AN: Hey, guys! This is a little story idea that popped into our heads while we were on a walk to the beach over the summer. It'll be on the short side; maybe ten or so chapters.
If you read our other story, I Think I've Said Too Much, you know that we are not extremely serious people. However, this one will probably be more serious.
So…
IMPORTANT INFO FOR THIS STORY!
Austin and Ally have both been signed to Starr records, but Austin writes his own songs. Also, Kira is not related to Jimmy in this fic.
Disclaimer: Flags are red,
CD's are purple.
We don't own Austin and Ally,
And We Don't Do Rhyming.
Accidentally in Love - chapter 1: Duets and Disguises
Third Person POV
The entire room was quiet as interviewer Helen Degenitals asked power couple Austin Moon and Ally Dawson how their relationship began.
Austin and Ally exchanged smiles, as if they were sharing an inside joke. It was a moment before Austin replied, "I have no idea."
Helen looked confused. "What do you mean by that?"
This time Ally responded with, "He means just that. Our relationship is very complicated, and it's the truth when we say that neither of us knows when it quite began."
Helen pressed further. "Well, you have to have met at some point. When did you meet?"
Austin and Ally shared their secretive smiles again. Austin raised his eyebrows, as if to say, "Do you want to start the story, or should I?" Ally caught the message, and smirked a little to indicate that she'd start the story. She sat back and re-crossed her legs, turning to Helen again, who looked just as mystified as the audience by the couple's silent language. Nonetheless, Ally began their tale with saying, "Well, Helen, it started about six months ago…"
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Flashback-ish type thingy
Ally's POV
Finally, I could start my new album! It had been forever since I started writing the songs, and it was about time that my producer, Jimmy Starr, noticed! He had just sent me an e-mail saying that he wanted me to come into the studio so we could talk about it. I thought, "Great! My fans will be so happy!" It had been forever since my fifth album came out, and they'd been getting restless.
Of course, when I go out in public, I need a disguise. So I pinned up my curly hair and placed a pin-straight brown wig over it. I then put in blue colored contacts so nobody could see my brown eyes, and I put non-prescription glasses over them. I then threw on comfortable clothes; a red tank top, some black jean shorts, and my favorite high tops. After grabbing my purse and giving my dog, June, a pat on the head, I was ready to lock up my house and head out.
I blasted the radio all the way to my record label's building, jamming out to some Macklemore. Like, Thrift Shop? *1 I still think that song is the catchiest thing ever! WHAT WHAT, WHAT, WHAT! Sorry, off topic.
Anyway, as soon as I got to the office where Jimmy's recording studio resided, I speed-walked towards the building, impatient to get to the meeting. I saw the paparazzi standing outside the door, impatient to get a sighting of a famous star. It's a good thing I disguised myself, then…
As I walked towards the door, I saw a guy with auburn, old-school Justin Beiber hair and blue-gray eyes going towards the door as well. As we both neared the door, he walked to open it.
"Wow, such a gentleman." I enthused, using a British accent to disguise my voice.
"My pleasure." He smiled, a country accent apparent. Maybe he's some up-and-rising star? I mused.
He walked in after me, walking down the hallway. We both reached the elevator, and I pressed the button to go up. Before either of us could say anything, the door slid open, revealing a little elevator.
As I stepped in, I politely inquired, "What floor?"
"Fifteen." He replied. As I punched the button, I responded with, "Really? Are you going to see Jimmy Starr too?"
"Why, yes I am!" He enthused, smiling at me. "Now, before I forget to ask; what's your name?"
"Well, my name's—" Just as I was about to tell him the name of my alter ego, Sarah Rolfe, the door slid open again, this time in the familiar hallway of Starr Record's office.
"Sorry, I have to go to the toilet."*2 I smiled. I hurried in the direction of the ladies' room.
"That's a mighty weird name," he joked lightly. "I was just headed in that direction too." As he went into the men's room, I went into the ladies' room, pulling off my wig, and pulling out my contacts and bobby pins. As soon as I got the last pin out, I walked out of the room, my extra contacts and wig stowed safely in my (rather large) purse.
As I walked out, a man walked out of the men's bathroom, a man who I recognized as none other than Austin Moon. Who could forget his trademark blonde hair and deep brown eyes? However, I saw something odd. He was wearing the same clothes as the country boy who had walked in there a few minutes ago. I saw him recognize me too, noticing that I wore the same clothes as the British socialite from earlier. It was then I knew what had happened: our disguises had been so good that we had fooled each other.
Austin seemed to realize this too, as he began laughing at the irony, and I laughed along with him. As the laughter died down, I held out my hand out for him to shake.
"I would've told you my name, but I believe you already know it." I joked lightly. It was true, though: we had always said hi at parties, and he'd been signed a few months before me.
"Same here." He chuckled, shaking my hand. With that over, we began the long walk to Jimmy's office, at the end of the hallway.
"So… Are you here to record?" I asked, trying to keep my tone friendly. Austin had several albums out, but he was also known for his dancing and acting. I had only guest starred in a few TV shows, but I knew that my agent was working out some movie auditions.
"No, actually. I have a meeting with Jimmy." Austin replied, keeping pace with me.
"That's weird… I have an appointment with Jimmy too." I frowned. "Do you think Jimmy accidentally double-booked us?"
"I wouldn't think so," Austin said, his voice suddenly overly snooty. "He doesn't double-book his favorite client!" He finished this with an overdramatic hair flip.
"I wouldn't go around saying cocky things like that. You'll get a big head." I smirked a little.
"Haha… you said cock." Austin laughed.
Did I mention that Austin was also known for his immaturity?
