Hellooo! So this is my first Austin and Ally story. I have written/ am writing other stories for House of Anubis and The Hunger Games so feel free to check them out. Originally, I wrote the first chapter (a.k.a this chapter) of this story for an English lesson a couple of years ago with no relation whatsoever to Austin and Ally but recently I decided that I would turn it into a story for them! Let me know what you guys think by reviewing, favouriting or following! :D
The Willow Tree:
The first time I met him was a warm summer's day. I was sixteen. Dad had asked me to take the dog for a walk, and as I had nothing better to do, I half-heartedly agreed. I put on my brand new pair of shorts with a plain tank top, nothing too special, brushed my curly brown hair and jogged with Cinnamon to the park just down the road. I loved that park. My family used to visit it everyday in the summer - it was so beautiful. There was a pond right in the middle where I would paddle with my mum and dad. In the winter, we used to throw sticks onto it to see if the ice would break revealing the cold, flowing water. To the right of the pond was a large oak tree. It was always full of kids climbing on it. There was also a tire swing attached to one of the taller, stronger branches. Surrounding the park was an old wooden fence. It had been there as long as I could remember but it had always managed to look brand new.
Although everything about the park was special to me, there was one thing in particular that I loved the most - the giant willow tree that towered over a single bench. The willow tree always seemed magical to me. Trying to escape the green and sometimes pink leaves had been my favourite game. But the willow tree wasn't just magical it was romantic too. The bench was where my dad met my mum, got engaged to her, and sadly three years ago - mourned for the loss of her. Yeah that's right, my mum's dead. She developed a brain tumour and they couldn't make her better. After the death, something changed within dad. He became so protective over me and hardly let me go anywhere alone. He would sit around the house in the same spot every time, mum's old armchair. Every time I saw him he was always either sitting in the chair or standing up gazing at it. Eventually, we bought a music shop called Sonic Boom and began running that together, that began to take his mind off of mum. But anyway, this isn't his life story.
I was just about to get up to walk Cinnamon back home when I bumped into something. Unfortunately, the force of the collision was so powerful enough that I got knocked over onto the floor. My hands broke my fall but a stray stone made sure that I got a nice, long cut down my palm. It stung like hell. With my face and hand both flushing red, I stumbled up feeling embarrassed. I mumbled an apology and looked up at whom I had stumbled into. I couldn't help but let out a small gasp. It was a boy of about my age, sixteen maybe seventeen. His hair was a bleached blonde colour with bits of brown here and there and it flopped just the right way over his evenly shaped face. His eyes contrasted with his hair, they were a brilliant hazel colour and were a slight oval shape - they made me melt on the inside. He had beautiful lips that looked so gentle and soft. I couldn't help but stare at him.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there," he spoke, his voice sounding heavenly, "Are you alright? Oh god – look at your hand. Here let me help you with that."
As he reached out to place his tender hand on mine, I managed to conjure up the power to speak again.
"Oh no it's ok. Sorry about that." I could feel my face warming and turning red.
"Let me help, I insist. It was my fault anyway; I should have been looking where I was going."
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a plaster the perfect size. I was pulled over to the fountains where the boy held my hand under the running water to clear it. He then applied the plaster so gently but firmly at the same time.
"Thanks. " I mumbled.
He smiled down at me, "You're welcome. I'm Austin by the way."
Austin – that was such a perfect name for such a perfect boy I thought not realizing I was slipping into daydream state of mind. I didn't realise how much time I'd spent thinking about Austin until he started to laugh at me.
"Don't you speak? What's your name?"
Once again I could feel my face reddening at this,
"Oh sorry – I'm Ally. Nice to meet you Austin." I said smiling back up at his mesmerizing hazel eyes.
"Ally," he said slowly as if analysing it, then he gave a small smile, "I like it."
As soon as he said that my heart was filled with butterflies just like my stomach.
We went back over to the bench and started to talk. It felt amazing talking to him. The words just poured out of my mouth and it was as if we had known each other for years.
"You like music?" he questioned. I nodded, "I love music! I've always dreamed of performing on stage one day but my dad says that I have a zillion to one chance of making it in the business." I couldn't help but remember my dad saying something vaguely similar to that as well.
"Well, me and my dad, we own a music store at the mall. Sonic Boom? You should come down sometime and you know – see the – see the," I started panicking; I was never any good at talking to people – especially boys. "See the cash till!"
Austin gave me a quizzical look as I mentally face-palmed myself. 'Really?' I thought, 'Out of all the things you could have said, you choose the cash till!'
"Um yeah sure I would love to see the cash till." He replied smiling and we both started laughing at my complete and utter idiocy.
"So what school do you go to?" Austin eventually asked me.
"Well I was at St. Theresa's but I just transferred to Highwood School for Girls"
"No way! I go to the boys' school opposite Highwood!" he seemed really excited at this and I found myself feeling the same way.
"Well then Austin," I started, "It looks like we'll be seeing much more of each other."
He nodded in a pleased manner. I carried on smiling, probably looking like an idiot, until I looked at my watch. We had been talking for nearly three hours! Dad would probably be entering stage one of complete freak-out.
"Austin I'm really sorry but I have to go. I'll see you around though?" I was a little disappointed to be leaving him so soon.
"Oh I suppose yeah. But just incase," he pulled out a piece of paper and started to write down something. "Here's my number. Call me sometime?" he asked hopefully.
"Sure!" I breathed. I actually couldn't believe what had just happened! I gave him a small wave and a smile, attached Cinnamon's lead and walked back home feeling as if I were on Cloud 9. Well that was until I actually arrived back and saw what was waiting for me.
"Allyson Amanda Dawson where have you been?" My dad screamed. Great, how was I going to get out of this? I mean I should be all right as long as dad doesn't find out about Austin.
"Well, you see I was walking Cinnamon and then I fell asleep on the bench and lost track of time." I gushed out.
"What happened to your hand then?" he asked pointing at the plaster, you could see some blood seeping through.
"Oh that, um I just fell over and cut my hand on the way home. Luckily an old man was there and he gave me this plaster." I was relieved; I had actually gotten away with it! Or at least I thought I had until,
"What's that piece of paper in your other hand?" he said snatching it from me. "Who is Austin and why does he want to you to call him please with 2 kisses?"
Only one word ran through my head that moment – crap.
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