Disclaimer: I do not own Austin and Ally.

Dirty Jean Jacket

Prologue

"Hey kid, you can't sleep here." An officer lightly whacked him with the back of his hand. Austin jumped, stirring from his deep slumber. He flinched when his tired eyes were blinded by the light of the police officer's flashlight. He groaned and sat up from his spot on the park bench. It was two in the morning and the park was completely empty, excluding himself and the officer that had woken him. "You need to go home, kid. It's late."

"Oh, yeah. Sure, sorry." Austin grumbled out, blinking sleep out of his eyes. He got up the park bench and crouched down into a squat. He grabbed his backpack out from under the bench and threw it over his shoulder. He waved the officer goodbye and walked off, pretending he didn't notice the suspicious looks the cop was giving him.

His jeans were worn and covered in tears and holes, his wrinkled grey sweatshirt was faded and had various tears on it. The hood was thin and covered in muck. His favorite jean jacket was in slightly better shape than the rest of his clothing but was stained and covered in dirt. He had bought it with some money he was bale to scrounge a few years ago for the winter. The sleeves were made of black leather and was by far the most valuable piece of clothing he had ever owned. His red converse were falling apart and were caked in dirt and grime. He himself was dirty, his hair was a mop of tangled blonde tresses. He was filthy from head to toe, even his backpack was nasty.

He shoved his hands in his jacket pockets and turned down and old alleyway behind an empty building. He needed to find a place where the police couldn't find him. Austin tried the door of the abandoned building. It was locked. He pulled out a pin and picked the lock. Austin smiled when he heard a clicking sound. He opened the door and slipped in. It was empty and the walls were bare. He threw his bag down and laid on the floor, using the bag as a pillow. Hopefully, the police wouldn't find him here. He got lucky that the cop hadn't dragged him to the station on the spot. He definitely would have if he knew that Austin had no home. He had no family either, not that he knew of.

Austin was a homeless orphan. He had no friends, no home, no family, and almost no money. His earliest memory was of his foster father beating him half to death with a metal bat when he was three. He had spent nearly two months in the hospital in a coma. Austin spent his life in and out of a rundown orphanage in Chicago, switching foster families, up until he was ten when he ran away. The other children there were harsh and the older kids bullied the younger ones. Austin was beaten by them almost as bad as he was by his foster father. The other foster families weren't much better. They were dysfunctional and the foster family often forgot that he was even there. He knew that no one was ever going to come adopt him, so he left there and took charge of what little of a life he had.

He became a wanderer. Austin traveled around the country, never staying in one town for more than a week. He walked everywhere, unable to afford bus fair, let alone a car. He made what money he could by singing on the street corners. He didn't have an instrument so he had to make due with what he could find on the streets to make music. People seemed to like him enough to give him a good amount of money. His voice wasn't all that bad. He thought he was actually kinda good.

Every day was a struggle to find food and stay alive. The street life was cruel and hard but it was better than an orphanage. It was all he knew. He met tons of people but never made a real friend. He had seen dozens of cities and had been in nearly every state, but never had a real home. Austin wasn't depressed or angry with his life, though. He made due with what he had. He did his best to look at the world with a positive outlook and enjoy every moment he had. He didn't know when he'd be dead, so he made every second count.

He was seventeen now, almost an adult. He had seen practically the entire country and even parts of Canada. Now, he found himself in Miami, Florida. He had actually been there before when he was fourteen. Austin decided to come back. He wanted to see the ocean. He wanted to smell that salty air and feel the sand in between his toes.

He thought only of the beach when he crossed the border into Florida. He had no idea how much his life would change when he got there. He wasn't planning on making friends or finding a home. He was a humble, lost child without a purpose and that's how he lived his life. He had no clue how much three people would change his very existence.

Austin Moon had never been in love and never thought he would be, until he met Ally Dawson and got sucked into her crazy, beautiful world.

The Prologue everyone. I don't know where this idea came from but it's in writing now and I hope you like it.