Hey my peeps! What's cracking? So…NEW STORY:) Im really, really, really excited about this one. I was driving home from Utah on my birthday, listening to Ross Lynch's "Heard It On The Radio" And had this crazy good idea. So I really hope you guys love it.

A few things you should be aware of: In this story, Austin became famous without Ally's help. (As in, she was never his songwriter, but he still became famous) Remember that! And yes, Dez will be in this story.

Enjoy my story! And don't forget to review! And spread the word that my new story is born! Read on my little ducklings! XoXoOx

-Musicmaniac2222

(Ally)

I hate a lot of things.

I hate when people eat in my god damn store. I hate when Trish forces me to the beach. I hate when people talk while they are chewing. I hate reality TV shows. I hate jeans. I hate when people bully me. I hate High-School. I hate a lot of things.

Until two months ago, during July.

Me and Trish where parked near the beach, sitting in her lime green, topless Rubicon. The sun was warm and we were eating cake batter ice cream, while listening to the sound of the waves, and the birds singing. The radio was blasting Cher Lloyd, and we would burst out laughing every time she made that awkward "Uh!" noise.

What seemed like a peaceful afternoon, two friends enjoying the hot air, and each other's stifle laughter, was disturbed by a distant rumble. Out of what seemed was nowhere, appeared a chalky white Escalade Limo. It thundered into a nearby parking spot, and then screeched to a halt. A channel of birds, sitting on the rickety old phone line, scattered by the sudden commotion.

At the same time, and Trish glanced at each other, both reading obscure expressions. "Who…" She paused, waiting for me to answer. I glanced from her, to the Limo before answering. "I don't know? Maybe someone just wanted to rent a Limo?" But really, I didn't have a clue. The once quiet, and tranquil beach, was now filling with curious teenagers, and wandering residents of Miami.

Trish glimpsed back over at me.I could see there was incite in her eyes."Um, im pretty sure that's not just someone." She repressed. I tried to muster up enthusiasm, but deep down, I felt a niggling sense of unrest.

I hated celebrities. To state that correctly, I still do.

I could already feel my annoyance groveling. I heard an inaudible click, and out of the corner of my vision, I could see a man in a brunet suit exit the car, and start walking towards the end of the limousine. We both turned our heads so we could see exactly who was exciting the limo.

The first thing I saw was a pair of Black and Red Cerca Hi-tops battering the pavement. And then a tall teenage boy, about our age, stepped out. He had Platinum, sandy blonde hair, and husky brown eyes.

At first, I didn't have a notion, as to who this guy was. But Trish started breathing down my neck about him. "That's Austin Moon!" She shrieked in my ear. She watched in awe, as he, and two bulky male men stepped out of the car, and into the blistering Florida sun.

No-one had to tell me. I could already tell I wasn't going to like this guy. He was a bad boy type.I could tell by his sunglasses, the way he tossed his golden hair, and how he totally distained his fans. This is exactly why I loath anyone famous.

They don't care about anyone's well being, but their own, and all they work for is money. Not they're fans.

I managed to give him an icy stare, before circling back to Trish. "We need to go." I inquired, using my sternest tone. She gawked at me. "Are you crazy?" She bellowed.

"Austin Moon is like, right there!" She indicated him, by pointing him out. I groaned. "I know. That's exactly why we need to leave." Giving her a final, I've-made-up-my-mind-we-are-leaving-right-now stare, I turned her key into the ignition, slanted my weight to a side, hit reverse and clutched the wheel from the passengers seat.

But Trish obviously didn't want to leave. She attempted to nudge my hands of the wheel, and we fighting over the wheel. "Ally, just a couple more minutes!" She demanded. "No! I don't want to be here anymore." I snapped back.

What neither of us realized, was that in the spance of our pointless arguing, her leg was hitting the gas pedal. I jolted the wheel to the right, and we backed right into blondies Escalade with a piercing smack.

Oh hell.

I heard Austin and His ogre's arguing with each other as they approached Trish's jeep. Trish and me exchanged uneasy looks, and I started chewing on a tuft of my hair. It was gross. I could still taste my shampoo.

"Excuse me?" I twisted to the side, and saw Austin Moon standing there, glaring at 's right folks. He doesn't bother to give Trish even as much as a side ways glance. Just me.

With someone I didn't know, or at least tolerated, I would have executed an innocent, "Oh my goodness! Was that you car?" Or at least a decent apology. But I wasn't in the mood to play nice.

"Can I help you with something?" I smirked at him. He looked at me disgusted, like I was meaty and rancid old man, with a bear gut, that could belch the ABC's.

"Um, yeah. You just hit my car. What the fuck? I already have to deal with dumb fan-girls like you every-day. Just trying not being so incredibly stupid, would you?" He spat. I gaped at him. I already knew he was a bad-boy, but I was appalled. Who addresses someone like that?

I noticed how the shore had gotten eerily quiet, and everyone was focused right at us. But I didn't care." You know what?" I flared. "Im sorry I ran into your precious little limousine. In-fact, im not. Im glad I did. You deserved it, you whiny brat. And for the record, Im no fan. And I don't know why anyone would be. Go to hell."

And with that I flipped him off, and motioned for Trish to hurry away, which she did readily. And with that, I left a paralyzed Austin Moon and an astounded Virginia Key Beach behind me, feeling wonderful.

And I hated Austin Shor Moon ever since. In fact, hate does not even describe for that miserable excuse for a popstar. And I pray I never have to encounter him again. Yeah.

I wish.

Well, there it is! I really hope you guys like it! And don't give up on me! More chapters are coming, and I have great plans for this story! It's going to be EPIC. And review, review, REVIEW:) Enjoy the start of school, or don't, if you don't want to. Just don't get left in a parking lot. Love:)

-Musicmaniac2222