A/N: Hey! Another Story! ahaha, i wonder if it's healthy to be so addicted to R5 and Austin and Ally...;D. My new fav song is What Do I Have To Do and Crazy 4 U by R5. :D Anyway, enough of my unhealthy obsession...lol. Please tell me if I should continue this story. It's different from my other stories. :) Just saying.

WARNING: Slight violence and language. You have been warned. :)

Chapter One: You Need A Break

Austin's P.O.V.

Austin's Penthouse in L.A.

"That's it Austin! That is IT! I have had enough of you!" Yelled my manager Della. I scoffed and relaxed back into my fancy expensive leather couch. Della slammed a stack of magazines. I rolled my eyes and picked the one on the top. The headline said, "AUSTIN MOON, BAD BOY POPSTAR, GETS INTO BAR FIGHT!" I shrugged and picked up the next one.

"AUSTIN MOON ACTS LIKE A DIVA AND YELLS AT DIRECTOR AT A MUSIC VIDEO SET!"

"AUSTIN MOON IS FED UP WITH FANS?!"

"IS AUSTIN MOON TRYING TOO HARD TO BE A BAD BOY?"

"AUSTIN MOON MAKES PERSONAL ASSITANT CRY AND QUIT!"

I scoffed. These rumors may have been true. But what do I care about it? The press loves it. They eat it up. They love the bad boy act. Everyone does. Who doesn't? I would love to meet them. They would change their minds the minute they saw me. I am indeed Austin Moon, international bad boy pop star.

"AUSTIN! Are you even listening?" Della yelled. I shrugged.

"Chillax Della. Take a chill pill. Loosen your belt. They'll eat this stuff up! When I first started out you said they'll love it." I pointed out.

She huffed. "They do eat it up. But not always in a good way! It's fine to be a bad boy. But you…are…taking…it…too…far!" She said. I raised my eyebrow. A signature Austin trick.

"You can never go too far with this." I say pointing to my award winning face. A face that thousands of girls kiss every night on their posters.

Della dug around in her bag. She pulled out another magazine. "You're wrong." Was all she said. She handed me the magazine and walked into the kitchen while rubbing her temples. Probably from a headache.

I rolled my eyes and looked at the magazine. My eyes widen at the large black letters that formed the headlines.

"AUSTIN MOON IS AN ILLEGAL DRUG DEALER!"

And below that another headline.

"AUSTIN MOON IS A SECRET FATHER! CASSIDY IS THE MOTHER?!"

"DELLA! What is this?!" I yelled running into the kitchen. She had her head in her hands.

She sighed. "I don't know Austin. I honestly don't know. I have no idea where this rumor came from. But you will not believe what kind of comments you are getting," She looked up at him. "They believe this crap! Do you know what this will do to your career?! It will ruin you! Even the police are questioning me! I told them that it was not true. But they're still suspicious!" She yelled.

I huffed. "So what? Just clear it up. You've done it before." I said with a wave of my hand. I walked away to my guitar room. I picked up my black electric guitar and started randomly strumming it.

Della was trying to keep up with me on her 6-inch heels. "Austin. This is different! Cassidy is saying that you actually have a son! The police are to the point of arresting you of something you did not do!" She said. I stopped strumming. WHAT?! That little bitch was accusing me of being a father?!

"How in the hell did she make it believable?!" I yelled. Della showed me a pick of Cassidy Coleman-singer, actress, and supermodel-walking the streets of L.A. hand in hand with a 4 year old boy that looked damn well like me.

"That's impossible! I don't have a son! When we were together we ALWAYS used protection!" I wasn't stupid. Whenever I screwed someone I made sure that we were protected. I didn't want the responsibility of some stinky sticky sneezing child. Hell no.

Della shook her head. "I know! I've been your manager for three years now! She probably just wants revenge. And she's doing a hell of a good job because that kid looks like you!"

I groaned and put my head in my hands. How did this happen? First I was accused of being an illegal drug dealer. Now I was probably know as Austin Moon, singer, pop star, and father and 18! That it not what I wanted. No...No…no…NO!

"What the hell am I going to fucking do?!" I yelled. Della was quiet. I sighed.

"Austin. I know you're not going to like it, but I have a plan that could clear this all up." She said softly. I sighed.

"Whatever. Just get it done!" I said. I didn't give a crap if she was tired. This was my CAREER on the line. The most important thing in my life.

She sighed. "Well…" I rolled my eyes.

"What the hell now?!" I yelled. She winced and I rolled my eyes at her weakness. Doesn't she care about how I feel right now?! She can be so selfish sometimes. Jeesh. (It's kinda funny how oblivious he is at this point. LOL)

"You have to be the one to clear this all up. Not me." She said. I scoffed and crossed my arms.

"Hell no."

"You have to. Your parents commanded it." She said.

What. The. Fuck.

She braced for my upcoming store…

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN?! YOU CONTACTED MY FUCKING PARENTS?!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. She winced and I had the urge to hit her.

"Austin. Calm down-." She tried to tell me.

"I will not fucking calm down! I told you not to ever fucking call them dammit! Why did you get them involved in all of this shit?!" I yelled.

"Austin. I do not appreciate your language." Said a voice. Shit. Mom.

I slowly turned around to see my mom and dad Mimi and Mike Moon standing in the doorway of my guitar room. They looked pretty mad. Well more like pissed.

"Austin Moon. I did not teach you to talk to anyone that way. So I do not see any reason for you to use that language." My mom said sternly. I didn't even flinch. I really didn't give a shit about what she said. I didn't give a crap about her or my family when I left for L.A. two years ago.

