So, I know nothing about Freaky Friday & Fiction; I've seen a seven-second promo and read a one-sentence spoiler, so this will be WAY off. I'm making it have lots of Auslly cause we all love that :)
Anyway, here it is. And if it sucks, let me know, cause its like two in the morning right now but I really wanted to finish it for you guys. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: You know the drill: any names, places, brands, songs etc that you recognize aren't mine.
•Ally•
"Guess who got a job at Annie's Antiques!"
Ally buried her face in her hands. "Hey Trish," she sighed. "So this is, what, your fifth job in the last week?"
"Hey, all my other jobs were really boring!" Trish protested. "Besides, I really love this uniform! Isn't purple a great color on me?" She struck a dramatic Hollywood pose, with one hand on her hip and the other in her hair.
"Yeah, s-s-sure," Ally replied, stifling a yawn. She rubbed her eyes and pushed a lock of messy, untamed hair our of her face.
"You seem really tired," Trish said. She walked over to her best friend, who had dropped her head on the counter of Sonic Boom. "What happened?"
"Austin happened," Ally replied, looking up. "I was up all night working on a song for him. Ever since we started dating, I just haven't had as much time to work on music." She yawned again.
A whiff of sweet Miami air breezed through the store as Austin and Dez entered, Dez holding an ice cream cone piled high with pink gelato, something orange, and…Ally squinted. Was that a slice of cucumber?
"Hey guys!" he said happily. "Trish, didn't you get fired from that ice cream place a couple days ago?"
"Yeah," Trish replied. "Why?"
"Did you know they have really good berry-cucumber sorbet there? It's best with the cauliflower sprinkles." So it was cucumber.
"Anyway," Austin said, putting an arm around his girlfriend's waist, "How's my Ally-cat?"
"Ally-cat wants to know if you have a pillow. Or better yet, a bed. Does her loving boyfriend have some of those?" Ally replied, booping Austin's nose.
"I think all Ally-cat wants is a nap," he laughed, ruffling her hair and pulling her close. A slight tingle jolted up her spine at his light touch. It had been nearly a month since they started dating, but he could still get her every time. She loved that about him.
"Enough with the mushy-gushiness," Trish interrupted her thoughts. "Dez, first of all: Eew! And second: They don't even sell all that there!"
"Uh, yeah they do," Dez replied. "It's actually really weird! A couple days ago I went to that antique store you're working at…"
•Flashback•
"Ick, this is like the most boring store in the whole mall," Trish complained as she followed her friends into Annie's Antiques. "I am so never getting a job here."
The inside of the store was surprisingly clean; the shelves, floor, and most of the items were dust-free. As Dez wandered off, Ally slowly strolled through the place, arm interlinked with Austin's, taking in all the beautiful antiques around her. She couldn't help it: Ally Dawson was a sucker for pretty old things.
"OOH!" They both jumped at Trish's squeal. "Sparkles!"
Ally let go of Austin and hurried over to Trish, who was bending over a large table piled high with glittering jewelry. She was admiring a pair of large gold earrings covered in sparkling purple gems. "I am so getting these!" she gushed, holding them up to her ear and peeking into an old mirror.
Ally's eyes skimmed the jewelry table, but nothing really seemed to be her style. She started to turn away, but as she did, there was something that caught her eye: on the corner of the table lay a lovely necklace, one that she had to try on.
It was a thin, delicate silver chain, supporting a single gold pearl. She started to pick it up, but someone put a strong hand on her arm.
"Let me," Austin said softly. He gently fastened it around her neck and turned her towards the mirror. "It's beautiful on you."
"And expensive," Ally added, noticing the price tag.
"Then it's yours," he replied. As she opened her mouth to protest, he added, "If I can afford to buy a piano and parachute it out of a helicopter, I think can buy my beautiful girlfriend a beautiful necklace." He had barely glanced at the price tag; it couldn't be that bad, right?
"Aww," Ally smiled. "That's so sweet of you!" She turned around and hugged him. As they drew apart, Ally looked around. "Where did Dez go?" she said.
Trish whipped around. "We lost Dez?"
"Well, we have to—"
"What do you mean, we lost Dez? We can't have lost Dez! We have to go find Dez!" she cried. She took a deep breath. "Okay, where's the last place we saw him?"
"Chill, Trish," Austin laughed. "He's right over there."
Dez was sitting behind a shelf with a large metal object in his lap, his fingers clicking away at the keys: an antique typewriter. He looked up as his friends approached him.
"Oh hey guys," he said. "Look what I found!" He proudly held up his typewriter the way a mother holds her newborn baby. "It's on sale. I'm totally getting it!"
"Dez," Austin said, "have you ever heard of laptops?"
