I do not own Austin and Ally.

New chapter everyday for the next 25 days.

A cool draft of air whistles by, making the leaves shake and dance in excitement. This was unlike a certain adolescent brunet, who shivered in response, not expectant of the sudden surprise

The hot sun was beating down, warming the city and all of its inhabitants, but the heat was not welcome to the girl, who craved a larger extent of time in the teeth chattering cold. It was already December, but there was no sign in the temperature dropping any further.

Like any child, though she herself was no longer one, she wished to walk outside and be able to hear the loud crunching of ice under her feet as she desperately tried not to slip on her freshly covered driveway. But a dream like this was just her imagination at play, because here in the sunny city of Miami, a white Christmas would likely be evidence to the end of times.

Even though a tradition like this was impossible for this one hopeful teen, she still continued to do everything else that came along with the winter season that had nothing to do with the unreliable weather.

The winter spirit was like a fire that kept growing in her soul, and it seemed to be at the point where nothing could put it out.

The jolly sound of classic Carole's rang through the tiny house, as they had been nonstop for the past week, and will continue for the next fairly long period of time. It would have grown a nuisance to most people by now, but she enjoyed the uplifting melodies.

She stood on the tip of her toes as she reached out her arms to put a few more touches in her already very festive Christmas tree.

"25 days to go," she mumbled to herself as she slowly and carefully lowered down off the chair; she was rather short for her age.

She managed to take a few steps back, happily sighing as she was intent with her work, before another breeze drafted through the window. Though it was welcome with open arms, she still decided it was best to push down on the glass, sealing the nearby opening. She was wearing a thin short sleeve shirt and high waisted jean shorts, which did little to shield her from the short chilly waves of air.

A loud buzzing interrupted her precise decorating, clashing with the joyous holiday music. "Hello?" The teen asked after pressing the bright green button to accept. She also made a mental note to change her ringtone to something a little more seasonal.

"Ally sweetie," it was her mother, which shocked Ally, because she rarely called on a weekday. "Your father and I will not be able to make it home."

Ally's parents were in Africa. Penny, her mom, off getting inspiration for her new book, practically lived there now. Her dad went off to a business trip there. He usually never went that far before, but he hoped that spending more time with Penny could create a spark and they could get back together.

The thought was like trying to hit a tiny target from miles away, in pitch black; impossible. But Ally probably wished they would get back together more than anyone else; she was tired of her family being broken and just wanted everyone to be happy and get along.

"So I'm going to be left alone for Christmas?" Ally asked though she already knew the answer. This was not the first time she has been left alone for the holidays. This was possibly the first step to her parents getting back together and if that meant she had to be lonely on her all time favorite day of the year, then so be it.

"No, no! Of course not honey, I know how much you enjoy Christmas and I'm not going to make you be left alone and ruin your day!" Penny spoke cheerfully, even though you could still hear the guilt in her voice.

"No, I really don't mind. You guys stay there and have a great time," she interrupted, not wanting to ruin this perfect chance at a new beginning.

"I should have made myself clear," Penny hesitated, carefully picking out her words in an attempt not to tear down Ally's child-like spirit, "See, we will not be back until the day after Christmas, and your father and I have decided we do not want you to stay home alone for almost a month."

She was usually left alone for days on end, but her mother was right, she was never in an empty home for a straight month. She almost was, but her father always returned for a day before leaving again.

"We have decided you will stay with my high school friend and her family, the Moons." After hearing that she drowned out the rest of her mother' swords and focused all of her attention on trying to remember how she recognized the name.

In a failed attempt, Ally sighed and interrupted her mother's rambling about old high school memories. To Penny, it sounded rude, but in all honesty, Ally did not intend for it to. She was perfectly fine with visiting this family hey mother had spoken so highly if.

"Okay, I'll go," was all Ally said, because before she could get out another word, a loud shriek burst through the phone, sounding as if it could bust the speakers. Her mom could act more of a teenager than herself at times.

"Great, now pack your bags because they are picking you up in an hour. Oh, and bring a couple of jackets and thicker clothing. You will be staying in their cabin."

Colorful lights flicker off and sweet melodies fade away. Cliche singing snowmen have their switches flipped off, and cookies are stored for another day.

Hours of work to make the house glow, but only a few mere seconds to make it sleep again. The tree was left standing tall, but without the string lights shining it up, it did not spread near as much joy.

Clothing was rapidly folded and stuffed into a suit case, along with everyone else a girl needs to survive on for almost a month. She also decided it was best to slip on a pair of jeans.

Ally pressed her back against her door anxiously. Her mom had spoken so highly of Mimi throughout her life, so why was she so nervous about meeting her?

She was the reason Penny would say high school involved some if the best years of her life, which in turn, is reason why Ally was so excited for her first day of freshmen year. But that day, and all of the following school days that year was terrible.

Though she had lived in Miami for her entire life, that was the first year she went to public school. Her mother was so excited for Ally to go to the same high school she did, so Ally never spoke a word of what happened there. She was a senior now, so it's not like she has to suffer for much longer.

But the events she goes through in her own high school experience is probably why Ally had a great amount of doubt inside her. She wondered how such a perfect friend could exist without there being a catch.

But her thoughts could wonder no longer as a loud and very obnoxious honk rang through her ears. 'This is it,' Ally thought, gripping the handle of her large suitcase so tight that her knuckles began to turn white, "it's now or never."

With her free hand, she reached out to meet the cold metal. Pushing the door open , she made sure to put on her best smile, but it stick for very long.

She stared at the man sitting in the red convertible for a brief moment, his blonde hair messy as usual and arrogant hazel eyes focused on his phone.

"Austin," she mumbled harshly to herself, contemplating whether or not she should allow her feet to carry herself any further. Now she recognized the name, but she still secretly wished it was a different Moon. But she was able to come to a conclusion, against her better judgement, and approached the stationary vehicle.

"Dorkson," Austin sneered bitterly at the brunet, making a disgusted face, "what are you doing here!"

"I could ask you the same thing Moon!" Ally snapped, which actually was anything but normal for her, "this is, after all, my house."

Austin threw his head back, mumbling cuss words under his breath.

"You're Mimi's son?" Ally asked, interrupting Austin's rather immature moment of making the fact that her presence was annoying known.

He glared at her in a manner that basically read, 'duh!' and turned away to stare straight ahead avoiding eye contact once more, "just get in!"

Frustrated, she yanked on the car handle and practically threw her luggage in the back seat. She jumped in, slamming the door behind her.

The roaring of the engine returned, but before they pulled out of her driveway, Austin spoke up, "Just so you know, there will be no speaking during this car ride; I don't want to hear your pathetic voice. And no touching the radio; it's my baby, I pick the music."

He then quickly tapped a button to turn the radio on and dialed up the volume, before Ally could snap with a witty comment in response. She slouched down and stared ahead of her at her house that was slowly retreating from view, refusing to admit that her eyes were starting to sting.

Boy was this going to be a long month.