CHAPTER 1- Look who isn't dead! ME. Guess who got nominated for Homecoming queen at school? ME. Guess who's beating her head on a wall? That's right. It's ME.

I don't know WHERE this came from. But it just popped in my head. All this happens before Jimmy Starr came into the picture. So yeah.

Oh, and if any of you have read my Platypus Trouble's or Revenge on the Platypus stories, you'll recognize my main OC Olivia. I decided to bring her back for this story.

Yeah…I don't own Austin and Ally.

GENERAL POV

Austin yawned and stretched his arms high above his head, doing his best to keep from toppling off of the piano bench he was perched on.

The teenager glanced over sleepily at his music partner Ally, who had dozed off in a chair, her book in her hands and the pen in her fingers slipping to the floor even as Austin watched.

He just looked at her for a moment, a small smile on his face as he watched the girl sleep. She was just so gorgeous…

Austin quickly shook his head and stood up, checking the clock at his right and doing a double take.

"Yeesh," he muttered, seeing that the time was almost one am. He hadn't expected to be out that late…then again, he had dozed off with his forehead on the piano. Hence the piano key shaped marks on his forehead.

Austin pulled a throw blanket from a shelf and tenderly covered Ally with it. He gently started tugging the book from her hands, only to have her scare him half to death by muttering, "Don't touch my book."

He chuckled, left the book where it was, and jotted a quick note down to Ally that he had left, so that she wouldn't worry when she woke up and he wasn't in the room.

Austin tripped going down the stairs, almost falling on his face before he caught himself on the railing, groaning from the sudden weight thrown on his shoulder.

He slipped out of Sonic Boom, glancing over at the bike rack and cursing under his breath.

Great. Now he had to report a theft.

Austin shook his head and buried his hands under his arms, trying to warm them in the cool night air. He considered calling his parents to come get him, but one glance at his phone's dead battery destroyed that plan.

The young musician walked down the darkened streets quietly, only hearing or seeing the occasional car and person.

Austin turned carefully off the busier streets, breathing a sigh of quiet relief when his feet entered the suburbs. There was much less traffic here at this time of night, and considering that he was wearing a dark t-shirt and jeans, he felt a lot safer on these streets than the busy ones.

The boy tucked his hands into his back pockets and stared at the ground as he walked, contemplating the song that Ally had written.

It was a good song, but it was more suited for her tastes, considering that it was all about how she worried about the future.

Austin smiled thinly at the thought. He was worried about the future, too, of course. Who wasn't? But he wasn't quite as stuck on it as Ally, and even Dez and Trish seemed to be stuck on the future more than he.

The singer ran a hand through his hair, turning the corner and walking down the street silently. He glanced at a street sign briefly, noting that he was only a couple of blocks from his house.

Every light in every house was off, creating a dark and eerie feeling that reminded Austin of Halloween. Leaves slithered across the pavement at his feet, and something, probably a raccoon, rustled in the bushes nearby.

The wind blew a chilling breeze, and Austin shivered, wishing he had a jacket on this cold Saturday night…Sunday morning? He didn't know how to refer to it.

Austin sighed and turned yet another corner, hugging his arms and stepping off the curb without looking up.

A split second later, light blinded him and Austin's head whipped up.

He uttered one word as pain struck him full in the chest and he blacked out before he even hit the pavement. "Shit."

Austin groaned and sat up slowly, rubbing his head as gently as he could. "Yeesh. What hit me?" the boy muttered, glancing around and blinking in the early morning sunlight.

"Oh yeah," he whispered, rubbing his eyes. "A freaking car."

Austin pulled his head up, expecting to see himself all bloody and gross, but to his utter surprise, his body looked absolutely fine.

"Hey, are you ok?" came a soft, female voice.

Austin spun around to find a girl around his age standing in front of him.

Her hair was a dark blonde that was almost like a light brown. The slightly wavy hair filtered over her shoulders only by a few inches. She had on an immaculate white dress that had a pale pink belt buckled around it. She also had pale pink flats on her feet, a silver bracelet around her wrist, and silver angel earrings dangling from her earlobes.

As Austin stood up, he caught sight of her bright hazel eyes, and a silver cross necklace around her throat. A simple silver ring circled her head.

"I…yeah, I think so," he responded, realizing that he had been staring at her.

The boy finally got his feet under him, and he dusted off his white jeans carefully, his brain confused and uncertain.

"Who are you?" he asked the girl.

The teen slid over to him and cocked her head slightly, taking his elbow gently in her cold fingers. "My name's Olivia," she said, gently helping him sit down on the curb.

"I'm-"

Olivia cut him off. "I know who you are, silly. You're Austin Moon."

Austin nodded. Sometimes he forgot that he was an internet sensation. "Yeah. I…did you see who hit me?"

Olivia winced a little and sat down next to him. "Some drunk jerk in a blue pickup truck."

Austin jumped to his feet, feeling a little lightheaded as his memories of what had happened slowly came back. "Well, we have to go report this to someone! I could have been killed!"

Olivia flinched slightly, and as she tried to figure out how to respond, Austin glanced around slowly.

It was light out. Hadn't it been one am when he got hit?

Austin looked down at himself and had to take another look. He was wearing white jeans, a pale blue t-shirt, and cream jacket. His sneakers were pale blue with white trim. That definitely had not been what he was wearing when he had gotten hit.

He reached a hand up to rub his throat, and his fingers grasped a chain. Austin blinked and pulled the necklace out to study it.

He paled a little when he saw the Methodist cross around his neck, with the flame surrounding the cross. He had left that at home. So how…?

"Olivia?" he said softly.

The girl looked up, her eyes pained. "Yes, Austin?"

Austin gulped and caught his lip between his teeth. "What's going on?"

He didn't listen to her answer, instead looking around the area more carefully. A large group of people, an ambulance, and several police cars were situated at the end of the block.

Austin felt bile rise in his throat as he raced over to the group. Olivia quickly called out his name, but he ignored her completely, sliding through a gap in the people to the front of the crowd.

His heart rose to his throat, and it was at that point that Austin realized he hadn't heard his heart beating ever since he woke up.

He stumbled back out through-literally through-the people, practically falling onto his knees. He pressed his palms hard onto the cement under him, trying hard to control his breathing-and he wasn't even breathing!

Olivia knelt next to him and rubbed a hand gently over his back. "Austin."

Austin shuddered hard, suddenly hearing the yelling of "CLEAR!" and what sounded like a huge bug zapper from the gathering of people.

His throat clogged with tears as he pressed the palms of his hands to his eyes, trying to block out the sounds of the people nearby. "No. Olivia this is not happening. God, no. No, no, no."

"Austin," said Olivia softly, tears in her voice. "Please, you need to listen to me."

The boy wrapped his arms tightly around his body, suddenly feeling how very cold he was.

"Austin, I'm so sorry," whispered Olivia. "But you're…you're dead."

Sorry to have disappeared off the face of the earth, and then come back with a story like this. But I really enjoy this plot. (:

Don't expect constant updates; I'll try to post at least once a week, but my schedule is super loaded these days.

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