AUSTIN AND ALLY FANFICTION .
"SHOW OFF"
WRITTEN BY : MAY HICCKS :D
CHAPTER 1 .
"PROLOUGE ."
Austin's POV.
"You're not going to believe this!" I came inside Sonic Boom and layed the latest issue of a teen magazine in front of the desk, for Ally to see.
"Oh my God! Taylor Lautner's newest photoshoot?" she took the magazine and stared at the cover.
"What? No! It says right there in green letters: Dustin Star. The newest heartthrob?" I pointed at the picture of a brunnette guy with green eyes.
"Dustin Star? I never heard of him." she looked at the picture.
"Doesn't it almost sound like Austin Moon?"
"Austin, that doesn't mean he's trying to ruin your reputation." she sighed and gave the magazine back.
"Oh really? Check this out..." I opened the page and read out loud. "Dustin's newest song writer, Holly Dayson, are recording a new video every week for Dustin's fans to watch!"
"Holly what!" Ally took the magazine from me.
"This sounds too creepy." I stated.
"Guess who got a job at the book store!" Trish came in, wearing some nerdy glasses and holding a big false book. "It's a really nice job, actually."
"Congrats, Trish." Dez came inside holding a pickle.
"Don't talk to me." she quickly responded. "Austin, you didn't payed for that magazine."
"Here you go Ally, I bought you a pickle." Dez happily handed Ally her favorite snack.
"Trish, have you heard about this Dustin Star?" Ally asked, giving the magazine back to her friend.
"Oh my gosh, I love him! He's my new ringtone." Trish played a catchy song that sounded alot like "Break Down The Walls."
"You got to be kidding me!" I roared in desperation.
"Calm down, if it trully bothers you, maybe you should try to see this guy and talk about it." Trish shrugged. "I have to go guys, I left the store by itself for more than an hour, I wonder if anyone else decided to take free books or magazines." she left the store.
"Ally if you're not gonna eat your pickle, I'll eat it." Dez took a bite out of it.
"You know, thats actually not a bad idea." I nodded.
"I know, usually I don't like pickles very much." Dez continued.
"No, I meant, go see where this guy lives, and just go talk to him. I'm sure he'll know who I am, I mean, who doesn't know who I am?" I smiled.