"Yeah, they're these thin, portable, handy-dandy little things everyone except you uses these days," Trish added.
"Guys, stop making fun of Dez's typewriter. I think it's great that he wants to dabble in antiques," Ally defended. "Besides, they're very useful! No printer required!"
"Yes, but you do need a bottle of wite-out*," Trish fairly added.
"I'm with Ally," Austin said, putting his arm around her. "Dez, you should buy it."
"You don't have an opinion anymore these days," Trish scoffed at him, crossing her arms over her chest. "Ally, you're having a negative effect on this guy."
Ally shot her a look that clearly stated, Shut up about my boyfriend!
"Well, we should go pay," Austin said. "Ally, give me the necklace, I'll go give that lady my dad's credit card."
They all looked over at the lady behind the counter, who looked even more antique than Dez's typewriter. "If she's ever heard of those," Austin added, unfastening the chain from around Ally's neck. "Come on Dez."
As the two boys headed in the other direction, Trish looked at Ally with a crazed look in her eyes and just smiled.
"What?" Ally asked. "Stop looking at me weird." Trish kept smiling like a madman. Ally slowly waved her hand in front of her friends face. "Trish! Talk to me!"
"I'm sorry!" she burst into a fit of giggles. "You two are just so cute together!" She put her hand over her mouth to muffle her laughter.
Ally rolled her eyes, but a smile drew to her lips nonetheless. "Trish, you're a hopeless romantic, you know that?"
"Yup. But not any more hopeless than you."
"At least I'm dating someone! You can keep a job for longer than you've ever had a boyfriend. And that's saying something!"
"Hey, I dated Roger for a day and a half."
"And the longest you've ever kept a job is three days. What happened to Roger anyway?"
"I found out he moved to Australia like two days ago."
"Oh, I'm sorry, Trish."
"Nah. I never really liked him," she said. "Besides, I don't need one person to be tethered to forever. I like to tether myself to a different one every night."
Ally rolled her eyes.
•Austin•
"See? Isn't she great?" Austin said happily to Dez as they walked. He fiddled with the clasp on the necklace, loving the great feeling Ally gave him. "I mean, she just gets me, you know? Girls don't usually understand Austin Moon, but Ally does. She's special."
"Mm-hmm," Dez replied blankly, not listening to a word his best friend was saying.
"And anyway, it's just so awesome that she lets me spoil her. Most girls are like, 'Aw, no thanks, Austin,' but she just lets me buy stuff for her," Austin continued.
"Right."
"And she doesn't call me annoying stuff like 'cupcake' and 'sweetie.' She just calls me Austin. I love that!"
"Okay."
"Plus, she's got this really cool way of-"
"Austin!" Dez said. "Ally's special, you're in love, I get it!"
Austin grinned and clapped his friend on the back as they approached the counter. He swore that he heard the old lady's bones creaking as she looked up from the ancient book she was reading.
"Why hello," she croaked. "How may I help you?"
"We'd like to buy these," Dez said, putting his typewriter and the necklace on the counter. "How much are they?"
"Well, this typewriter here is thirty dollars," the woman said, checking the price tag. "And this necklace is…two hundred."
"WHAT?!" Austin yelled.
"I said, two hundred dollars. Honey, I'd think your hearing would be better than mine."
Austin took a deep breath. "That's fine," he said quietly, shakily handing over his father's credit card. God, his dad was going to kill him when he got home.
"I'm so glad you're buying these," she said happily, counting out change. "No one seems to buy anything anymore here. I can't imagine why." She handed Austin his change.
"I can," Dez said. Austin nudged him in the ribs. "—can understand why people love typewriters so much! I mean, look at this beauty!" he said quickly.
The lady laughed. "Yes, she certainly is a nice one, isn't she?" She gave the typewriter an affectionate pat before looking him right in the eye. "My dear boy," she said in a deathly quiet voice, "there's only one other thing I can tell you about this typewriter: Be careful what you wish for."
Dez gave her a frightened nod. "Well, see ya," he said quickly, grabbing Austin's wrist and dragging him out the door. "But Ally's still—" he started to protest.
"She's coming," Dez assured him. "Paranoid," he added under his breath, shaking his head at his friend.
•Flashback over• •Ally•
"Austin!" Ally yelled.
"What?" he called back.
"Don't put things in the tuba! Remember when Dez put his sandwich in there? And you ate it?"
"Hey, it was a good sandwich!"
He smiled coyly at her, admiring the way her hair moved when she shook her head. Putting his arms around her waist from behind, he whispered in her ear. "How about that kiss you promised?" he breathed.
