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One Week Later

It had been one week since the family told Ross that he was enrolled in Los Angeles Community College. Ross had a feeling that this whole double life thing wasn't going to work long, if at all.

"Ross, get up, it's time to get up for school," Stormie said as she threw a pillow at Ross's head. Ross jolted awake and rubbed his eyes. "But it's 4:30 and school doesn't start until 7:30," Ross grumbled. "I know this. But you need to get made up," Stormie said. "What?" Ross asked confused.

"Your stylist has agreed to help transform you so your classmates won't be able to recognize you," Stormie explained. "Okay," Ross mumbled before yawning.

Ross stumbled down the stairs that lead to the basement where the band's stylist, Erin, was sat. She looked over and saw Ross stumbling towards the couch. "Good morning, Ross," she smiled as he sat down on the couch. "Morning," he mumbled. He was so tired that it ended up sounding like "Mmon."

She chuckled as Stormie came down with Ross's breakfast. "Ross, eat up now because once we're done creating a look for you, there won't be any time to eat," Stormie informed as she set a tray of food down on the coffee table for Ross. Ross slowly sat up and lazily began to nibble on a piece of turkey bacon.

Stormie chuckled. "My tired little baby," she teased as she pinched his cheek. Ross groaned impatiently, too lazy to tell her to stop. She chuckled before letting go of his cheek and kissing his head. He lazily smiled as she went back upstairs.

After Ross finally managed to wake up a bit and finish his breakfast, Erin began to work. "Alright, I think I have the perfect look for you," she said as she finished some work on her laptop. She showed Ross the edited picture of himself and his jaw dropped. "Whoa, I look totally unrecognizable!" he gasped.

"Alright, I know you hate wearing them, but for your disguise, I'm going to need you to wear your glasses instead of you wearing contacts," she admitted. Ross sighed sadly. "Why? I hate wearing them," Ross grumbled. "Because it'll help you become even more unrecognizable," she sighed impatiently, knowing he'd be difficult about it.

"Fine, I'll be right back," Ross grumbled before getting up and going upstairs.

"Alright Ross, you are done," she said. Ross turned his swivel chair to face the mirror. "Holy.. Shit.." Ross gasped. His facial features were almost unrecognizable, but his face didn't look covered in make-up. And to top it all off, he was wearing a black wig. Erin smiled proudly at her work. She picked up Ross's glasses case and pulled out his black glasses. "And for the final touch.." She reached her hands over and slid Ross's glasses onto his face.

"Whoa," Ross gasped. "Alright, now change," she said as she handed him random clothes. "Fine," Ross grumbled as he went into the bathroom.

Ross quickly stripped himself of his pajamas and began to dress himself in the clothes that Erin had pulled out for him. He put on a jean pattern button down shirt and he rolled the sleeves up to his elbows, a pair of tan jeans and a pair of black converse sneakers.

"Ready?" Erin asked. "Yup," Ross called as he threw his pajamas into the laundry basket. "Come on out, school starts in half an hour!" she said impatiently. "Alright, alright," Ross chuckled as he unlocked the door and turned the knob.

"Amazing!" she smiled as Ross turned around so she could see how the outfit looked. "I really hope this works," Erin sighed. "Me too," Ross agreed.

Ross walked into the large school and admired it. He hadn't been in a public school since he was in the fourth grade.

He wasn't watching where he was going and ended up colliding with another student. "Whoa," the other student gasped as he fell to the floor.

Ross groaned in pain as his head collided with the floor. Luckily the wig was put on really tight so it wouldn't fall off. He sat up and saw that the other boy hadn't sat up yet. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry, are you okay?" Ross asked as he knelt over the boy.

The boy slowly sat up and held his head. "Yeah, I'm fine," he assured. "I've never seen you around here before. Are you a freshman?" he asked. Ross nodded. "Cool, I'm Ellington, but most people just refer to me by my last name, which is Ratliff. I' a junior," the boy introduced. "So, what's your name?" Ratliff asked.

"My name?" Ross asked. Ratliff nodded. Oh shit! he thought to himself. He never thought of a fake name.

"Austin.. Moon," he said unsure. "Austin Moon.. Cool name," he said as he pat Ross on the back. Ross subtly sighed of relief. "Well it was nice meeting you, Austin. Maybe I'll see you around sometime," he said as he walked away.

"Austin Moon.. I think I can remember that," he whispered to himself as he began to walk to the principal's office so he can let her know the plan.

"Whoa, Ross. You look nothing like yourself," the principal said impressed as she admired the good job Erin did on the transformation. "Have you thought of a name to go by so the students won't know it's you?" the principal asked.

Fuck! What was the name? Ross thought to himself.

Austin Moon.. Cool name.

"Austin Moon," he remembered. The teacher nodded. "That's an interesting name. How'd you come up with it?" the teacher asked. "Well.. I kinda said the first thing that I could think of because on the way here, I bumped into a kid and he asked me my name," Ross explained.

"Alright, so I'll be sure to send an e-mail to the teachers and tell them your fake name," the principal said. "Thank you," Ross sighed of relief.

He actually had a chance at this whole normal life thing again.

So yeah, "Austin & Ally" doesn't exist in this story and Ross wears glasses/contacts in the story. And I have no idea if Los Angeles Community College is even a real place.. So just pretend it is.

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