Hi guys! So this is my brand new story! I'm super excited and I hope you like it. So, ere are a few pointers:
1. Dallas and Austin are best friends
2. Ally's dad is never at home.
3. Ally is usually shy, but around some people she's naturally confident.
4. Dez doesn't exist.. (Sorry Dez fans!)
*Ally*
Earphones in, music blaring, that's how I like it. With my earphones in, my phone in my mouth (I know, right) and my suitcases and bags being hauled with me, I trudged up the stairs. I kicked my bedroom door open and dumped everything onto the floor. Great, I thought. A new city, a new school, a new home. I already miss New York. I sighed and flopped down onto my bed. I saw someone walk into my room and I yanked my earphones out of my ears.
"Yes?" I asked impatiently without looking at the person.
"Oh, I'm going off to that convention now, Als. I'll be back soon." I heard my father say.
I didn't reply. Why would I need to? He's always off somewhere, doing something. I sat up. I looked around me. Everything was unfamiliar. I began to unpack my clothes first. I pulled dress after dress, endlessly unpacking and packing clothes away. My shoes were no laughing matter either. It took me about three hours before I could even start on anything else.
Once everything was unpacked, I tried to take it all in. Sure, my new room looks amazing, but it will never be the same as my old one back in New York. Something smelled horrible. I sniffed around, but it was everywhere. "Wait.. It's me!" I said aloud. I wrinkled my face in disgust and made a beeline straight to the bathroom. The shower was hot. It felt good, really good. We had been on the road for a day and I hadn't been able to shower. The unpacking and carrying boxes didn't help either. I ran off into my bedroom, only draped in a freshly unpacked towel. I changed into a dress and boots and made my way out of the door. The new Sonic Boom was better, though. The old one was in a tiny shop, at least we can move in here. I ran down the stairs, down to the store and out through the front door. The warm breeze made my hair dance around. I walked through the mall, taking it all in. Man, this is so much better than New York! Ugh, I should stop contradicting myself.
I walked over to an ice cream parlor. "Hi, I'm Trish!" a short Latino girl said from behind the counter. "Ally," I smiled. Sure, I'm nervous around strangers, but I was actually fine around Trish.
"One scoop of chocolate ice-cream, please" I said.
"Wow, you're the person who has said please all day! How come I've never seen you here? You on vacation?" she asked as she scooped ice cream into a cone.
"Nah, I've just moved here," I said whilst looking at my iPhone.
"Oh, cool! Here, I'll show you around." Trish said as she passed me my ice cream and I payed her.
"But you're working-"
"It doesn't matter, I don't hold jobs for more than a few days anyways" Trish said nonchalantly. She grabbed me by the wrist and led me around the entire mall, describing every single thing in detail. I looked at my phone.
"It was great meeting you, but I've gotta go now.." I said and scurried back off to Sonic Boom, and, for the next few years, my home too. I unlocked the door. It wouldn't open at all. I grunted.
"Stupid damn doors!" I moaned aloud. I tugged on the door, the force sending me flying backwards into a passer-by. I quickly jumped up.
"S-sorry! The-the door-" I stammered only to be interrupted by the blonde guy.
"Be more careful next time." he warned and walked away. I saw a mob of girls following him, one blonde eventually latching onto him like a scantily clad barnacle, if that makes sense at all. I picked my phone up and walked inside and up the stairs. I walked into the living room.
"Who are you?" I asked, shocked.
"Dallas, I'm your nwighbour. I work at the cellphone accessory cart, too." The guy with floppy brown hair and a soft voice said.
"And you're here because-?" I asked.
"Your dad asked me to keep you company. He's uh, nice" Dallas replied.
"Yeah, but he isn't usually here, he doesn't care." I simply stated.
"Oh." was all that Dallas managed to say.
I strolled off into the kitchen. "Want some Coke?" I called. "I hope you mean the drink!" He laughed. I came back with two glasses. Dallas was looking at a photo album. "What's this?" he asked. I snatched the album away from him. "Uh, I don't know why that was there. Please tell me you didn't see-" I said before wincing. "Your baby photos?" Dallas finished the sentence and chuckled. "Come on, they're cute." he said.
"Like you." I said very quietly.
"What?" he asked, seeming confused.
"Nothing" I said too quickly.
The next day, at school
I walked into the large office. "Hi, I'm Ally Dawson. I just transferred here from New York" I said nervously.
The secretary suddenly piped up, "Ah! Ally! Here, honey, here's your gym kit, schedule, map and locker combination." I looked at her name tag; Mrs. Ryan. 'Thank you, ma'am!" I said as I quickly walked out of the office. Finding my locker was a huge task. I had to ask people where locker number 8 was. Nobody knew. As I walked through the crowded hallway, people stopped and looked at me. Silence. I was confused. I'm nothing special! Actually, back in New York,everyone told me that I'm ugly.
I finally found locker number 8, it was right next to the English classroom. I heard a bell ring loudly. I looked down at my map and schedule. "Ahh, Free lesson" I said to myself. I made my way to room 108 where the Free Lesson would be held (after getting lost and going into the wrong classrooms, of course!). I looked around the classroom. Woah, I thought. There were couches, tables and a vending machine. A vending machine? I saw Trish sitting on a couch so I made my way over to her.