He felt her shiver as he did so, but she shook it off and stubbornly crossed her arms over her chest. "I didn't promise you any kiss and I am certainly not kissing you until you take whatever you put in the tuba out!" she said. "Now scoot, I have to put these away." She started to organize a pile of empty CD cases.
"That's weird," Dez said loudly. He and Trish sat in the two arm chairs of Sonic Boom, Dez with his typewriter in his lap (he had named it "Typey"), and Trish filing her nails. "What's weird?" Trish asked.
"Huh? Oh, nothing. It's just that I typed "Ally started to organize CDs" and then that's what she did," Dez said.
"Don't care," Trish said.
Dez was going to use the typewriter to write a story for a contest; he was only just starting it and was typing like a maniac. The click click click of the keys ran through Ally's head in a constant rhythm that had been going on all day.
"Cool! A magic typewriter!" Austin said, sliding in next to Dez. "Ally, check this out!"
"There's no such thing as a magic typewriter," Ally scoffed from the counter.
"Sure there is, Dez has one!" Austin replied. "Prove it's magic to her, buddy. Make something else happen!"
"Okay," Dez said. "A fat lady with holding a giant candy cane walked into the room."
The second he put a period at the end of his sentence, the door swung open and, sure enough, a large woman leaning on a red-and-white-striped cane hobbled into the store. She looked around with a confused expression, as of trying to remember why she was there. Then she shrugged to herself and left the store again.
"That was just a coincidence," Ally said, her confidence faltering slightly. "That thing's still not magic."
"Yeah," Trish agreed. "A fat woman with a candy cane can come into a store any time of day. If your typewriter is so magic, make something else happen!"
"Sure thing," Dez replied. "A Hawaiian monkey playing a pink banjo appeared from behind the counter."
A complicated string of notes erupted from behind them as a small monkey in a Hawaiian shirt popped up out of no where. Ally whipped around. "How did he get here?"
"We told you, it's magic!" Austin said.
"Well, I still don't believe you," Ally said stubbornly. "There is no way some typewriter could make that happen."
"Everything in Sonic Boom turned blue!" Dez typed.
Within seconds of typing the sentence, there was a blinding flash of light. Ally blinked in surprise. Then she screamed.
"I'M BLUE!" Trish wailed. "Help me! Someone please!"
"Okay, okay!" Dez cried, quickly typing something on his now-blue typewriter. There was another flash as everything turned back to normal. Ally sighed in relief.
"Say it," Austin taunted. "Say it, Ally."
"Dez has a magic typewriter," she admitted. She was scared. Her friends didn't see it, but she did: If this typewriter fell into the wrong hands…terrible things would happen.
•Austin•
"Hey Als," Austin said as he walked into Sonic Boom. "How's my favorite girlfriend?" He put his arms around her waist, pulling her close.
"She's good," Ally replied. "The question is, how's my favorite boyfriend?"
Austin laughed and was about to reply when Dez and Trish ran into the store, both full-out screaming.
"SHE'S GONE!" Dez cried. "Typey's gone!"
"We've looked everywhere!" Trish added. "The store, the practice room, the food court, that one place in the mall that sells really cute shoes—"
"But we can't find her!" Dez wailed. "She's disappeared!"
"Okay," Austin said. "Calm down. I'm sure we'll find it—her."
"All we have to do is retrace your steps," Ally said. "Let's think. Where's the last place you saw her?"
"I put her in the practice room yesterday afternoon after I turned the store back to its normal colors," Dez said, sniffling. "I haven't seen her since."
"But we looked in the practice room," Trish said. "It wasn't there."
"Someone stole it," Austin said suddenly. "Ally, did you let anyone besides us in the practice room?"
"Well," Ally said. "I might've…kind of…let Mindy up there." She turned a fierce shade of red.
"Mindy MacHillins?" Trish said in disbelief. Ally nodded.
"Ally!" the other three cried.
"I'm sorry! She asked where Dezzycakes was I told her you were up there working on something. You know how bad I am at saying no!"
"And that's when I went to the bathroom," Dez recalled.
"It fits," Ally said. "Mindy took Dez's typewriter!"
"We have to find her and get it back," Austin said. "She doesn't know it's a magic typewriter, so we should be okay."
"Um, guys?" Trish said suddenly. She gestured to Dez, who was staring at his hands. Curled, yellowing fingernails as long as his forearms were quickly shooting up out of his fingers. Dez started to scream.
"I think she knows!" Trish yelled over the racket Dez was making.
"This is bad. This is really really bad!" Ally said. She started pacing and chewing her hair. "What if she uses it to do something really bad? What of she tries to make our lives miserable? What if she—GAGH!"
She spit her hair out into her hand. It was purple. Bright purple. Her friends were staring at her with wide eyes.
