Safety Pin

Austin & Ally fan-fiction.

Rating: PG - 13.

Chapters: TBD.

Section: Prologue (with an Ally preview.)

Reviews: Yes, please. (It'll help me get this f/f done faster. I hope.)

Hello everyone. Sorry about leaving the little notes at the beginning of this, I do tend to get a little paranoid. Anyhow moving on. This is my second A&A fan fiction, and I do hope to officially finish this one.

Since this story is set AU and I have never been to New York City (officially, except a bus stop at ten o'clock at night.) I am going to Google everything, and put my research so NYC seems realistic.)

Okay with any further a due. I announce the prologue of Safety Pin.

-Austin-

The sunset appears on the horizon, and the tourists don't seem to care. They're in the biggest city in the United States. The city of the rich. No. Not Los Angeles. Central Park. New York City.

Tourists see me, but they don't pay attention. Tourists never do. To them, I'm another bum that they won't waste their money on, and why should they?

"Tourists give you anything good?" I hear someone ask, as I ignore them, and head towards the library. I knew the question wasn't pointed towards me. The homeless in New York are territorial. I chose to be different, and would jump around from place to place. Tonight I chose the library, if I was able to find one. The Met would be closed by now, and I hated that place anyways. At last second, I decide to head to the subway station. I knew all the things I could find there. Books. Cell phones. Food. Junkies. You get the picture.

"Sorry this metro is closed," a police officer announced as I got ready to head down those steps. "The one one Seventh is open until ten," he adds, though he had said it with very little regret, or none at all.

"Sure thing. Thank you officer," I tell him, as I turn to walk away knowing that he must have been a rookie, because, he would have known the error, but I didn't bother to point it out. He'd figure it out eventually. It was then I figured to hell with it, I'd just head to the homeless shelter not to far from the park. It was only for one night, and going to church wouldn't bother me.

"Welcome. Are you new here?" I hear a voice from my left ask, and honestly, I wasn't exactly sure how I could answer that. I wasn't even sure I had wanted to. What if they had wanted to know my story.

Finally I decide to quickly answer. "Nope. I come here a couple nights a week."

"You look familiar though," the lady had told me, as I had assumed she tried to figure out where she had seen me from. Being the fact that there was 60,000 homeless people in New York City, I had doubted she would know me.

"It's possible," I tell her though I had still doubted it as she pushed back some of her red hair that had fallen in the way of her eyes.

"Okay. Food and drink is available downstairs," she tells me as some more homeless come in, and realize that soon they would be turned away since the church could probably reach three hundred families if they were lucky.

"Okay. Thank you," I tell her, and head downstairs to grab something since I hadn't eaten much.

It was then that I had the idea as to what I could do next, if it were available to do so. I hadn't updated any covers since who knew when, and I felt I needed to so. Maybe tonight I would play the piano, and upload that, after all had you ever seen a church have a guitar? I shrug the idea off for only a moment.

"You play piano?" I hear someone ask. How long had I been there? The pews were empty a few minutes ago. I knew because I had checked before I sat down.

"Yeah. I learned to play when I was a kid," I admit to her. I didn't want to talk about the memories though. Those were the good times. Those were when I still had a family. "I can also play a killer version of Carol of the Bells," I add as I finish my cover of Amazing Grace at mid chorus, and I knew I would never finish it.

"That's the easiest song anyone can cover," she tells me, and she smiles, and I regret that I wouldn't be around here in the morning, and I would be back in Central Park doing covers, and hoping for a dollar or two.

"No one beats TSO's version though," I add. Then the thought hits me. Maybe I shouldn't upload tonight. Hell, I wouldn't even give her my name. Why should I? I wouldn't be here long anyways, and I remembered homeless people weren't supposed to tell shelters there names anyways. It was Hobo Code as I had been told once. Then the thought of her being there brings me back.

"Anyways, we sometimes host the homeless in the pews if we run out of room downstairs, you may stay here tonight if you'd like. My name is Angela," she tells me, as she smiles ago.

"Thanks Angela," I tell her, and pretend to be exhausted, and put my head down. I watch as she walks out of where I was, and then I head over to the pews. Was it worth reading the Bible tonight? I ignore the thought, and just sit there and look at the clock on the back wall, and wonder why churches needed clocks. Was it so ministers could see how long they were boring the dragged in non-believers for? Was it so they could match their best times of lectures for?

I didn't know. I didn't want to know. I wanted it to be morning already. Only then had the thought of food entered my mind, and something, even a sandwich had sounded good about now, and shortly between that, I had fallen asleep with hunger.

-A&A-

-Ally-

"Good morning all you headed to work, school, appointments, and all that early morning jazz. Starting off the East 60 is shut down, so you had better commute early, or if you're a tourist, you better get your walking shoes on, and start looking for people who know the," I had cut the radio DJ off in mid sentence. Who listened to the radio these days anyways? Didn't everyone get their information off Facebook? The DJ was right though, I would have to get my walking shoes on and head to school. That was when I had received a text from my ex boyfriend-turned-best friend, Dez asking where I was. That was when I knew I was late.

Stall me. I'm on my way. I had texted him back. I throw on my top to my uniform, and immediately rush out of the apartment. I had chose the wrong time to try to find a taxi, and the only time I had was to rush through Central Park, depending on how many tourists there were, and how many homeless were going to bum for money, in which, I really had no time for, being as I had less than an hour to get to school.

Dez texts me again. Shit. I was running short on time.

I wasn't paying attention, and that when I had ran straight into someone.

"Sorry. I have to get to school," I plead my case with the blonde haired person, and which would be the only thing I had the chance to look at. When you're in a hurry, you honestly don't check every feature about the person, especially in Central Park.

"It's no problem," he tells me, and then continues onto singing something I wasn't familiar with. Whatever it was, he was covering it perfectly, and without thinking about it, I place a dollar in his guitar case, and continue onto school, knowing I was going to be late.

So what does everyone think so far? Good? Bad? Honestly, I'm not 100% satisfied with it, but that's me in general.
Bonus question: I'm already thinking it, but would anyone like to see a love triangle between Dez x Ally x Austin, or just keep it in the direction of Auslly? I'm curious as to see what everyone thinks.
Bonus/ Bonus question: would anyone be interested in seeing a YouTube soundtrack for this?