Baby I'm Your Biggest Fan

Prologue

(Ally's point of view)

"Here's your change. Thank you for shopping at Sonic Boom!" I say with fake smile plastered on my face. It had been a long and grueling day. Between trying not to get trampled in the hallways at school and the final exams I had today, I am exhausted! I sweep though the store one more time checking for any signs of a customer. When I'm sure there aren't any, I open my song book and right down some possible lyrics for a song.

August 19th 2012- Possible Song Lyrics

I'm a ghost of a girl that you looked right past

I'm a voice you didn't wanna hear

I'm a page in a book that you read too fast

But I'm still here (1)

"That's really good," A male voice interrupts my thoughts.

I jump, my hand pushing the book of the counter falling with a loud thud.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to startle you!" The guy says in an apologetic tone. Then he bends down to grab my book off the floor. He stands back up placing it back on the counter. My eyes sweep over him subconsciously. Two distinct features stand out immediately; his sandy beach blonde hair that seemed to be messed up perfectly and his deep chocolate brown eyes.

"It's alright." I tell him, placing my book under the counter, "Welcome to Sonic Boom. How may I help you?"

"One of the strings on my guitar broke, so I need a new pack." He explains with a dazzling smile full of white pearly straight teeth.
"Follow me please." I lead him to the guitar repair section.

"What kind do you have?" I ask him.

"Black Wing Acoustic," He explains.

I mutter a curse when I realize that the strings for that specific guitar are on the very top shelf, and I'm too short to reach them.

"Here I got it." He says, as I start to go get a step latter. Then when I notice how much taller he is than me standing at probably six foot while I'm four foot eight. (2)

"You were really good by the way." He says after I hand him the pack of strings.

"What?"

"Your singing, it was really good! Was that an original?" He asks again with that dazzling smile. I feel my cheeks become red as I stutter, "Err, yeah."

"Really, Wow, I can imagine hearing it on the radio!" He compliments. My blush becomes redder as I say a thank you.

"I'm sorry, where are my manners," He asks with a sheepish smile, "I'm Austin, Austin Moon."

"Ally Dawson," I say.

"Ally Dawson, I'll remember that." He grins. Then he says goodbye and leaves.

But you won't.

In my life time of fifteen almost sixteen years of existing I've learned that only two people really notice me. My best friend, Trish and my Dad. Sure, when I work at Sonic Boom those people notice me, but that's only temporary. Once they leave they won't remember my name or even what I look like. So why did I feel compelled tell Austin my name? He won't be any different from anyone else.

The next day, Trish watches Sonic Boom so I can spend the whole day on writing a song that had been buzzing in my head. Now I know what you're thinking. Why would I let my friend whom of which can't keep a job to save her life, watch my Dad's store? Well, let's just say this song has been in my head for a really long time, and Trish wouldn't let me down right? Right.

This brings me to today sitting in my practice room working on the lyrics and melody for a new song.

August 20th 2012- Song Lyrics

You never cared

Never tried

Never even asked

Maybe I didn't wanna say

You shut your eyes, told your lies, and you had your laugh

And that's okay

Cause you don't know me

You don't want to know it's real

And I'm not sorry

For who I am, for what I feel

Cause you don't know me

(You don't know me) (1)

I stop there trying to decide what to write next and that's when I hear clapping. I turn around, my eyes as wide as a deer caught in headlights, and come face to face with none other than Austin Moon. Today he's wearing a blue muscle shirt which gives me a chance to see his well defined six-pack, biceps, and triceps.

"Wow, you should be famous, because that was amazing! May I make a suggestion though?" He asks coming farther in the room. Instead of answering, I ask a question a question of my own, "How did you get up here? Didn't Trish try to stop you?"
He gives me a confused look, "Who's Trish?"

This time I'm the one confused as I say, "The girl down stairs behind the counter watching the store."

"There isn't a girl down stairs watching the store." He tells me. My eyes bulge as I race down to the first floor. My mouth is moving ninety miles a minute, "No, no, no! Trish is supposed to be here! There must be a mistake!"

It isn't a mistake though; Trish wasn't there, behind the counter watching the store. Of all the people she could've let down, she let down her best friend. She should've called me down to let me know she was leaving. But did she? No. She just left.

"Now I know how much our friendship means to her."

"Don't say that. Something important could have come up." Austin says from behind me.

I turn around and shake my head, "No she would have told me."

I let a sad sigh escape my lips as I go around the counter. Then a thought occurs to me. Why was Austin here?
"Was there something you needed?" I ask.

He shakes his head a bright smile on his lips, "No I just thought I'd come visit you."
"Why? You barely know me." My tone of voice is surprised. Besides Trish, no one voluntarily comes to visit me. There's my Dad, but he kinda lives with me. So yeah he visits me every day.

"Yeah, but I want to get to know you." Austin tells me. Then he comes around the counter and grabs my small hand, holding it in his larger one. I feel my cheeks getting hotter at the contact.

"Come on, I'm taking you to have some fun." He explains me walking out the door, pulling me with him.

"What? No, I can't just leave!" I gasp.

He turns to look at me and says, "Yes you can, don't you own this place?"

"No, My Dad does. I just work here." I explain.

"I'm sure he won't mind you closing early." He tells me with a matter a fact voice. Then he pulls me out the door with me protesting. When I finally see it's a lost cause and I'm already out the door. Man was he strong! I change the sign from OPEN to CLOSED and lock the door.

"Now what?" I sigh.

"Now we're going to get ice cream!" He says then starts to pull me in the direction FRED'S FREZZY ICE CREAM PLALACE.

What am I getting myself into?

Hello Readers of Fanfiction! I just recently became obsessed with Auslly! So I just had to write this story!

(1) You Don't Know Me by Allison Iraheta. I love that song so much! She has such a raw and powerful voice!

(2) I actullay looked up their heights.

If you have any ideas or you wanna obsess over Auslly, review or PM.

Also I love doing shoutouts so if I love your review I'll say it in the following chapter! :D

So Yeah BYE! :) :)- Goodgirl21