A/N so here it is, my new story 'Where the Pasture Ends.' This story is completely AU and Ally is very OOC, as well as Dez but everybody else will be mostly in character as they are in the show expect Austin on certain things. I've been really obsessed with Footloose lately and so that movie has a pretty big influence on the story, especially with some future chapters. You will notice I do not name the town Ally and Lester move to in this first chapter, and that's mainly because I want to introduce the town itself in another chapter.
Alrighty I think that's a long enough A/N so here we go…
Disclaimer: I do not own Austin & Ally or anything else you might recognize.
She stares out the car window, her face pressed against the glass. Her fingers absentmindedly draw circles on her bare leg where her shorts don't cover. Letting out a sigh, her lips curve into a small smile for the first time in a week as she draws on the window where her breath fogged up the glass.
Currently she's not the happiest of people. Not even a week ago, she had been told the awful news that she would be moving out of state. To a place she never wished to see again.
No more Miami, Florida for Ally Dawson. She's moving to North Carolina. She's moving to her past.
It's her worse nightmare. All the memories she had forgotten. Had blocked out of her mind. She didn't want to remember them.
Her mind keeps flashing back to when her father Lester told her they were moving.
"Hey Ally." He says as she walks into Sonic Boom their music store. "We need to talk."
She looks at her dad with curiosity not quite sure what he's up to, but obeys and walks over to him. "What's up dad?" she asks hopping onto the counter.
"Your attitude is what's up." He tells her bluntly.
To say her jaw dropped would not be an understatement. Sure she knew her attitude wasn't the greatest and could use so adjustment, but she never thought her dad would say anything about it.
"What about my attitude?" she snapped, rolling her eyes knowing exactly what her father was talking about.
"This attitude you got when your mom passed." She winced as he spoke of her mother passing. She'd prefer not to talk about it. "Ally, we're fixing this attitude and I know exactly how."
She raises and eyebrow, and fakes a yawn while looking at her nails. Obviously not wanting to have this conversation. Honestly she's a bit scared of what her father's about to say, he usually is never hard on her, so this is most definitely different.
"We're moving." He states.
"What the hel-" she starts only to be cut off.
"Out of state."
"What about the store?" she asks.
"Honey, I'm moving the store out of state. We're going home."
She looks at him in confusion, and gives an awkward chuckle. But her eyes are wide and panicked. Slowly she starts backing away, her hand flying to her mouth.
"No!" she shouts her voice ridged. "No, I'm not going back to that hell hole!"
But here she is now. In the car five minutes away from their destination. She's been trying to think back when they lived here before, but she can't remember for the life of her.
They're driving down a road, and she actually recognizes it. It's the exact road they used to live on. There's anywhere between an acre or more of land between all the houses, and she smiles slightly because the houses aren't placed right on top of the other like in her old development.
Closing her eyes, she tries to focus on a memory of anything from living here, but all she can remember is she loved living around farms. She loved seeing nothing but acres and acres of pastures, not being able to see where the pasture ends.
She opens her eyes, and is once again looking out the window. But now she has a smile across her face. All she sees is farmland, and it reminds her of her mother. But for once, it's not a bad memory like what she usually has.
It's a good memory, of when she and her mother would just sit in an open field all day, and do nothing but lie out in the sun and cloud watch. But then she's frowning again. She misses her mother.
Focusing once again on what's outside the window, she spots a farm. It seems familiar? But she can't quite figure out why.
She spots somebody outside. He's throwing a frisbee to his dog. From what she can tell he can't be any older than her. The sun bounces off his blonde hair, and she sees him laughing and she can tell he has a beautiful smile.
The muscles in his arm, flex as he tosses the frisbee once again, and oh my god she's swooning over a boy she's never met. But man, does she want to meet him and his cutoff plaid shirt, and oh those jeans that fit his butt just perfectly from what she can see. And damn those cowboy boots he's wearing. Maybe, moving back won't be such a bad thing.
Soon enough she's broken out of her trance of staring at the boy, as her father turns into the driveway of the house across the road from where the boy is. She recognizes the house almost immediately, and she isn't sure why this memory floods her mind so quickly.
And then it hits her. It's their house. The house she lived in till she was eight. But that's all she can remember about the house, and the area.
"Ally, we're here." She hears her dad say.
Nodding she opens her door, and gets out of the car. Looking over her shoulder she sees the blonde boy, had stopped throwing the frisbee, and froze looking over at her car.
He's a good while away so she can't make out his facial features to see his reaction, but she thinks he looks shocked? Before she can over think his staring too much, he drops the frisbee and runs inside his house.
"Ally?" her father questions coming up beside her.
"Huh?" she says coming out of her daze, causing her father to chuckle.
"Come on, let's go inside, and unpack everything. And then tomorrow I want to take you to see somebody."
