New Romantics

Chapter One

We're all bored, we're all so tired of everything

The yawn slips out of her lips before she can even attempt to put a stop to it. This is what you get for staying up to watch one more episode of FRIENDS, Ally Dawson tells her self while flipping the page of the text-book that she was trying to read. As for the subject of the book, she wasn't sure because every word blurred together. Blah, blah, Biology. Blah, blah, History. Blah, blah, Literature. Learning used to be fun, at least before college.

Ally was a straight-A student, from Elementary to High School. She would've been valedictorian but stupid Elliot got a .5 of a better G.P.A. then her. Ally couldn't help that she didn't want to take AP Trigonometry. Who wants to take Trigonometry at all, especially AP. Elliot did, so Elliot got the position of valedictorian. Ally's still a little bitter about it.

The library is quiet, way quiet. It is a library after all, but Ally could use some noise. Noise used to bother her, it would mess up her focus on what ever task she needed to complete. Now, at her prime age of nineteen, she didn't mind some noise every once in a while.

If anyone looked over at the brunette, who had her face planted in the large text-book, they would presume that she was lost in the words of the book. That would be a lie, because Ally was asleep. Knocked out cold. Unlike the heat that had just hit the west coast.

Ally was originally from Miami, Florida. She ditched the heat of Miami for the even worse heat of California. The only reason she took the leap of moving over 2,000 miles by her self was simple, she got accepted to Stanford University. Her mom always wanted her to go there and that eventually led Ally to believe that she had to attend the prestigious school. Now, after being away from home for three months, Ally had a few regrets. But she would never, ever, let her mother find that out.

Stanford University was located near San Francisco and it's a very well known school. It offers many degrees in various things, such us education, medicine, and psychology which is what Ally was attempting to become.

Her head is resting in the spine of the book, a bit of drool manages to get on the white pages that were filled with black ink. That's what she gets for having to know whether Ross and Rachel were on a break or not at two in the morning. Ally always swore to her friends during sleep overs that she didn't snore. But, on the November after noon, a snore comes from the back table.

A blonde boy looks up from his own text-book when he hears the distant sound of snoring. The boy, Austin Moon, looks around the semi empty library for where the noise could be coming from. Once he spots the source, he's surprised by who it is.

Austin had seen the girl before. He wasn't sure what her name was, he didn't stalk her or anything. But she was in his Literature class. She always had on a nice dress and a cardigan. Her facial expressions ranged from bored, super bored, and very bored. Her smile, the little that he had seen of it, was very bright. If Austin was being cheesy, he would say that it blinded him.

He takes his attention back to the text-book, but stops when he hears the snore again. Austin starts to argue with him self. Should he wake up the girl from her peaceful slumber? Should he ignore it and keep studying his book? Or should he pack up his stuff and leave?

His decision is made when he hears her voice start to mumble incoherent things. Austin wouldn't want the girl to get in trouble for sleeping in the library, after all. So, as he shuts the cover of the book, puts the lid on his high lighter and pushes in the chair, he thinks over the possible things that could be said.

Austin was from California. His parents were only twenty miles away from the huge campus, most people would find it torture, but Austin didn't. He even went back home every weekend to work at the Mattress store that his parents had owned all his life.

The decision to attend Stanford was made as soon as Austin attended his first foot ball game when he was at the tender age of five. Five year old Austin had loved the energy of the campus and decided right then and there that he wanted to graduate from that very university.

Austin walks slowly to the table of the sleeping brunette, not wanting to wake her from, what seems to be, a peaceful sleep. Once at the table, Austin sets his stuff down before tapping her shoulder.

Ally doesn't do anything at first. In her head, she was still dreaming of the fruity mint swirl ice cream that she used to get with her dad on the board walk during the hot summer days.

Austin pokes her again, this time harder. Ally jerks a little, causing her book to lose its balance, which meant that her head also lost its balance.

"What the-" Ally starts to say before looking around at her surroundings. Now she remembers where she was. In the library, regretting her decisions from the night before. She must have fallen asleep with her book propped up and it must have moved somehow. Ally knows to never do that again.

Austin watches the girl stare out in to space, probably thinking. She must not notice him, because, when she turns her head towards Austin's direction, she screams.

"Ahhh, who are you?" Ally puts her hands on her chest to feel her heart rate that had increased a good bit.

In her three-month stay at the campus, she had yet to make a friend. Not one friend. Ally had no one to call when she didn't understand her homework. No one to ask out to get coffee at Starbucks. Absolutely no one. Not even her room-mate, Carrie, would talk to her for more than a second. The only reason the weird blonde did, was to ask if Ally could do her laundry. Did Ally say yes? Of course. Did Carrie become her friend? Of course not.

That's why Ally was shocked, and a little scared, to find a boy standing at her side.

Austin was taken back at Ally's reaction to finding him there. He didn't want to frighten the girl, that wasn't his intention at all.

