DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN AUSTIN AND ALLY! If I did, I would probably writing the show instead of this story. Wait, I would still be writing this, I would just be writing something a wee bit more known across the world...

A/N: Thanks to all that told me that I should continue this story, it really does mean a lot to me! And sorry that I took like months to update!

ENJOY!


8:30 AM

16-year old Ally Dawson skipped happily down the staircase and into the preoccupied kitchen inside of her cute and cozy two-story house in Miami, Florida. She was greeted by a bright aroma of freshly made breakfast, most likely prepared by her father for the two before they start a long day of work at the family business, the 'Sonic Boom'.

Closing her eyes and smiling sweetly as she walked into the pancake-and-syrup-scented kitchen, she hummed a light and delicate tune under her breath. "Good morning, dad." She breathed out, stretching her arms and walking over to kiss her father on the cheek, just like any other morning.

"Morning, honey. How did you sleep?" He asked her, flipping on of the nearly-cooked pancakes on the griddle. He too was in a good mood this morning. I mean, who wouldn't be? The weather was perfect, not too hot or not too cold. The skies were big and blue, not a single cloud in sight. Birds were chirping vigorously to their own pleasure, managing to enlighten the ones who couldn't smile by their steady melody.

As she sat down in one of the wooden chairs at the kitchen table, she replied "Great!"

After eating the delicious meal, the father and daughter drove off to their morning shifts at the Sonic Boom.

Like any other day, the first thing Ally made sure to do was to stow away her sacred songbook/diary beneath the counter so that she could be sure no one was to discover and read it.

"Guess who got a job at the T-shirt cart?" Her best friend since kindergarten, Trish, said in a sing-song voice as she strode into the store wearing a black T-shirt with the words 'I'm not bossy, I just know what you should be doing.'(1) written in white letters across the middle.

Ally smiled warmly and unlocked the register. Closing the box, she looked back up at her latino amigo and replied, "What happened to your job at Candy's Candy?" She asked, remembering when her friend had told her about her latest job at Candy's Candy, a candy store that required her to wear a lollipop headband with a dress that looked like it was made out of sugary cavity-makers. Propping her elbow on the granite countertop and resting her chin inside the same arm, she tried to remember how long that job had lasted. Was it five hours or four...? She wondered.

Trish looked off to the side and dismissed it with a slight wave of her hand and walked over to the other side of the counter. "Eh, apparently when Candy told me that this job was going to be a blast, she didn't mean that you couldn't use the candy-cannons to make a sugar-wonderland." She said bluntly, shrugging her arms and raising the left curve of her mouth slightly.

Ally giggled. Same old Trish... Suddenly, she opened her mouth, remembering to remind her friend about a poster she saw earlier. "Oh, Trish-"

She didn't get to finish her sentence however, due to a lanky red-head in brightly assorted colors running into the store exclaiming something about a monkey wearing a Hello Kitty bathing suit in his bedroom.

"I swear it was real! It had a face and a belly and everything!" He shouted, taking Ally's shoulders in his grasp and shaking her vigorously. His eyes were widened in fear and excitement as he told the story about how he woke up to it.

"I was just trying to make my virtual un-moving monkey come out of my computer screen, then it's identical twin came out of the printer, ready to eat me!" He shouted.

By now he was power-walking laps around the counter, circling the two girls as he was deep in thought.

"Dez," Trish sighed, slightly annoyed. "I think that you just printed the picture." She explained, refusing to make eye contact.

Just as he was about to protest for whatever reason, she cut in before he could do so. "And no, the monkey was not going to eat you." She shook her head, incredulous to fight this early in the morning.

He stopped pacing mid-step and smiled brightly. "Thanks!" He perked up and started identifying shapes in the store wall with a giant magnifying glass. "Yep..." He confirmed. "This is definitely Elvis tap-dancing on a jelly doughnut."

Ally looked at Dez, bewildered, as she opened up the cash register out of routine. "Dez... I don't think that a famous musician dancing on top of a pastry." She inquired, walking over to where Dez was looking at the normal walls.

"No! It's true! See for yourself." He insisted, handing the large magnifying glass to her and pointing to his discovery.

And just like he had said, there it was, paint sloshed around to the point that it gave an optical illusion of Elvis Presley dancing on top of a jelly-filled doughnut.

"Wow," Ally breathed out, blinking. She thought that her mind was playing tricks on her, but it wasn't. "This is so cool!" She walking over to the next section of the wall and began to identify shapes. "Trish, look! It's a frog with a hat!" She exclaimed to her friend, who was standing right next to her. Why hadn't she seen these before? Oh yeah, that's right; she never thought about staring at a wall for hours would be a good, yet entertaining, past time.

Just as she discovered a shape that looked similar to a heart with a spoon in the middle of it, Austin Moon and Cassidy Williams walked in.