They're walking across the street to the house next door with the farm where Ally had seen the blonde boy. She's not entirely sure why, her father just told her he wanted to go see the neighbors. He probably knows them from when he was in high school or something.
She's absentmindedly picking at her nails as her father knocks on the door. She notices a monogrammed 'M' on the front door, so she guesses the family's last name starts with an 'M.'
They hear a muffled 'Hang on!' from behind the door, and Ally pulls her skirt up a little to make it appear shorter because that voice obviously belonged to a teenage male. Now Ally wasn't a slut, whore whatever you wanna call it, but she was most definitely a flirt when it comes to the opposite sex.
She'd never admit it, but even though she was one of the most popular girls at her school in Miami, she's barely even kissed by a guy. But she sure could fake it like she's been really kissed when any of her friends asked. It's all about of the attitude.
A few seconds later the door opens revealing the blonde she had seen outside. Smirking, she eyes him up and down bluntly checking him out. His plaid cutoff shirt is now unbuttoned and his hair is wet, so he's obviously had a shower
"Hey, can I help y'all?" he asks his southern accent coming through.
She can't figure out why, but this seems so familiar to her. This house does. Surely it's just because it's just across the street from her old house that she's living in again apparently.
"Is your dad here?" she hears her father respond, and sees the nameless boy nod and then go off somewhere.
Soon enough the boy's back, this time with a man she presumes is his father. They look alike she muses. Expect the older male's hair is grey, while the younger's is bright blonde.
She sees her father and the older man greet each other, before doing what could be considered a manly hug. She stands there awkwardly for a moment still picking at her nails, before she turns to the blonde.
"Hi, I'm Ally." She says stretching her hand out. "Obviously our fathers must know each other."
He looks at her questioningly, but shakes her hand anyways. "Wait, don't you re-" and before he finishes his sentence his father is whispering something in his ear, to which whatever he had said shocked him as his jaw dropped, and he looked slightly hurt?
"Austin." He responds as he lets go of her hand. And then he turns to his dad the same hurt expression on his face. "Hey, dad I'm gonna go brush Sadie."
She watches as he walks off towards where the barn must be? And notices he's kicking the ground, he definitely seems upset for some reason. But why was it he suddenly seemed upset when she introduced herself?
Does he not want to know her? She inwardly scoffs. Everybody wants to know Ally Dawson.
"Hey, Ally why don't you go with Austin so I can talk to Mike here." She hears her father and then she actually scoffs, but walks where she saw Austin walk off anyways.
She spots him a few yards away, but instead of brushing whoever Sadie was like he told his dad –who's apparently named Mike- he would be doing, he's stacking bales of hay. From what she can tell he's muttering stuff under his breath to himself and is fairly upset.
Ignoring how his muscles flex every time he grabs the hay and throws it on the stack, she walks over to him. She awkwardly coughs trying to get his attention, but is ignored.
"You know this isn't what you told your dad you'd be doing?" she asks rhetorically.
"Oh really sweetheart?" he says turning around sarcasm dripping from his voice. "I thought that I was brushing a horse right now."
She raises an eyebrow, and places her hands on her hips and just stares him down with a glare that could kill. Ignoring the glare he goes into the barn grabs a brush and stars brushing the mane of a tall brown and white horse.
"Okay, farm boy what is your problem?"
He scoffs, "Nothing that concerns you."
Rolling her eyes she walks off, back across the street to her house. And has her dad asks where she's going; she just ignores him and continues walking. She swings the front door open, only to slam it back closed.
Never, never has anybody ever treated her like that. He couldn't even answer her simple question of what his problem was. And yet this 'problem' only appeared after she introduced herself and that didn't make any sense to her.
Walking into her room she strips off her shirt immediately, and grabs an old hoodie. The hoodie was her dad's, it was big and comfy. She much preferred it over the tight skirts and dresses she wears everyday. Sliding off her skirt, she grabs some yoga shorts and slips them on as well.
Going into her bathroom, she pulls her hair up into a ponytail, and washes her face free of makeup. Taking out her contacts, she grabs her glasses and puts them on and then looks at herself.
Not once has ever not liked her own reflection. But for some reason, she doesn't find herself liking it so much right now. She knows she needs to work on her attitude, but she just hasn't ever been able to change it for some reason, and she's not sure why.
Sighs and shaking her head, she walks into her grabs her book and then goes outside to sit on the front porch. She looks subconsciously over to where she knows the barn across the street is and spots Austin.
Instead of brushing the horse –Sadie is her name she thinks, if she heard Austin correctly- he's riding her. And he's smiling again.
She smiles slightly at the sight. He obviously enjoys being around his family's animals. But then she's confused once again, as soon as she's gone he's perfectly fine and doesn't seem to be upset.
He just met her, and he already hates her. She's not sure why but she feels hurt knowing that he possibly hates her, and she doesn't even know anything about this boy other than his name is Austin and he lives next door.
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