"Austin Moon!" a voice shrieked from the back of the store. Austin whipped around. A small girl with pigtails ran towards him. "Oh my god, it's really you!" she squealed. "I'm a huge fan! I can sing all the songs on your album! Can you dance for me? Please?"
"Yeah, sure," Austin said. He grinned at her and started to do some of his favorite moves, but quickly stopped. Something was wrong. He didn't know what he was doing, but it certainly wasn't dancing.
The little girl stared at him with a disgusted look on her face and ran off. "Guys?" he said gingerly. "I can't dance anymore!"
That was when Trish fell on her butt. "My shoes!" she cried. The heel had broken clean off of her stilettos, leaving her very unbalanced.
"My nails!" Dez cried.
"My dancing!" Austin moaned.
"My hair!" Ally shrieked.
"Um, Ally?" Trish said suddenly. "Why do you sound like Trish?"
"What?" Dez said. "What do you mean I sound like you?"
"Like me?" Trish said. "Oh no, like Trish."
"You are Trish," Austin said.
"No I'm not," she replied. "I'm Austin."
"Um, Austin?" Dez said. "Why do you sound like Dez?"
"Why do you sound like Ally?" Trish said.
"Trish, why do you sound like Austin?" Ally said.
"Why do you sound like Trish?"
"Guys?" Dez said. "I think we just switched bodies!"
They all looked at each other. Then they screamed for a full minute. "Guess who's trapped in Ally's body!" Trish-Ally said, trying to lighten the mood.
Ally-Dez took a deep breath. "Okay. What are we going to do?"
"I guess we have to wait for Mindy to change us back again," Austin-Trish said.
"But that could be forever—oh, hey Dad." Ally-Dez walked over to Lester, who was just entering the store, and gave him a hug. "Love you."
Lester took one look at her, screamed, and ran back outside. "Oops," she said.
"I guess we'll have to find Mindy," Dez-Austin said sadly. "And there's only one place to look for her."
The four of them breezed into the Melody Diner. It was fairly empty except for a few customers, a couple bored-looking waiters and waitresses, and a very large girl behind the counter. She was clicking away at a typewriter: That was Dez's typewriter all right, and that was also for sure Mindy. So their suspicions were correct.
They saw her eyes widen as she spotted them and quickly hid the typewriter from sight. "Hello, and welcome to the Melody Diner!" she chirped. "How may I help you?"
"Save it, Mindy," Trish-Ally snarled. "We know you took our typewriter and we know you're using it to make our lives miserable. We just want you to change us back."
A hundred different emotions flickered across Mindy's eyes as her brain debated what to do. "Is she seriously going to deny it?" Ally-Dez whispered to Austin-Trish. "I hope not," he replied.
Finally, after what felt like hours, Mindy sighed. "Yes, I did take it," she mumbled. "But it's only because my Dezzy-Roo won't go out with me!" she added quickly to their angry faces.
"But why are you picking on me and Austin and Ally?" Trish-Ally asked. "Can't you just annoy Dez and be done with it?"
"Yeah, what did we do?" Ally-Dez said.
"You guys are so cool and popular," Mindy growled. "Everybody loves you, but I'm just the fat loser in the back of the room." Droplets of spit arced from her mouth as she spoke. "And I just wanted to be better than you all for once."
"Oh Mindy," Ally-Dez said quietly. "She put her arm around the large girl's shoulder. "I never knew it was like that for you. I'm sorry."
"Can you please just change us back?" Austin-Trish pleaded. "These clothes are really scratchy. I don't know how you wear these, Trish."
Mindy sighed. "Okay," she said finally. "I'll do it." She hit a couple keys on the typewriter. A feeling of electricity coursed through their bodies, a flash of bright light, and—
"Phew!" Dez said, brushing off his brightly colored pants. "Thanks Mindy. Come on guys."
"Dez!" Austin called as the redhead started to leave the store. "Aren't you forgetting something?"
"Oh!" He turned, snatched up the typewriter, and ran back out of the diner.
"I'm glad all that's over," Ally said, pecking Austin on the lips. "Thanks Mindy." She and Austin left the diner, hand-in-hand. As Trish began to follow, she hissed something in Mindy's ear: "Stay away from Dez. Or you'll regret it." Then she skipped off.
Yes, a strange day it had been.
So yeah. This one's REALLY bad, and it was hard to write. Ah well. I hope you enjoyed it anyway.
I'm sorry it took me while to get this up. My account wasn't letting me post anything, so I just let it be for a couple of days and now it works fine again. I'm really sincerely sorry for the delay.
Remember: REVIEW! PLEASE! I'M BEGGING YOU!
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I'm out.
~Mia