So okay, I kinda got this idea after watching a marathon of Pretty Little Liars Marathon with my sissy from season one till season three. And I just had to write it down. I know it's kind of similar in the beginning but it will be so different as the story takes off. Btw, I'm still continuing my other stories so yeah...
Ally Dawson rolls her eyes as she stares at the ticking clock on the wall. It's showing six o'clock in the afternoon, she is supposed to be at Trish's by now, choosing outfits to wear to the last party of the summer before they have to head back to school. The party will took place in Dallas's house, her long time crush (who has a great smile and hair that flips just the right way) since junior high.
Ally has been working at her father's shop all day long and she was supposedly off at four-thirty, but her father decides to attend a last minute convention. Though, she could easily close up the store and take off to Trish and tell her dad that she was watching the store the whole time, but she's never been good with lying and beside she promised herself to never lie to her father ever since her mother left them for another man.
Ally's eyes wander around the empty music store. She drags her feet to the counter and pulls out her songbook from her purse, maybe her crappy mood will help her write a new song. She loves writing, it is her passion, it is her life. She loves writing poetry, poems, lyrics and anything which involves with words. Her mother is a great songwriter, she won a national songwriting contest in her youth years. Her mother being a songwriter was the only thing Ally would brag or love about her mother. Unfortunately, she was bad at being a mother and lousy at being a wife.
Ally is in the middle of a serious writing steam when she heard footsteps enter her store, "Welcome to Sonic Boom, where you find the tune and move the beat.." she said flatly. Her eyes are never leaving the precious little book.
"Thanks, I feel so welcome," a deep yet smooth voice chuckles in reply.
Ally closes her book, slowly looking up to the owner of the voice. He is standing infront of her, they are just separated by the counter. She can make out a guy in a black jeans and a grey v-neck shirt and he's wearing a black leather jacket. She can see that he is tall-maybe six foot tall-and had a sandy colored hair that is a bit messy. He is also strikingly handsome, with hypnotizing hazel eyes that she can help but notice. "I.. I'm sorry.." she stutters the words out.
He stands there, "It's okay... hmm" he squints his eyes trying to read her name tag, "Ally," he finishes it off with a smile.
Ally clears her throat, trying to kill the nervousness that is slowly growing inside of her, "How can I help you sir?"
"You can help me by calling me Austin, I don't like the sound of that word. Sir." The guy says.
Somehow it puts a smile on Ally's face, "Alright sorry about that, let me start over. How can I help you, Austin?"
"Much better," he smiles, "Ally, I'm looking for a capo. Do you have one?"
"Of course," she directs Austin to the guitar section. The guitar section is huge, you've got guitars with different types, colors and sizes. For a second she just stares at him as he admires the guitars which are displayed. He has his mouth wide open and he keeps repeating the word 'woah' like he just got a gift from Santa. And by the look of it she could tell he is passionate about music. "So you play the guitar, " she asks, then she realizes that her question was sort of stupid, "Sorry, that was a stupid question, of course you play guitar otherwise you wouldn't come here to buy a capo," she laughs nervously.
"Yes I do play guitar," he answers, laughing at her little outburst. He picks up a black capo and hands it to her, "I actually have the same one as this, but it's in a box somewhere. I might need it for tomorrow so why not buy another one."
"So you just move to Miami?"
"Yes," he smiles at her as he throws a fifty dollar bill on the counter.
She takes the bill and put it inside the cash register, she is about to hand out his change but he stops her, "Keep the change."
"No, my store has a policy to never keep customer's changes," she refuses by folding her arms below her chest.
"But I insist!"
"Just take it, Ally."
Austin laughs, "This is gonna be hard, isn't it?"
"Pretty much," Ally laughs, she has never been this loud and comfortable with a stranger. Though he's not really a stranger, she knows his name.
"Fine then, Ally, you left me with no choice. If you won't take the change, you have to go out with me tonight," he challenges her, a smirk is forming on his face. "Since I'm new here, maybe you can show me around the town?"
Ally takes Austin to stroll around the beach for almost two hours, they are walking side by side to each other. There are some laughters in the air and smiles are exchanged. She finds out that he is from New York, he has been singing before he could even talk and he wants to teach people to learn, love and appreciate music.
He finds her so easy to be around, like he has known her forever. He's having fun.
"You are a terrible tour guide," he laughs as they sit down on the golden sand. "We've been here for two hours."
Ally pretends to be offended. She puts her hand on her chest and opens her mouth in shock. "Well, I'm sorry, this is what you get for forcing me closed the store early," she laughs. "I guess you're stuck with me now."
Austin smiles at her again, "Yeah, I'm stuck with you."
Slowly, a rosy scarlet color spread over Ally's cheeks, making her face take on an almost childlike appearance. She quickly turns her head away, embarrassed by her reaction. "So what makes you want to be a music teacher?" she asks, turns her head back to face him again.
"Music has always been an important part of my life. I love music, when I was little my mother always talked about how music can change people life and how it can trigger memories. I guess, her words kind of always stuck in my head and I want to help changing people life so that's why," Austin explains.
"Music is beautiful," Ally says with a slight laughter thrilling off after the words.