"Hey Trish!" I said happily, "I never knew you came here" I added.
"Oh yeah! Hi Ally," Trish exclaimed and jumped up to hug me. She smiled and gestured for me to sit down too.
"This school is amazing!" I said excitedly.
Trish rolled her eyes playfully. She suddenly jumped up. I got up too.
"What's up?" I asked her. She looked mad and annoyed.
"Him." Trish snarled as a blonde guy came over to us. "What do you want, Austin?" Trish said his name as though it was poison.
"I came to see who the new chick was," Austin shrugged. I heard some girls sighing and swooning in the corner of the room.
"Ally. Ally Dawson. And you are?" I said monotonously.
"Austin. Oh, I thought you'd know me." he said.
"Nope." I said, still not caring or knowing.
"Famous internet sensation?" Austin informed me.
"Oh, I know you now, you were also rude to me yesterday." I said, remembering him. His name's Austin Moon, his songs have been top of the charts for 8 weeks now.
"Everyone does," Austin gloated.
"Wow, you don't sound like an egomaniac at all," I said sarcastically. "But I'm not gonna be fangirling over you because I don't care. You're just another person." I stated.
"You go girl!" Trish said to me. "Now, you, Austin.. You should just go." Trish said.
"Woah, what's up with you and Austin?" I asked.
"I don't like him. All of the girls fall for him, okay, he's famous, but whatever. He's a heart breaker, avoid him. I don't think he's ever really liked a girl. Ever." Trish ranted.
I wasn't shocked. He seemed like an idiot. I saw Dallas coming to us. Austin was still by us. Stubborn donkey, I thought. Dallas flipped his hair and more girls swooned.
"Yeah, that's Dallas. He's Austin's best friend. He's the good guy, girls love him. You don't have to avoid him. But, he hasn't dated or liked anyone for two years now." Trish whispered to me. I nodded.
Okay, so these must be the popular guys.
"Hey Ally" Dallas smiled.
"Wait- you know her?" Austin seemed shocked.
"Yeah, she's my neighbour. She's pretty cool," Dallas told Austin. Austin looked unimpressed, probably hoping Dallas would hate me too.
"Uh, guys, we're still here." Trish pointed out.
"Oh, sorry." Dallas apologized as the two of them walked off. Austin was flirting with a redhead, Dallas was just talking to his friends, brushing the girls off.
*Lunch
"I don't care, don't make me move if I don't wanna," I said, about to have a sip of my orange juice.
"It's my seat!" a blonde whined.
"Listen, Ally, we should just let them go." Trish whispered. I shook my head.
I looked at the group standing before us; Dallas, Austin, Blonde bimbo #1, fake blonde bimbo 32, redhead and black haired girl.
"Whatever, I don't care. Move." I said, not bothered, not caring.
The blonde girl took my juice out of my hand.
"What the firetruck do you think you're doing?" I spat out.
"This, my name's Katy by the way." she said before squeezing the juice all over the front of my dress.
The one day I choose to wear a white dress, I thought. I stood up.
"I'm not moving. Go away, little girl. Your orange juice tricks don't scare me." I said.
"Uh, Ally," Trish poked me and I turned to her, "Your dress is going see through.." she said quietly, but Katy heard.
"Aw, I can see your bra, what a shame," Katy said, pretending to pout.
"Enough, Katy." Dallas said to her.
"At least I don't stuff mine with tissues, hon." I said.
The whole cafeteria turned to us, encircling us so that they could see the scene unfold. Austin wrapped his arm around Katy and said,
"Move now. Or else."
"Or else what?" I said, standing my ground. Trish fiddled with her muffin wrapper, not sure what to do.
"Austin, don't." I heard Dallas say in a low voice.
Austin reached for my tray to mess my food all over me. I stiffly held onto the tray and shoved it in his direction. My smoked chicken salad and dressing went all over his clothes as he fell back.
"Go." I said adamantly.
They began to walk away when Dallas came up to me. He took his jacket off.
'Here," he said softly.
"Th-thanks," I said and put his jacket on.
Boy, was this dress clinging to me.
"No problem. Anything for a friend," he said and smiled.
I heard a few 'aww's' from the crowd. I sat back down next to Trish. "Girl, you've got nerve.." she said proudly.
"Nah, I just don't give in easily." I said and chuckled.
...
I walked back through the mall to get back to Sonic Boom. I walked into the store.
"Hey dad," I said as I tossed my bag onto the floor behind the counter.
"Hey, Als," he said, distracted by a customer. There must have been about fifty people in the store.
I walked over to the practice room (open to customers) and closed the door behind me. I leaned against the door and sighed. I suddenly had a really bad stomach cramp. I hate being a girl.
I looked up again.
I rubbed my eyes.
What?
No. No. NO.
I didn't even make a noise. I just stood there, holding onto the door handle.
Hey there! I hope you liked it! This was just an introduction to my silly little story. I hope it goes somewhere further in the future. I know it was short :(
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