I'm not too sure about this story, please tell me what you think. :)

Contains A LOT of swearing, just to warn you.


(Austin's p.o.v)

"Austin, Austin, Austin" the crowd cheered my name for the thousandth time. I put on my fake 'rock star' smile and walked off the stage holding up a peace sign to them all. I walked off the stage and faced my manager, John.

"Let's get out of here, now" I demanded. He shot me a stern glare and shook his head at me. He pointed to the table and chair outside of the building.

"You need to sign autographs and meet some fans first" he replied, leading me towards the chair and table. I scoffed and removed his arm from my shoulder.

"No way, not another signing again, I've had enough of this! I'm going straight back home, see you later" I yelled and pulled my jacket over my shoulder and with that I stormed out of the arena and pushed past the crow while security helped me get through. I reached the cold night air and got into the limo.

"Step on it, jack" I told the driver he and nodded and drove off. My phone kept beeping with calls and texts from john, demanding me to get back. No one tells me what to do. I sighed and looked out of the window. Sometimes I wish I never became famous. What if I was just plain old 'Austin moon' the guy who nobody knows. Not 'superstar Austin moon' the famous teen heartthrob who everybody knows and loves. Why did I even start singing?

(Ally's p.o.v)

I put the last touch of my black lipstick on and smiled to myself. "Yo flame, get your ass in this van, we're supposed to be at the club in 5 minutes" my friend Emma yelled to me. I put my phone into my bag and grabbed my guitar and made my way to the white van with 'btt' written everywhere in graffiti writing.

"Keep your pants on Ems; I just needed to get my shit together." I replied.

I'm Ally Dawson, 16 it sucks being the youngest in the band, my nicknames flame because I'm always puffing on a cigarette. I'm in a band called 'brainwash the teens'. Btt for short

No, we're not a famous band, we play at a club called, dirty, filthy blood money. We're quite well-known around Miami. I'm the bands lead guitar and backing vocals. I have dark brown hair, dip dyed purple, it curls on the ends. White, snow-like skin, my eyes were brown, though they hardly are since I were different colour contacts every night. Like tonight; there green.

Emily, 18, is the bands lead vocals and quite frankly, the bands fucking boss, you'll see what I mean later. Emily has blonde hair, tanned skin, and blue eyes.

Then there was Trish, 18 my best friend. She was bass. She fucking rocks. She has black long, tight curly hair that reaches the middle of her back, tanned skin, and brown eyes. She's the only person in the band who I actually like.

Aside from Dallas, 18, drummer, words couldn't describe Dallas! He was unbelievably sexy. He's so hot, his hair is brown, a litter lighter than mine, his eyes are this amazing dark brown colour and smooth tanned skin. He's god-like! But he says I'm too young for him.

Then, there was Josh, guitar, 19. He's an ass. I hate him too pieces. He dates Emily but flirts with anyone possible, especially me. Ew. He has jet black hair, blue eyes and pale skin. I swear one day, I'll kill him.

I reached into my bag and pulled out a cigarette, lit it and placed it into my mouth.

"Hey! Your stinking out the fucking van, Flame!" Emily said glancing back at me from her mirror.

"Fuck you, Ems. I need this" I replied, pulling out the cigarette from my mouth and pointing to it. She rolled her eyes at me.

"Your gonna' die at fucking 17, Flame. You need to stop smoking like 100 a day" Josh said, turning around to look at me.

"I don't smoke 100 a day! Besides it's my life not yours, so fuck off" I replied, letting the smoke out of my mouth.

"Alright we're here, get your asses out!" Emily yelled, letting herself out of the van. I sighed and took my guitar in my hand and climbed out of the van. I quickly took a last puff of my cigarette and threw it onto the floor. I followed everyone into the club.

I pushed past all the dancing body's and walked back stage. I put my guitar down but accidentally dropped it and fell over, knocking Josh over with me. "Sorry" I mumbled, getting up.

He stood up "It's okay, I always knew you liked being close to me" he said with a wink. I scoffed lightly.

"You wish, cradle robber" I snapped and walked over to the stage door. I watched the other band perform. I spun around when Trish put the radio on and turned it up as loud as possible.

"Right, up next, the 17 year old Austin moon's new hit single 'A million hits' what a tune!" the Dj screamed out of the radio. I rolled my eyes and Trish beamed with excitement.

"What a shit tune" I said and turned off the radio.

"Hey! Piss off" Trish exclaimed and turned the radio on again "He's good and this song is awesome"

I rolled my eyes "Right, I can't believe you listen to that crap. He's just another self obsessed asshole celebrity who sings crappy goody pop songs. He's just a clone" I replied shrugging.

"Because your so rock star, Flame" Dallas said with a grin.

I pushed him playfully. "I'm more rock star than that Barbie-boy." I said while pointing to the radio.