Through out his whole life, Austin had always been bubbly. When he was in the first grade, his teacher told his parents that they could change his last name from 'Moon' to 'Sun' because he was bright like one. His laugh could brighten any room and it often did. He wasn't used to people not liking him because, not to brag, but what was there not to like.

"I'm sorry to frighten you. I'm Austin Moon, I saw you and I figured that you, well, you were sleeping, and yeah." Austin wasn't having his finest moment.

Ally stares at the blonde boy, who she recognizes from Literature class. He always sits in the front and raises his hand for every question. He reminds her of how she used to be.

Ally notices that the boy, Austin, has his hand extended out for Ally to shake. She wasn't going to do that. "Hi." She says, with a hint of grumpiness from being awoken from her sleep.

Ally ignores Austin's hand, turns around, grabs her book and purse, then gets up from the table. Austin gives the girl, who was still unnamed, a weird look. "I'm sorry if I made you mad, um, what's your name?"

Ally looks up to Austin's face. She notices his brown eyes and smile that seemed tattooed on to his face. "Ally." Ally wasn't sure why she was being so cold to the man who was just trying to be nice to her. Sometimes Ally had no control over how she would act in public. It was a switch that flipped in side of her. Once turned off, Ally sulked over her inability to be the nice, caring, lovable person that she knew she was, in public.

"Ally what?" Austin could tell that the girl, Ally, was being cold towards him. He accepted it. But, he still liked the smell of her hair and the soft features on her face.

"Dawson, Ally Dawson." She answers, because all she wanted to do was go back to her dorm room and sleep. "Now, if you would excuse me, Austin Moon, I need to go back to my dorm room to finish the dream that got interrupted."

Austin decides that it would be best not to argue, so he lets her go. As she walks past him, he gets a good waft of her perfume. Wow, he thinks, if he ever talks to her again, he was asking what perfume she uses.

A few hours later and Ally had yet to drift back to sleep. She's tried, she really has. But, no matter what position she was in on the twin size bed, her mind would not drift away to dream.

She gives up, and just in time for her phone to ring. Mother. Ally rolls her eyes because her mom always calls at the same time, every single day. "Hello, mother." Ally says in to her iPhone as she props her pillows up.

"Ally, it's so lovely to talk to you." Ally's mom, Penny, had attachment issues. Ally was an only child. Both Penny, and Ally's dad, Lester, wanted more children but, sadly, they couldn't conceive again. Which meant that they protected the one child they already had, with all their power. Lester wasn't as bad as Penny though.

Ally bites her lip before responding. "It's lovely to talk to you too, mother." When Ally was one, her first word wasn't mommy or daddy, no, it was mother and father. So, ever since, that's what she calls them. When she was little, every one found it adorable.

"How has your Saturday been?"

How has her Saturday been? Other than the fact that Ally fell asleep in the library, it was okay. Her mother didn't need to know about that. "It's been okay. I went to the library."

"Did you hang out with Emily today?" Ah, Emily. Ally made up the mythical Emily on the second week of school, when her mother had become suspicious that she hadn't made any friends yet. Are you sure that you're trying hard enough? Penny asked, pushing Ally over the edge. So far that she made up a nice girl named Emily, who was from the south and had a country twang in her voice. She was studying acting and liked to read Shakespeare in the park.

Penny bought it, "Oh, she sounds wonderful! I can't wait to meet her when I come up!" She had said over the phone. Luckily, Ally convinced Penny to not come up for visiting day because Ally was 'sick'. There could be a nice Emily somewhere at this big school, but she wasn't Ally's friend.

"Emily? Oh, Emily had to go back home for an emergency." Ally played with her Elephant pillow pet while trying to come up with more lies.

"Oh, why?" Her mom had to know everything.

Ally tried to find an excuse that would make Penny shut up. "Her family's cow just went into emergency labor." Ally nods her head along with the lie.

"Wow, give Emily my best when you talk to her, with you?"

"Will do, mother, will do."

Austin leaves the library a few minutes after Ally does. He makes his way to the Starbucks that was on Campus, to get coffee for the ride to his parent's house. After receiving a large black coffee, Austin makes his way to the car.

His parents bought him the red convertible when he graduated from high school back in May. When Austin first learned how to drive, he had to do it with his dad's old truck. So, he was still getting used to looking for the convertible when he was out and about.

The ride goes by fast, he listens to the radio. Not really listening because he had that girl stuck in his head. She was acting quite rude to him, but Austin ignores that part of the afternoon. He thinks about her hair that was slightly disheveled and the drool that was apparent on her face. Austin could tell, from the coldness she had towards him, that she didn't have a lot of friends and probably didn't get out often.

Once parked in the garage of his family home, Austin locks the car and makes his way to the side door that goes to the kitchen. When he enters the yellow painted room, Austin notices that his mother was mixing something in a bowl while silently humming to her self.