"You can't tell me what to do bitch." I muttered under my breath. I guess my dad heard me because next thing I know he has me pinned me against the wall.

"I am damn tired of your fucking attitude Austin! It was bad enough pretending this stupid damn 'bad boy' image. Bull shit! What happened to the kid that just loved to play music?"(1) He asked me.

"He grew up." I said cockily. My dad looked like he wanted to hit me.

"I have had enough! You are going to clean up your attitude and get a check from reality. No concerts, no tours, no fame. Six months." He said. I scoffed.

"You can't make me." I smirked at him.

"Damn right I can! We have a say in your career! We're still your parents!" He yelled.

My mom came up to me. She looked really stressed and worried. "Austin honey, please do this. For us." I scoffed, like that would change my mind. She saw my face. "If not for us, for Hailey." She said. I felt my heart drop. Hailey. I care about her more than my career. But of course I had to be a dick and forget about her.

I shook my head. "Fine! No music for six months! So what!" I said. I could survive. Maybe.

My dad shook his head. "That's not all. You're going to stay with your aunt Linda for those six months. She lives in a very small town. It will help you." He said.

I stood there in shock.

It was bad enough that I had to take a break from music for SIX MONTHS; but now I had to go to some small town that I have never heard of?

Ally's P.O.V.

I sighed. The sun was shining. And I actually felt peace.

I heard a screeched.

Well that didn't last for long.

With another sigh I looked up from my book and see my cousin Kayla run up to the porch chair I was sitting on. Was she really going to talk to me?

"Ally, where's Taylor?" She asked me. I felt the urge to roll my eyes. Taylor was my other cousin. Why did I think she would actually talk to me? Me. Ally Dawson. Ally Friendless Nerd Dawson. Yeah, anyone talking to me, wanting to be my friend; let's just say that there are slim chances for that.

I sighed. "She's inside." I said in a small voice. She smirked.

"You never talk do you?" She asked in an annoyed voice. Wasn't she supposed to a nice cousin? She was, after all, my cousin. Interesting.

She went inside, gladly leaving me with my book. I am all alone again. I sighed. I was in my pajamas so I went inside to change into my clothes for the day. I ignore the girls giggling at the T.V. and walk up the stairs to my room.

I pick out a brown skirt, white long sleeve, brown vest, and brown vests. I have never worn makeup before. There was no one to teach me. Except my cousins and aunt. But I would die before I asked my cousins. I comb my wavy hair and pull it into a ponytail like I always do. I clean my glasses and put them back on. I grab my book bag and walk downstairs where I find my aunt and uncle sitting down at the table.

"Hey Karen, Hey Joseph." I say giving them both a kiss on the cheek. I eat my cereal and walk back upstairs to brush my teeth. Passing Taylor and Kayla, who were watching T.V. and giggling about someone name Austin Moon?

Finally I'm out of the house and walking down the street towards the library. When I get there I say hi to the librarian behind the main desk and sit down on the same table I've been sitting at to read for the past five years. My mom and dad used to take her to this exact table and read to her for hours. But after her mom died her dad never came to the library.

He would always become too 'busy' with his work; always traveling so that he'll never have to stay home for long. And whenever he actually came home he would stay for a day and be gone the next day. Sometimes he would never even say hi to me. I had gotten used to the idea of having no dad.

That's why my aunt and uncle adopted me. I hadn't heard from dad in almost seven months and the courts had agreed to let them adopt me. But along with my aunt and uncle came annoying cousins, or now my step siblings. The oldest was John; he was 20 and away at college right now. Then there was Taylor, she was 16 and a total girly girl; she got on my nerves sometimes. Then there was Tanner, he was 12 and he was always pulling pranks on me. But overall it was John that understood me the most.

My father had left me without a thought. He didn't care. He didn't care about me.

I knew the tears were going to come before I felt them. I gather my stuff and walk to outside through a door right by the table. I walked down the path that I'd been down many times before. I come here every day. And I have never seen anyone here. So it's kind of like my personal place I come to think. I continue walking down the short path, enjoying the sounds and smells of the beginning of autumn. Soon I was at a water fountain.

I sat down and got out my songbook from my book bag. My songbook was a journal/notebook/songbook. I wrote all of my secrets in it. All of my feelings. I opened up to one of my songs and start singing.

Because of you, I never stray too far from the sidewalk.

Because of you, I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt.

I sighed and put my journal/songbook away. I'll just finish my song at home when I have my guitar with me. I also have a piano, violin, and two other types of guitars. The only things my dad left me.

I sigh again and walk back home, immediately walking up to my room and to my piano. I get out my book again and turn to my song.

I was about to start playing music but someone knocked on my door. With a sigh I stand up and walk to the door, opening it to find my aunt Karen standing there with a worried look on her face.

"Karen, is everything okay?" I asked, worried.

She sighed. "Ally, someone is here to see you." She said, pointing to down stairs. My eyebrows furrowed.

"Um, okay?" I said before following her downstairs.

We were by the front door. "Their outside on the porch." Was all she said before she walked into the kitchen to probably resume cooking dinner. I was confused. What was this all about?

I took a deep breath. I opened the door and walked outside and onto the porch.

What I saw made my heart stop.

My dad standing in the middle of my porch.

A/N: Hey! So how was it. It's...different. Do you like it? Please review and tell me if I should continue or not. :) Thank you so much for being amazing people! :D