

"Ally?" He says, incredulously. "No. No way. We're just best friends."

"Just best friends," The host says, looking out at the audience. "I don't think we believe you, Austin. Do we?" There are boos heard among the crowd. The cameras flash to a pretty brunette standing at the edge of the stage. She squeaks, and darts back farther, out of sight.

The crowd chuckles goodheartedly, then starts chanting. "ALLY ALLY ALLY!"

"What do you think Austin, would Ally like to come out?"

"Bad idea. She has really bad stage fright."

"Oh, C'mon. ALLY, ALLY!" The fake host chants with the crowd.

"No, Really-" Austin begins, but he's cut off by a short latina with bushy hair marching out on stage, a firm grasp on the petite songwriter's arm.

Austin's manager takes his hands and puts them on Ally's shoulders, to keep her from running. She clips a microphone to Ally's skirt and ajusts the speaker to the edge of her collar. Then she marches off stage.

The stunned crowd cheers, and Ally's head flicks over to them. She freezes. Austin realizes what's happening and he takes her shoulders and sits her down on the white couch next to him.

"So. Ally, Austin. What exactly is going on between you two?" Austin looks to Ally, who is still frozen, looking at the crowd.

"First off, it's Austin and Ally. my name always comes first," There are laughs heard around the studio. "And secondly, nothing. We're just good friends. Right Alls?"

"I-Uh-" Ally, who had been nervously looking down and playing with the silver music note that hung from her neck- looked at him and snapped back to reality. "Right! Absolutely nothing going on between us."

The host yet again looked out to the crowd, who understood and booed again. Austin sighed.

Suprisingly it was Ally who jumped in. "We're just friends! I know, Everyone thinks we should have some fairytale ending, but we aren't together!"

"You two are saying nothing has ever happened? Ever?" "I-Austin?" Austin glanced at her. "Nothing." "Nothing?" "Exactly." "Could you tell us what was happening here?" The host asked, pointing to a picture on the screen.

It was of Austin and Ally on a park bench in Miami, laughing. Austin had his arm strewn carelessly across her shoulders, and she was pointing at something in the distance. They were close. It was, in short, a picture that could have been taken quite out of context.

Austin and Ally both jumped to defend their friendship. "There was a-" "It was just-

"Wait a minute, we have more!" The host exclaimed.

Austin and Ally's eyes followed her hand the screen yet again, as it flashed for pictures., Austin teaching Ally to rollerskate, her hand in his. ,Austin and Ally in a coffee shop, Austin reaching over her to get to the cinnamon. ,Austin and Ally at an event where Austin had been picking a piece of fluff out of her hair.

Ally feeding Austin a cookie, Austin picking Ally up and dropping her in the ocean, Austin and Ally playing frisbee with Dez and Trish- they had both run for the frisbee at the same time and Ally fell, he was helping her up, grinning but looking concerned at the same time.

Austin & Ally, Austin & Ally, Austin & Ally..

The screen went dark and the host turned to the pair.

"Anything else to say?" The host says smugly.

"I..." Austin began, looking helplessly at his best friend. Her hand was on her necklace, and she was staring at the floor again.

They were just close.

Right?


Hopefully you got that? The beginning/New York part was "The present" The rest was flashbacks into the past.

I'm actually pround of this. I wish it was was longer, but I do plan to continue! Review! It would mean the world to me! And don't you want to make my world? :P

I don't own A&A

(Oh, and any other title suggestions? I don't love this one..)