I hate. And I mean h-a-t-e that Blondie Austin crappy moon. How is he even famous, he sucks. His songs are all about how 'wonderful' love is. He's so fake. And that's why I'll never like him or his music.

"Yo, flame, we're up" Trish yelled at me. I sighed and took my guitar in my hand and walked onto the stage with everyone. The crowd started cheering.

Emily walked up to the microphone at the front of the stage, me, Trish and josh walked behind her and took our positions while Dallas sat at the drums at the back of the stage.

"Is everyone ready for some real music?" Emily screamed down the microphone. The crowd screamed and clapped. "right, as you know all our songs were written by the bands guitarist and backing vocals, Flame." I waved at the audience. "he first song is called 'my medicine'"

Trish started with the song then we all joined in, soon getting into it.

Somebody mixed my medicine

Somebody mixed my medicine

Where you hurt where you sleep

And you sleep where you lie

Now you're in deep and

now you're gonna cry

You got a woman to your left

and a boy to your right

Start to sweat so hold me tight

somebody mixed my medicine

I don't know what I'm on

Somebody mixed my medicine

But baby it's all gone

Somebody mixed my medicine

Somebody's in my head again

Somebody mixed my medicine again, again

I'll drink what you leak

And I'll smoke what you sigh

Straight across the room with a look in your eye

I got a man to his left and a girl to his right

Start to sweat so hold me tighter

Somebody mixed my medicine

I don't know what I'm on

Somebody mixed my medicine

But baby it's all gone

Somebody mixed my medicine

Somebody's in my head again

Somebody mixed my medicine again, again

There's a tiger in the room and a baby in the closet

For another drink mom

I don't even want it

Then I turn around and think I see someone that looks like you

Where you hurt where you sleep

You sleep where you lie

Now you're in deep and now you're gonna cry

You got a woman to your left

and a boy to your right

Start to sweat so hold me tighter

Somebody mixed my medicine

I don't know what I'm on

Somebody mixed my medicine

But baby it's all gone

Somebody mixed my medicine

Somebody's in my head again

Somebody mixed my medicine again

somebody mixed my medicine

Somebody's in my head again

Somebody mixed my medicine

again, again, again (1)

The crowd danced along and some even sang along. We finished and played the rest of our songs, enjoying each one.

The crowd cheered and we walked off the stage, back into the room.

"Awesome show guys, we fucking killed" Emily said as she tied her hair into a high ponytail. I nodded in agreement while taking out a short, black dress from my bag.

"fuck sake flame, are you going clubbing again?!" Trish asked. I smirked and held the dress over my body, it barely covering anything. She rolled her eyes at me. "How do you even get into the clubs, your only 16" I took my short skirt off and my tank top and slipped the dress on easily. It went well with my knee-high black boots.

I shrugged "it involves a lot of flirting… and sometimes more if you know what I mean" I said with a playful wink. She gave me a disgusted look.

"That's fucking sick. I can't believe you just fuck any random guy to get into some shit club!" Trish yelled at me.

I scoffed "Since when were you my mom?! It's my life, Trish" I argued back. She sighed and shrugged.

"whatever, Flame. Have fun" she said with a grin. I laughed and nodded.

I quickly wiped off my lipstick and replaced it with a Barbie pink lip gloss and I messed up my curly hair a little.

"Hey. Could you take my guitar back, please" I asked. She nodded and took the guitar off me.

I smiled and waved "See you tomorrow" I said before walking out into the club. I looked around and decide to go somewhere different. I quickly walked past everyone and entered the cold night air. I hugged my arms and set off on a search for a good night club.


I was currently about to give up looking until a night club caught my eye called 'dirty dancing'. sounds cool. I skipped to the front door and smiled at the bouncer. "Hey" I said flirtatiously. He eyed my dress then winked at me.

"Can I please come in, I'm no trouble" I asked, twirling a piece of hair with my index finger. He grinned and stepped aside. I giggled and walked past him into the club. "Idiot" I mumbled under my breath. I walked into the club with blue lighting. I looked around for any hot guys. But walked over to the bar instead.

"Hey sexy, what can I get you?" the bar tender asked as he licked his lips. I smiled back.

"Can I have a shot of vodka, please?" I asked battering my eyelashes. H nodded and poured the drink then handed it to me.

"On the house, my fine woman" he said huskily. I nodded and downed the drink, it burning my throat on the way down, but still giving me a buzz.

I smiled at the bartender and ran off to the dance floor. I quickly grabbed the first cute guy I saw and began grinding against him, hard. He took a hold of my hips and pushed himself more into me. I spun around and smirked at him. "someone's keen" I whispered into his ear. He smirked back and outlined my curves with his hands. I pressed my lips forcefully against his and swung my left leg around his waist. He kissed back twice as hard, sticking his tongue half way down my throat. I pulled away and winked at him, then walked to the other side of the dance floor to do exactly the same to another guy.


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(1) : My medicine - the pretty reckless (They rock!)