Okay so this is my first fan fiction so please don't judge too harshly; She was told it was a blessing, she was told it was a beautiful thing. But she, Ally Dawson saw it as a curse, a curse she could tell no one about!

Austin M & Ally D – Rated T – Romance/Supernatural

So here is my first chapter. This is basically an intro, describing a bit about the two main characters. It is a little dull but most first chapters are. Sadly I do not own Austin and Ally. I do own the plot line though

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Chapter 1: Don't You Ever Knock?

She was lying on her oak wood bed, gazing up at the white ceiling. She longed to be outside, just too walk or lie there in the peace of the open world. She felt trapped in these four walls painted in atlantic blue. She had tried to decorate it as peaceful looking as possible. But one thing was missing, the sound of the ocean crashing in a rush against the sand, the sound of the wind as it rushed through her ears. Those were the vital ingredients which she dearly needed in making this claustrophobic room more like the freedom of the ocean which she craved. The noise was all that was missing. She felt like a prisoner in her own home. But then again, it was never really a home too Ally Dawson, her home was freedom, and she never felt free indoors. She longed to soar out of her open window and glide through the overcast sky. But it was raining, and she could not be outdoors when it rained, it wasn't safe. It could reveal everything they have been trying to keep hidden all these years.

"How's my favourite song writer this fine morn?" Interrupted her blonde rockstar, bursting through her unlocked door, which she now regretted not locking. Of course she loved Austin (in a friendly way) but he could interrupt at the most annoying times. Not that she was doing much, she was only thinking. But the real her, the true Ally Dawson liked being on her own from time to time.

"Austin, I'm your only song writer so you can't exactly have a favourite." Ally replied rolling her eyes at the tall blonde in front of her. "And don't you ever knock? I could have been changing." She sighed, slightly aggravated whilst she stood up and walked towards the blonde who had less than a minute ago interrupted her thoughts.

"How do you know that you are my only song writer?" He received an eye roll and a slight slap on his upper arm for this comment, but it didn't faze him. "And besides, I know you change in the bathroom ever since ..." She immediately flushed red at the memory ..., Austin had walked in at a surprisingly early hour, and Ally who had not been expecting anyone, was changing. He hadn't seen anything too bad but he had caught her in her bra and underwear. It had been enough for her to yell at him though and even though she had told him to never come in without knocking first, he still did, so she now changed in her bathroom.

"Did you have to bring that up Austin?" She moaned, annoyed that he had bought up the still awkward subject.

"Well .., I enjoyed what I saw." He had the smuggest grin on his face and Ally slapped him around the head, not caring whether he was being sarcastic or not.

"Awwwwww, what was that for?"

"Isn't that obvious." She replied, a little coldly. He wasn't bothered, or didn't detect the coldness in her voice

"I was telling the truth, you're the one who likes honesty." She rolled her big brown eyes at the blonde for the third time already today and it wasn't even ten a clock in the morning yet. She shook her head and her hair bounced a little and settled back to resting on her shoulders and on her back. In his eyes (and many others) she was beautiful, her chocolate coloured wavy brown hair fell neatly around her face, she didn't even have to try and fix it in the mornings, it naturally fell into place. Her eyes matching her hair colour. The hot chocolate brown colour could make even the most untrustworthy of people trust just by glancing into them. And once you did gaze into her chocolate brown orbs, you were hooked, they could make you melt on the spot. Her pale and fair skin suited her features and her lips were redder than any rose, they were soft and juicy and Austin had had many fantasies of what it might be like to kiss those succulent lips. She was beautiful; there was no other way of describing her appearance other than beautiful.

Austin didn't have feelings for his best friend, but he couldn't deny that she was a very pretty girl. Like any teenage boy he had fantasies about girls, and he just so happened to have had a couple involving him and his best friend getting a little well... over friendly I suppose you could say. A part of him would love to put those fantasies into reality, but having her as a girlfriend would risk everything, and he didn't want that.

'If it's not broke don't fix it' were the distinct lyrics that popped into his mind whenever he thought that.

Of course she also found him attractive. He was tall and skinny but had muscles in the right places and solid abs. His blonde hair would make him stand out in any crowd, it was short and ruffled, but if anything it made him look hotter. His hazel eyes gave away any sort of emotion even if his body language didn't show it and when any girl looked him in the eyes their insides would turn too goo. He didn't have to try very hard at all to get a girl to fall for him, and boy did he know it. He could be very cocky and she often wondered how his ego could fit inside his head. But, she was one of the lucky girls who got to see his sweet, sensitive and caring side and it easily balanced out his overlarge ego and cocky nature.

Like him, she would never want to be anything more than a best friend. Sure, maybe one day in the future it would be interesting to see what might happen if they were ever something more. That would only ever happen though if he felt the same and Austin was always chasing after blonde bombshells rather than boring brunettes. But, for now she was just happy that someone as sweet and caring as Austin Moon was in her life.

Unlike him, she had another reason for not wanting a romantic relationship with him. A reason she could never tell anyone. It could expose her; it would not be safe for her or her family. She knew that they were already too close, maybe even closer than her and Trish. The thought of getting too close to anyone scared her, but getting too close to Austin Moon terrified her.

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So I know that chapter 1 was fairly dull but I just wanted some sort of intro. Just give me some time; the story will hopefully come to life soon. R&R will be much appreciated and I gladly welcome plaudits and constructive criticism. Please don't be mean, just tell me how to improve. Also if there are any questions don't be afraid to ask.

- 'If it's not broke don't fix it' are the lyrics from 'Not A Love Song' a song sung by Ross Lynch. This lyric is in the full song. I do not own Not A Love Song.

- AllItTakesIsASmile