"Hey guys," they chorused. Recently, much to Ally's hidden dismay, began dating each other. They were happy together, but Cassidy knew that Ally had a crush on him. This was one of the main reasons that Ally took a special disliking to Cassidy. A few of the other reasons being simple, but still hurtful things: she sabotaged Ally's open-mic performance just so she could win, making a fool out of Ally in the process. Another was when Cassidy out shined her and Ally's school choir duet/solo. Cassidy was stronger than ever, but Ally's voice creaked too many times due to her sickness that Cassidy caused.

Ally had never felt more hated in her life. She thought she did something wrong, that's what she blamed it to. But little did she know that Cassidy's main goal for her adolescent years was to completely destroy Ally's reputation out of jealousy.

Trish was the first to greet them, giving Cassidy a warm hug and Austin a pat on the lower shoulder.

Once Ally laid her eyes on the joyful duo, she unintentionally frowned and set down the magnifying glass. Ally never considered herself the jealous type, but these two did wondrous things to her, in a bad way. Cassidy, or course, was the cause of all the infamous drama, but Austin's avarice for the spotlight got the best of him, so he joined in on the pain-causing. Once she made sure no one had seen her yet, Ally raced up the stairs to her practice room and shut the door quietly.

Thanks to Trish's highly sensitive ears, she heard something, or someone behind her move. She pivoted of the ball of her heel to see that her best friend was no longer in sight. And since she saw the magnifying glass that laid on the counter, she knew that Ally ran away from her problems, once again.

Trish shook her head lightly. She knew about the hate that Cassidy showed towards Ally and the friendship that Ally showed towards Cassidy. She tried to reason with Cassidy a numerous amount of times, but it never seemed to faze the waitress that her supposed best friend was suffering, and she all that she was doing was making it worse.

"Trish, did you hear anything that I said?" Cassidy dramatically yelled in front of Trish, clapping her hands together lightly to make her point. "God, you never listen to what I'm saying. It's like I'm talking to a brick wall!"

"Don't do it," Trish told herself. She knew that if she hit Cassidy in any way, then she would be banned from the mall. Then, she would never get to see Ally or get a new job here. She had to hold herself back. After all, Ally always told her that violence was never the answer.

She looked to the lanky ginger that was giving her a knowing look. He knew about it too. And just like Trish, he never said or did anything about it.

But Cassidy was right, Trish hadn't been listening to a word that came out of Cassidy's surgically remolded lips. She was too focused on the fact that she couldn't wait another second longer for Cassidy to get what she deserved: revenge.

"Trish wasn't listening," Dez confessed. What was he doing? He knew that Cassidy could become a bulldozer on heels whenever she got the slightest twinge of anger. "She was too focused on booking Austin a concert at the amateur-contest for the record deal prize. Trish was just trying to figure out what outfit Austin would wear on stage and what song would be best to perform." Good job, Dez. You just told her that, now Trish has to do more work than she's already doing. Oh well, it's better than being sent to the ER from a high heel to the neck.

The reason that Dez knew about the contest was because he was hanging out with Ally when they saw the poster next to Shelly's Shoe Shack. That was exactly what Ally was trying to tell Trish earlier, but she never got the chance.

Austin excitedly nodded his head and was quick to hug Trish. "Thanks, Trish! I could finally get a record deal, that would be so cool!" He gushed. Austin was a good person, but Cassidy was trying her best to get rid of that side, due to reputation purposes. Nobody wants a sweet, teddy bear. They all want somebody with a regular order at your local bar. At least, that's what Cassidy thought.

Inside the practice room, Ally sat there on the piano bench, trying to organize her thoughts for a song for either herself or Austin. And once she hopped onto one of her trains of thought, she knew what she wanted to write.

She was going to write about how she was going to be strong, even if there was nothing to be hopeful for. She wanted to call herself bulletproof, but how would that turn out? I'm bulletproof, you can't shoot me down? No, that was useless. She wanted to write about how Austin could be so oblivious to the hurt she was feeling. She wanted to write about how even sometimes she doesn't want to listen to Austin, because all he talks about is Cassidy. Whenever she wanted to tell him to stop talking about his girlfriend, she would only speak a few words, hoping that that would do the trick.

All of the sudden, she knew how she was going to write this. "Now, what's bulletproof..." Ally racked her brain for all of the periodic elements that would deflect a deadly bullet. Something that could deflect a million bullets. Suddenly, her muse struck again, and she knew what she was going to be

She was going to be titanium.


A/N: Finished! Whew, that was awesome! I love writing in 3rd person POV, it's fun! Now...here's the other stuff:

Question: What is your guilty pleasure song? Mine is the "Pirates Who Don't Do Anything" by Veggie Tales. It's just a part of my childhood that I refuse to let go!

Quote By Me: "If mother nature was too happy, then we would live in a desert. If she was too sad, then we would live in a swamp. Everybody needs a little rain, and everybody needs a little sunshine."

That One Moment: When you make a joke, then nobody laughs, then somebody repeats the SAME joke the SAME way, then everybody laughs.