Ally's POV
I, Ally Dawson was bored. For the first time in my life I didn't want to do homework or read. Trish was away in Mexico, so I couldn't call her for a girls day. I decided to just try and do my extra credit homework for chemistry. As I started clicking away on the keys of my computer, I wished that someone would call. I continued typing paragraph after paragraph of scientific nonsense. After I re-read it, I decided to delete the whole thing because it wasn't good enough for me. I had a burning hot sensation in my stomach that I just couldn't ignore. Maybe I was just hungry, I decided, and walked down the stairs from my room to the kitchen. On the tall silver refrigerator, I saw a neon yellow post-it note with what I recognized as my dad's cramped handwriting. Just as I reached to pull it off, it's non-sticky back gave away, and the small piece of paper fluttered down softly, right at my foot. I bent down to pick it up.
Hi honey,
I'm off to The Piccadilly Music Store Owners Convention, I'll be back in the week. Cash is in the cookie jar. Your mother is with me as well, two people get a discount!
P.S. Please don't eat too many pickles, they're starting to run up a bill on the grocery list.
Well, that was great, I thought I'm left with no parents, and I can't eat that many pickles! I shrugged, because this was usual in my family, and reached to open the refrigerator door. Just as I touched the door, my phone buzzed in the table, indicating that I had a new text message. I quickly opened the door, grabbed the giant jar of pickles, closed the door, and sat down. When I unlocked my phone, I found a message from Austin.
Bold-Austin/Italic-Ally
Can we meet at ur house to work on a new song?
Sure, come over in 15
K, c u then
Wait...did he just text me a smiley face!? Does that mean he has a crush on me like I do on him? Better not get too excited...I'm already beginning to think that the hot sensation in my stomach is not hunger for pickles, maybe it's for something else. I went upstairs, rushing to pick out a pair of red skinny jeans, a cute, loose floral top, and a pair of red wedges. As I put them on, I rushed to do my usual makeup of blush, mascara, and a touch of eyeliner and eyeshadow. Just as I finished, I heard the bell ring, and I knew it was Austin because it kept on ringing, like a child would do. As I opened it, my jaw dropped, and my eyes might have bulged.
This is my first fanfiction, but I won't post the next chapter until someone reviews or PMs me telling me what they think. I will also be happy to take story ideas.