Austin moves his feet closer to where she stands. He reaches out his hand to touch her shoulder. Mimi, Austin's mother, jumps in surprise, almost dropping the bowl of dough. That was the second time in one day that Austin managed to catch a girl by surprise. "Austin! Why would you scare me like that?"

Mimi puts the bowl down on the counter to hit Austin in the shoulder with the drying towel. "I'm sorry," Austin says while throwing his hands up in surrender, "you don't have to hit me!"

"Yes, I do." Mimi continues to smack Austin with the towel until her arm grows tired.

Austin sits down on the stool across from where Mimi stands at the stove, about to put the bread in the oven. "Are you done now, mom?" Austin pops an M&M into his mouth.

"I guess, just never do that again. You could've been an axe murder or something. I'm too pretty to die, Austin Monica Moon." Mimi Moon was always one to joke around, especially with her only son's middle name.

"Hey, now," Austin starts to argue, "no reason to bring my horrid middle name in to this argument. Where's dad any way? Isn't he usually home by," He looks over at the clock that had cows on it, "seven?"

Mimi shuts the stove and starts to wash the dough that was on her hands. "Yes, but your sister had a sleep over last night and he had to pick her up after work."

Ah, Austin's little sister, Emma. Emma was at the wonderful age of ten. She thought that she was high and mighty since she was finally in the double digits. She idolized her big brother, Austin, so much, that she wanted to follow in his footsteps of going to Stanford.

"Ah, lovely Emma. How is my darling sister doing?" Austin missed his sister while he was at school, but Emma made it a priority to face time him every night.

"She's good, she got the lead in the fifth grade Thanksgiving play." Emma was in to being on stage, AKA, being the center of attention.

Austin smiles at his sister's accomplishments. "That's great."

After Mimi takes the bread out of the stove, Mike, Austin's dad, and Emma, come walking through the door. When Emma sees Austin setting the dining room table, she runs to him for a hug. "Austin! I missed you."

Austin hugs her back and says that he missed her too. After saying hello to his father, the whole family sits down around the table to eat the dinner that Mimi prepared. Chicken, home-made rolls, mashed potatoes, and corn on the cob, are passed around the table after saying grace.

"So, Austin," Mike starts to ask after taking a drink of his water, "how was class this week?"

Austin thinks about the previous week, but all that enters his mind is the girl that he met at the library. "It was good." He keeps his answer short while taking another bite of chicken.

"That's all you have to say?" Mimi asks because, usually, Austin had a lot to say about his week. "How's Dez?"

Austin met Dez in the first grade, when Dez moved to California from Florida. Dez had come to school wearing a super man cape and had his pet turtle on a leash, traveling behind him. While every other first grader in the class made fun of the eccentric red-head, Austin invited him to play super hero at recess, and to sit at his table during lunch. They've been best friends ever since.

"Good, he spent the night yesterday because his room-mate locked him out of the dorm again." Dez had been cursed with a mean guy who didn't like his crazy antics or his cu-cu clock that went off every hour. So, sometimes, David, the room-mate, would lock Dez out. Meaning that Dez would stay with Austin, who was blessed with a room to him self.

"It's terrible that his roommate is so mean." Mimi responds with her mothering tone. "What did you do today?"

Austin looks around the table at his family. His dad was trying to get the corn off of the cob while his sister was stuffing the buttered roll into her mouth. His mother stared at him with wide eyes, wanting to know everything. "I just went to the library." Austin can't help the blush that creeps on to his face. There was nothing to blush about from the library, but his face still turns red at the thought of the brunette.

"Austin's blushing!" Emma points to her older brother.

Both of his parents turn to look at their son's tomato colored face. "Yes he is. What happened, son?" Mike teases him.

Austin looks down at his plate and flips the blonde hair that got in his face away. "I just, there was a, well a girl at the library today." Austin was never one to stutter but he was also never one to talk to a girl often.

"A girl! Was she pretty?" His family continues to tease him.

"Maybe," Austin looks up from his plate. "she fell asleep and I woke her up. It was no big deal." He tries to recover.

"Then why are you blushing?"

Austin just takes a sip of his drink, trying to water down his embarrassment. He should've known not to tell his parents about it.

It didn't mean anything, did it? Austin shakes his head after putting the cup down, it meant nothing.

Well hello! This is my new story and I'm really excited for it! It's AU since Austin & Ally don't meet until college and they're not into music as much. There will be mentions of it of course because what's Austin & Ally without music, but it won't be the major theme.

The title, New Romantics and the lyric at the beginning, is a real song by Taylor Swift. This story was inspired by it.

I hope that you liked this and please leave a review on what you think :)

I do not own Austin & Ally, FRIENDS, the song New Romantics by Taylor Swift or anything else that I couldn't possibly own.