Austin's eyes bore into hers. Hazel meet brown. "Yeah it's beautiful," he says, reaching to push some of her blowing hair behind her ear. Their eyes stare at one another for a few moments. She feels like her chest can barely contain her heart, like she feels strained to keep it, like it doesn't belong to her anymore but not in the painful way.
Ally clears her throat, "I need to head back to the store..." she says softly, trying to keep her voice sound normal and steady.
They are standing in front of the entrance of Sonic Boom.
"I had a great time," Austin confesses.
"Me too," Ally replies with a smile.
They are now standing extremely close to each other. He carefully leans her against the Sonic Boom door. She can feel his warm breath on her face as his hands grabs hers.
"What are you doing?" Ally whispers, looking into his eyes.
"Ally..." Austin trails off, leaning closer to her, "I'd like to know about you better, you breath music, you are beautiful and interesting..."
Is she dreaming? Ally thinks to herself, there she is standing in front of her father shop with a strikingly attractive guy with him holding her hands. Surprisingly she surprised herself, because she's never done this before. Like going out with someone new, someone she barely know. But with Austin, she feels different. She feels like she has known him for a long time.
"I.. I'd like to know you better too," she stutters in reply.
In a split second, she closes her eyes as she feels his warm breath on her face. She feels his lips press against hers softly, afraid and dosen't know how to react. She kisses him back gently, butterflies starting to fly around in her stomach.
He lets go of her hands, placing his own on the side of my face, she brings her hand to his chest and slowly pulls him away, "I.." she tries to catch her breath, "I don't usually do this, kissing someone on the first date."
"I'm guessing we'll have a second date?"
"Maybe," she answers, smiling.
He smiles back at her, but then he felt his phone vibrates inside his jeans pocket and he flips it open to see the text message, "Shit, it's my mom wondering what time I'll be back to unpack the rest of my stuff."
"I've gotta go too," Ally says, staring at her hands.
"I'll see you around?" He offers.
"You know where to find me," she kisses him on the cheek before entering the store and closing the glass door. She presses her palms on the glass and he puts his hand on the other side of the glass. They laugh at the fact how cheesy they are right now.
The next day, Ally is standing at her locker taking out her books for second period, when Trish, her best friend approaches her leaning against the locker next to hers. Without so much as glancing at her, she says, "Hey Patricia."
"Hey to you too," Trish says, "You seem awfully excited for the first day of school."
"Am I?" Ally sighs as she closes her locker and starts walking to her class, which is Music.
Trish walks beside her, "Yeah you do, so tell me what's going on?"
Ally bites her lips and stops walking to face her best friend, "I met someone."
"Someone as in a guy?"
Ally rolls her eyes, "Yes, Trish, a guy. I kinda went on a date last night."
Trish's eyes suddenly gets wider as the words were spat out of Ally's mouth. She can't believe that Ally didn't tell her about the date, she has always been there for her to do her make-up or picks up the perfect clothes for her to wear. It has been their little tradition.
"Okay, before you go crazy on me for not telling you about the date, keep in mind that I didn't know that it was a date before he took me home and kissed me," she explains.
"You KISSED him?" Trish yells in surprise. "What about your no kissing rule on the first date?"
Ally smiles at her best friend as she holds her book tightly on her chest, "He's kind of an exception."
"What about Dallas? Remember Dallas with great smile and hair that flips just the right way?"
"What about him?" Ally asks her back.
"Hello? You told me you have a giant crush on him."
"I don't know.." Ally answers, confused. "Maybe I got over him, I don't know.."
"So, tell me more about this guy, what he's like? Did you meet him at the library? Is he hot? How come you didn't know that it was a date, and you let him kissed you? Is he someone that I know?" Trish asks in one breath.
Before Ally can even open her mouth to answer Trish's numerous questions regarding her date, the bells ring, "We have to go to class. Don't wanna be late for Music, do we?"
They enter the classroom, they are surprise to find every girls that were usually sit on the back of the class are sitting extremely close to the teacher's table. Extremely close. Which is odd.
Ally and Trish find two empty seats next to Dez who is sitting in the back, "What's up with everybody today? Why are they in class so early and sit in front?"
Dez snorts, "Cause, they think it'd get the new music teacher's attention."
"We have a new Music teacher? What's wrong with Mr. Borris?" Ally asks, worried. Mr. Borris is one of her favorite teachers in the school, he has a funny way of teaching. But most importantly, he knew about Ally's stage-fright so he never sent her to sing in front of the class. She's bumped that he's gone because now a new teacher would come and she has to explain to him, why she doesn't sing in front of the class.
"He retired, I guess. He's old anyway," Dez shrugs.
"So who is this new teach-"
The door cracks open, revealing a guy with sandy blond hair and a pair of hazel eyes, "Hey Juniors, my name is Austin Moon, you may call me Mr. Moon and I'm your new music teacher."
"Oh crap..." Ally mutters under her breath.
Yup it's a student-teacher story. I want to inform you guys that Ally, Trish, and Dez are seventeen year-olds. And Austin just graduated from college, so I guess he's twenty-two or three-ish? I hope I don't confuse you. If you dig this story, which I hope you do... please leave some reviews down below ;)