[Ally just needs that last little push to be famous, and Austin offers to be her 'boyfriend'. They didn't really anticipate the fact that they would hate each other. As they continue to fake-date, they'll learn that neither of them are being honest.]
Pairing: Austin x Ally
Word Count (for chapter): 570+
Warnings: Cussing… I think that's it. There might be some sexual innuendos, but there will be no lemons of any sort. That is NOT May's thing. Maybe trigger warnings for people with bad home lives, flashbacks of verbal abuse/maybe physical. May is here if anyone needs to talk!
Disclaimer: I don't own PJO. However, I do own Clint. And I own the plot. Yeah.
A/N: His eyes are blue. I know that they are not supposed to be. It's part of the plot, my friends.

[Prologue]

Ally hadn't agreed to this.

Seriously.

Most people would kill to even fake-date the Austin Moon.

But not her.

In fact, Ally had met him once, back when she was a fan of his, and not an up-and-coming star. When she'd met him, he was rude, cocky, and just a bit too selfish for her liking.

But, Ally guesses that doesn't really explain why she was sitting petulantly in her manager's office, glaring holes in the wall while she waited for him to arrive. It was all Stan, her oh-so-gracious manager's idea. Ally was so, so close to making it in Hollywood. She had all the necessary components, according to him.

"Baby, you've got it all! The looks, the teenage innocence, the hit single… All you need is that little push, maybe a little drama to get you in the tabloids!"

And she agreed because, well, what could go wrong with a little, tiny, itty-bitty smidgen of drama?

Except, it wasn't tiny at all.

Austin Moon was a huge problem.

He was deemed as the 'sexiest guy alive', and he was entirely too self-confident for his own good. Austin lacked the innocence Ally seemed to possess.

Emphasis on the seemed.

Ally's life isn't as easy or great as it appears, with a mother who's constantly missing, and a father who never cared. The only thing that got her through was singing and writing lyrics. It was an outlet of sorts. She'd started performing at the coffee shop she got minimum wage at, somehow developing a fan base and attracting the attention of important people.

In short, Ally was discovered.

And now, she was wishing she could take everything back – every song she had sung, everything that had ever happened to get her to where she was now. She'd tried to convince Stan that she could write another song, or start a random rumor, but he was determined. Apparently, Austin agreed whole-heartedly and with much enthusiasm. Well, for having such 'enthusiasm', he sure was running late.

As if summoned by her thoughts, he burst through the door at that exact moment. Ally took in his appearance for a second, noticing that his clothes were wrinkled and quite obviously pulled on in a hurry. So now, he was late, and not a single effort to look decent was made.

Yet, she couldn't help but notice the way his simple white v-neck shirt clung to his abdomen the slightest bit, proving that there were, in fact, muscles there. His jeans were lying low on his hips, but not to where it looked trashy. Windblown hair stuck up in a few different directions, but it looked intentional. Ally couldn't help but feel a nervous flutter; her celebrity crush from a few years ago standing in front of her. Even though he wasn't trying, Austin managed to look great. Ally sighed in annoyance as her eyes strayed from examining him to his blue eyes.

He was staring right at her with that damn smirk.

Every good thought she'd just had about him was ripped from her mind and she scowled. "You're late."

Austin shrugged carelessly and fell into the seat next to her. "You can never be too late for love, babe."

And, Ally supposes, that's what started it all.