An/: I hope you all don't mind but I used the basis of a sex scene from another fic I wrote for this fic because of timing issues but what the fuck right, you can't plagiarise your own work :D Enjoy Auslly fans...
The Ridiculous, Unwritten Rules of Highschool
An Austin & Ally FanFiction
Chapter 1
Beep, beep, beep!
A low groan was heard from among a tangle of twisted bed sheets, from somewhere below the crumpled up mass, a reluctant arm was stretched out towards the bedside table. The person's hand proceeded to slam down on to their alarm clock, silencing the noise which could only be described as an unwanted, annoying reminder of the day ahead. Just like any other dreaded Monday morning...it was time for school.
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Ally Dawson reluctantly sat up and ran her fingers, tipped with chipped, black nail polish through her unruly mass of caramel-brown curls. After rubbing her face, removing the sleep from her eyes, she gazed around her small bedroom...it was exactly as she had left it last night. Clothes were strewn about the floor, study guides and class notes covered her desk and in the corner of her room the vinyl that she had fallen asleep listening to last night was left spinning on the turntable. The muffled crackle that was made by the speakers was comforting but nevertheless Ally stumbled out of bed, stretching in the process before turning it off.
After stumbling over to her desk she began to rummage around for a specific piece of crumpled up paper. Eventually seeing it wedged between her psychology text and her laptop, she grabbed it and left her room for breakfast.
Downstairs her father was sat at the kitchen counter, pouring himself a steaming cup of black coffee, just like any other morning.
Ally's P.O.V.
"Morning, sweetheart. Coffee?"
"Do you even have to ask, dad?" I smiled, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. Dad passed over my regular morning pick-me-up in a mug that he always insisted that I used. It was the one I'd made in kindergarten for fathers' day before I'd ever experienced the joys of Arts & Crafts Camp. The horribly made and messily painted mug with the wonky handle was as ugly as the things it reminded me of. It was just one of the many things in my regular, day-to-day life that made me think of people that I had no interest in acknowledging. Like most dads, he was totally oblivious to any hints I may have made regarding my hatred for the clay item but I loved him anyway and I eventually just learned to live with the thing...to Lester Dawson, the grotesque piece of crockery was a sweet memento of his only daughter's childhood. "Thank you." I said politely through a tight lipped smile and sipped the hot drink nevertheless. "Dad, will you sign this?" I asked as I slid the crinkled piece of paper across the wooden surface towards him.
"What is it, sweetie?"
"It's a permission form for the museum trip next week." I explained for the hundredth time, through a yawn. "Ms. Mullens said it had to be returned today."
"Here." He said, returning the signed form to me. "You should go change or you'll miss the bus. I'm going to get the paper and then I'm off to Sonic Boom."
"Yeah." I nodded and went back upstairs to get ready for school, taking the ugly mug with me.
