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Disclaimer: I do not own Austin & Ally, but I do own my OC and the plot line!

PS: I apologize for any errors, I'm typing with fake nails on and its proving to be quite difficult.

Chapter 2:

What the HELL did I just get myself into?

"Austin?!" I yelled, anger and regret for signing those papers edged into my voice.

I found myself staring into the chocolate brown eyes of the boy, who's now a man, who had abandoned me all those years ago. I couldn't believe that I signed those papers without demanding to know who I'd not only be writing music for, but who I'd be pretending to date. Stupid, Stupid, STUPID, I mentally scolded myself.

"Ally." He stated coolly, staring at me straight on with a stubborn glare. He was as gorgeous as he's always been.. big endearing brown eyes, a tall and muscular build, and obviously dyed brown hair; which a normal looking guy would never be able to pull off, but somehow he just made it work.

"Oh good, you two have already been acquainted," noted Maxim, either choosing to ignore the obvious tension between the blond boy and I, or just totally oblivious to it. "Take a seat, Moon," he ordered, gesturing to the seat next to mind.

"Yes, sir," Austin said in a mocking tone, while playfully saluting Maxim. I scoffed, and Austin shot me a dirty glare. Geez, if only looks could kill, I thought, returning with an even dirtier glare. We didn't notice that we've been sitting there glaring at each other until Maxim awkwardly cleared his throat. Our gazes slid away from each others and we looked expectantly up at our boss.

"Now, Austin, let's just get down to business. Since Nina had quit being your song writer, we hired Allyson to become your new one," he started, gauging Austin's reaction. Austin's eyes widened, but he stayed quiet.

"Also, we've noticed that you've been going through a rough patch lately. Staying out drinking a lot, taking home random chicks, etcetera," He started, "And so has the media. And if the media keeps broadcasting your mess-ups, then you are inevitably going to lose majority of your fanbase.. and you don't want that do you?"

"No, of course not," Austin muttered like he's heard this lecture before.

"So, instead of just letting you off with another warning this time, my consultants and I have come up with a way to get you back on track," He started again, and paused.

"And that is?" Austin asked impatiently. Since when has he become this RUDE? I wondered.

"Ally here has not only become your new lyricist, but she is also being payed to be your fake girlfriend," Maxim stated, gesturing to me. And that's when Austin all but exploded.

"WHAT?! SIR, YOU CAN'T DO THIS! YOU CAN'T JUST FORCE ME INTO A DAMN RELATIONSHIP! ESPECIALLY NOT WITH HER!" He yelled, jumping out of his seat and pointing at me. Ouch, I winced, can't say that didn't hurt.

"We can, and we did," Maxim stated calmly, as if he was used to Austin's outbursts. "Your contract clearly states that if we find you going even the least bit off track, that we can and will correct your mistakes with any means necessary."

"And you find THIS necessary?!" Austin practically screeched, gesturing wildly at me. Why is he being such an asshole about this?

"Yes." Maxim stated, stone-faced. Deciding he was done with Austin, he turned to me.
Now, Ms. Dawson, even though Austin can be quite difficult to deal with, but if break any of the rules or completely disregard any of the things Maxim Records had instructed you to do, you will be sued. Got it?" My eyes nodded, and I nodded frantically. "And that goes for you too, Austin!" He glared coldly at the arrogant popstar at my side.

"Whatever." He responded, rolling his eyes and started to rise from his seat again.

"Sit your ass down, Moon, we are not done!" Maxim scolded, and Austin plopped back down in the seat with an exaggerated, Humph! Then, crossed his arm and pouted like a dejected six year old. Well, some things sure haven't changed, I thought. "Now, to make sure that none of you give away the secret of your relationship being fake, you need to give us all of your social media accounts' usernames and passwords." Maxim slid a pad of lined paper across the table to us.

"Uh, sir, I don't have any social media accounts besides my email," I informed him, blushing a little. Austin scoffed, and I shot him a cold glare.

"Well, then we'll just have to make some accounts for you. We'll text you the usernames and passwords for each one we get everything else sorted out," he stated, and I slid the notebook over to Austin, who angrily scribbled down his account information.

"Uh, I can't text on my cellphone either," I sighed, hating to reveal how poor I really was.

"Oh, well that just won't do, I will have one of my associates immediately ship a new iPhone to your residence," he stated, not phased at all. "Okay, I guess that's it. I will contact both of you with the time and location for your first 'date'," he said, as he stood and headed to the door. He paused, before turning back to the blonde and I. "Oh, and Ms. Dawson, please have a new song written by Saturday. Thank you." With that, he strode briskly out of the conference room.

I stood and picked up my purse. As I was about to exit, Austin spoke up.

"Ally," Austin mumbled, taking his head out of his hands to look up at me. I immediately froze and turned rigid.

"Do not call me that," I stated, deadly calm. "You lost that right when you abandoned me three years ago." With that, I turned away sharply and stormed out of the room, slamming the damn door behind me.

Dear Diary,

How could I be so stupid?! I signed that damn contract without one rational thought in my mind, and now look where that's gotten me: into a fake relationship with Austin Monica Moon. And what made him think he had the fucking right to call me by the nickname he had for me when we were teenagers. He lost that privilege when he left me for fame. But who could blame him? I'm just plane old Ally Dawson from Miami, Florida. The same awkward Ally, with horrible dancing skills and stage fright. I'd abandon me for something better, too.

But anyway, I am glad that I finally got a songwriting job, even if it is for Monica (what I decided to call him because I despise him so much). It pays good money, which is something that I desperately need. Hey! Maybe I'll get a new apartment...

Ugh...

Yours truly,

Ally D.

Thanks for reading guys! I hope you enjoyed it (even though it was short and kind of sucked).. and I know this will probably get annoying, but I will stress to you again... ONLY CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM. IF YOU DON'T HAVE ANYTHING CONSTRUCTIVE TO SAY, DON'T REVIEW. I will message anyone who doesn't comply. Thanks.