We both entered Jimmy's office waiting room, which consisted of some chairs, tables, and an annoying secretary named Cassidy.
"Do you have to sign in?" I inquired.
"No. I'm too fabulous to sign in!" Austin whipped his head around a few times for dramatic flourish, before faltering and stuttering out a, "Y-y-eah, but I, um, actually do have to sign in, so… Ladies first, though!"
I made my way to the desk, tapping it twice to let Cassidy know I was there. She sighed, not looking up from her computer to say, "What do you want?"
Rude… I grumbled inwardly. Outwardly, though, I just cleared my throat to let her know who it was.
Immediately, she looked up and blushed. "Oh, Ms. Dawson! Sorry, I just, um… Here, let me just tell Jimmy you're here." As Cassidy hit a button on the wall to tell Jimmy I was there, I tapped my foot impatiently. When she was done talking to the intercom, Cassidy craned her neck to look past me.
"Is Mr. Moon there, too?" She inquired, brow furrowing.
"Um, yes…" I trailed off, not knowing what else to say. Why does she want to know if Austin's here? I thought.
"Good! Mr. Starr said to send both of you in." She reported.
Both of us? Why would Jimmy want both of us? I didn't ask Cassidy this, of course; she would want to know why I was asking.
"Okay." I replied. I turned on my heel, walking to where Austin was standing awkwardly.
"He wants you to come in, too." I informed him.
"What? He wants both of us?" Austin frowned.
"Yeah, I don't know either. Let's just go, okay?" I sighed, annoyed. Why the heck was Jimmy pulling this? He's never double-booked me before, and I've been working for him since I was fifteen! I'm nineteen now, for all you information-obsessed people out there. (coughcoughSTALKERS!coughcough. What? Who said that? I definitely didn't!)
Austin and I walked to Jimmy's office in silence, both wondering what Jimmy was doing, sending us both in. I was still wondering that, in fact, when we arrived at Jimmy's office.
"Hey, Jimmy!" Austin cheerfully greeted.
"Hi, Jimmy." I mustered, trying to act like I wasn't still annoyed.
"Hello, you two." Jimmy said from behind his desk. "Why don't you two sit?"
"I call the bouncy chair!" Austin yelled, racing toward the cushiest armchair in Jimmy's office. What happened to all that chivalrous charm from earlier? He opens the door, he lets me sign in first, but when it comes to picking chairs, he HAS to go first. Of course, I didn't say that out loud. On the outside, I keep the good-girl charm that I'm trademarked for, but I can't resist saying snarky comments in my head.
I walked to the second-best seat in Jimmy's office, a relatively soft couch intended for two people. I tucked my legs under me, resting my elbows on my knees and my head in my hands. *2
"So, you guys are probably wondering why you're both here. You're probably annoyed, thinking I double-booked you two by accident." He began, folding his hands on his desk.
"Jimmy, you have proven time and time again that you can read my mind." I said, half joking and half serious.
"Well, that is not quite right. I did double-book you, but not by accident." He continued, eyes flickering between me and Austin.
What does he mean? What the heck is he saying? Questions overflowed my mind.
"Jimmy, drop the code. What are you saying?" Austin said, exasperated.
"Well, both of you asked for chances to record new albums." It didn't come as a surprise to me that Austin wanted to record something. He always was, whether it be with his family, with his girlfriend Kira, or by himself.
"Austin, I know that you asked to record something with Kira. And Ally, I know that you were planning to work on something with Elliot." Jimmy said, turning his eyes to me for a second. That much was true. Elliot and I have been dying to record some songs together. Elliot, if you are wondering, is my boyfriend of two years and counting.
"But, you both sent me lyrics and music sheets for the songs you wanted to sing. And I thought that Ally's voice range fit better for Austin's songs, and vice versa." Jimmy looked between the two of us nervously, awaiting our reactions.
With Austin? With AUSTIN?! I mean, sure Austin's a good singer, and sure, I think it could be cool to do a duet with him sometime, but I wrote those songs about Elliot, and I'm sure he wrote his songs about Kira. It would be all wrong if we did them together! His fans would think that he had broken up with Kira for me, and my fans would think that I broke up with Elliot for him! And, judging by his facial expressions, Austin was thinking almost the exact same thing.
The room was painfully quiet for what felt like ages. Finally, Austin spoke up. "Jimmy, don't get me wrong. I think Ally's very talented, and I'd love to work with her on something. But I wrote those songs intending for them to be for me and Kira, so I'd prefer if I could do them with her."
"Same with me and Elliot." I supported.
"I had a feeling you might say that." Jimmy sat back in his chair and sighed. "Guys, I know it's kind of an awkward situation, but could you give it a shot? If, just for one day, you could go in and record one or two songs, just to see what they sounded like, then I would be happy." He pleaded.
Austin and I locked eyes. I raised my eyebrows, essentially saying, "What's the worst that could happen? We might as well do it." And Austin must have agreed, because he turned back to Jimmy and said, "Okay, we'll do it."
AN: *1: Don't own this song.
*2: Before you guys get all pissed off and start yelling, "It's the loo, dummies!" Sunsets has to say this: A few years ago, I had a British counselor at my camp, and she told us they actually call it the toilet, so… POOP YOU!
*3: You know what I'm talking about, right? When you fold your legs under you so they're crisscross apple sauce, like they say in grade school?
Woah! This is way longer than we thought it'd be… Oh, well though. Hopefully it's enough to keep you guys occupied until the next installment.
So, with that being said… Review, little ducklings!
Luffles, Miranda and Sunsets (A.K.A. Munsets)