Austin

Looking at the children playing in the sand, the happy faces, especially those happy with the service that I have gave them, makes me not feel like a complete failure.

I know what you are thinking,

"But you're Austin Moon!"

"The famous pop star!"

But just so you're aware, even people who are famous, make mistakes too.

You must have heard about my background from someone, a magazine, or possibly the web. But they're wrong. The media only gives you interviews, pictures, and facts. They don't give you the real thing. They don't give you the real me.

You see, the media doesn't want negativity in their articles. So if you are famous, and have a problem, keep it to yourself. Even if the media doesn't like negativity, or bad reviews, they are insanely nosy.

But throughout this story, you will eventually find out the real me. The problems I face, and the love I share.

Ally giggles as I whisper a joke in her ear. I don't know if you know Ally, that's a stupid question, you have to know Ally.

She is my song writer, and she is fairly good at it since most of them have become hit singles. And as you see in the magazines, she is also my girlfriend. You might be shocked hearing this but I never said that I loved her.

Let that sink in for a few moments.

Yes, in the magazines there are plenty of articles that claim that what we have is 'true love'. But, if it's true love, why is it that when I'm with her, I don't feel those fireworks or sparks that people in 'true love' say they get?

Of course everyone would go mad if 'Miami's cutest couple' breaks up. We've been dating for about a year and yeah, she's a great girl. Pretty, nice, a bookworm, overall a soft-hearted girl. I like her a lot.

I wouldn't say it's true love though.

Little did I know, my true love was next to me throughout my whole childhood.

"I'll let you get back to work now, okay?" Ally kisses my cheek and smiles.

I grin back. "Yeah, I'll see you later at Sonic Boom."

When Ally leaves, I continue watching everyone, having a great time at the beach. I don't really know why I work here. I have enough money as it is, being famous and all. But I don't want to be one of those famous pop stars who only cares about the money.

Money is important, but it's not the only thing people should worry about.

You have a whole life in front of you, why not live it?

My thoughts get interrupted when I get pulled into a strong embrace.

"Hi Austin!" A cheery voice says. I know that voice very well.

No one other except my best friend Dez Fisher.

"Hey buddy." We do our handshake.

Dez has been my best friend since God knows how long. Maybe kindergarten? Preschool?

He is a great guy. He is eighteen, like me, works at a smoothie shop in the Miami Mall, and hangs with Ally, her friend Trish, and I.

During our younger school years, Dez got bullied often. He was always so sad, and became distant from me for awhile. Eventually, he seemed like his old usual self, but I know he would always be traumatized by it. Dez isn't stupid. He acts it. That's something he would never tell me, and to this day, I still feel guilty by being a bystander and not helping him.

But there is something that I hate when I hang out with Dez. His girlfriend Carrie. She acts like she is stupid too, or maybe she really is. But anyway, she is always with him and it's so annoying. She's so clingy and I just want to tell her to back the fuck off cause Dez is mine.

I'm happy for him though, honestly.

Later on, I would understand why I had this hatred towards Carrie.

You see, if the media found out, hell would break loose.

Authors Note-

hey guys! how do you like this story so far? I will try to update future chapters as soon as I can. I also have some Deztin fanfictions on WattPad. Check them out! normanreedusxo and koolkat5. Reviews and comments welcome :)