Fix You: Chapter 1
Hola. One day as I listened to Fix You I came up with a brilliant Austin And Ally fanfic. Hope you enjoy This is an angry-Tilly-revenge-on-Ally story. Also it is an Austin and Ally lovefic. Don't like, don't read.
Ally's POV
I stood behind the counter, scribbling lyrics down on the yellow piece of paper. Not many words occupied it.
"Ally, duck!" I heard a voice cry from the other side of the room. I turned quickly to see a guitar flying right at my head. As I let out a shriek, covering my head, a figure ran in front of me and prevented the guitar to hit me.
I looked up from on the floor to see Austin holding the guitar and hovering over me.
"Are you okay?" he said with the same twinkle in his blue eyes.
Sure, you expect me to reply all lovey-dovey. I'm sorry but I'm not that kind of girl.
"Am I okay? You guys almost took of my head!" I hollered.
"You're welcome," Austin mumbled sarcastically.
"And don't even get me started with throwing objects in the store! How many times have I told you not to play Guitar-Catch in the store?" I snapped.
Austin looked down at his fingers, mouthing out numbers while putting his matching finger up. When his hands were all outstretched, he looked at me and said, "More than ten."
"I'm pretty sure she said it eight times," Dez corrected from across the room, holding up seven fingers.
I rolled my eyes and ignored Dez. "Can you at least try to be more careful?"
"I promise," Austin said, holding out his pinky.
I locked my pinky in his. "Keep it."
We unlocked when walking was heard from the front of the store.
"Guess who just got a job at Megaphone World?"
"Let me guess," Dez said holding his pointer finger up to his mouth. Trish Rodriguez, my best friend since kindergarten, sighed and rolled her eyes. "Ally! Congratulations on your new job!"
"It's me you doofus!" Trish snapped, placing the megaphone on the counter.
"Dez, if I have been here with you the whole time, how would I get a job at Megaphone World all the way across the mall" I wondered logically.
"Magic!" Dez suggested excitedly. Deciding to ignore the idiotic comment, I turned to Trish.
"How many times have I told Austin to not play Guitar Catch in the store?"
Trish looked at her hands and began counting slowly. "More than ten?"
I groaned as Trish walked behind the counter, opening her pink zebra computer. She began typing furiously as Austin and I began to argue.
"I told you over fifty!"
"Like I listen to you!"
"You should or this wouldn't have happened!"
"Maybe you should put up a sign then!"
"I don't think I need to put up a sign that says to not play Guitar Catch!"
"You should!"
"Should not!"
"Should!"
"Shouldn't!"
"GUYS!" Trish finally yelled.
"WHAT?" Austin and I yelled back in unison.
"Take a look at this," Trish said, motioning us over to her computer. Austin and I raced to Trish's side, pushing each other out of the way to get there.
"GUYS!" Trish yelled after war broke out between us again.
"Sorry," both of us mumbled, glaring at each other.
"Take a look at this email," Trish directed, scrolling up to a short message.
Revenge is sweet- literally. Sorry I have to take you down this way Ally Dawson, but I have no choice. Looks like I have to hurt your friends along with you.
-T
By the time I finished reading, I was having a panic attack.
"Ally!" Trish said, trying to calm me down
"Who is it from?" I murmured.
Austin quickly scrolled up before his face turning pale.
"Who is it from?" I snapped.
"Um…Tilly Thompson."
So is this a great commence to the story? By the way, this story isn't going to be like a Pretty Little Liars! And when Tilly said "hurt your friends" she didn't mean physically…or did she? REVIEW PLEASE! NEGATIVE OR POSITIVE (preferably positive but opinions are opinions).
