Author's Note: Woo hoo! First chapter of a new story!
Thank you, Writer Fever, for saying I could use the idea and/or help you with it!
I do not own Double Take from Disney Channel's Original Comedy, Austin and Ally.
So, I hope y'all enjoy this chapter! More will come soon, I promise!
Wow, that's a lot of exclamation points.
Enjoy!
"But mom!" I cried. "I don't want to live in Miami!" My mother shook her head. "Austin Shor Moon, we are moving whether you like it or not," she told me, then smiled and ruffled my hair. "Why do you not want to move, anyways?" I looked at the red guitar hanging on the wall. "Because I'm not allowed to bring it," I murmured. My mom looked at me sadly. "Sweetie, your father and I will buy you a new guitar when we get to Miami," she assured me. "Besides, that one's pretty old." I sighed and ascended the stairs. One step, two steps, three steps. I went to my room and fell on top of my fluffy comforter. The real reason I didn't want to move to Miami was because I hated females- well, except my mom, of course, because she's, well, my mom. And my best friend, Patricia, who was really only my friend because she, aside from my mom, supported my dream of becoming a famous star. All the girls in Chicago knew to leave me alone. But in Miami, nobody would know that. Nobody would leave me alone.
We got to Miami at 12:00 P.M. The sun was shining and clouds were drifting across the pale blue sky. "That's the mall," my dad said, pointing. "Oh, look, a music store!" I put my forehead on the window and gasped as I saw a large store called, "The Sonic Boom." My dad smiled at me. "We'll go buy you a new guitar," he said. He walked me into the Sonic Boom and I noticed a girl standing in front of the cash register, writing in a leather-bound book. My palms started sweating. My face started burning. I nervously walked up to her. I was taller than the girl, maybe by... a good half foot? I didn't know why I was so nervous. "Um... H-hi," I said. Was I nervous? Austin Moon NEVER gets nervous. The girl looked up from her book, closed it quickly, smiled, and said, "Hi. My name's Ally. How can I help you?" My palms were sweating even more. "Um.. H-hi al-Ally," I said. "Where are your gu-guitars?" The girl smiles and pointed near the back of the room. "Right over there," she said, pointing near the back of the room. A man, whom I took to be her dad, walked up to me. "Hello, lad," he said in a cheerful tone. "Can I help you?" I nodded. "Can I have that red guitar?" He nodded. "It won't be cheap, though," he said. "350 bucks." I stared at him. "What!" I exclaimed. The girl, Ally, turned around. "Hey, dad- that's my guitar!" she yelled. "You wanted to borrow it, and I agreed, but... I never said you could sell it!" The man looked at the brunette and sighed. "You're right," he said. He took it off the shelf and gave it to Ally. She snapped her fingers. "Hey, what's-your-name, come over here," she ordered me. I walked over to the girl and she gave me the guitar. "There," she said. "Free of charge." The dad gaped in awe. "Ally!" he yelled. "Dad, it's my guitar," she replied calmly. Then she got up and said, "Can I take a break?" Her dad sighed and nodded. Ally hugged him and hopped up the stairs. I looked around to make sure no one was following me, and then walked up the stairs.
Flip a switch Get it right Show 'em how it's done Free it up No matter how you dress that song, Girl, you know you got a number one Go with it You got 'em where you want 'em Drop the beat They need to hear your sound Play it up It's comin' down to you right now They wanna know, know, know Your name, name, name They want the girl, girl, girl With game, game, game And when they look, look, look Your way, way, way You're gonna make, (make) make, (make) make 'em do a double take Make 'em do a double take
Turn on the lightnin'
Ally was singing! I opened the door a bit more and poked my head in. Unfortunately, Ally saw me.
"What's-Your-Name!" she yelled. "Austin," I replied. "Well, Austin," she said, "Did you not see the KEEP OUT sign?" I shook my head. "Nope!" I yelled. All pushed me. "Oh, just go," she said.
As my parents drove me to our new house, I thought about how I said I hated all girls, and I always would.
But not Ally. I men, she's Ally- the only exception.