AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Hello! After a year of discovering this beautiful website, I have decided to publish my very own fanfiction! *applause* *bows* *blows kisses* thank you, thank you. ;) I decided to do this… different take on Austin & Ally because…. Well because I can! Numerous composition books that have been filled with a bunch of different stories that I have never been able to finish. Well not this time! This time, I WILL CONQUER! *raises fist*
And now…. WE BEGIN!
FYI, I do not own Austin & Ally
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The doors of Sonic Boom have remained open all day, beckoning the citizens of Miami to enter. However, it seems as though everyone has already left early for Labor Day weekend. The store's only worker thought about this with dismay. While aimlessly tapping her pencil on the countertop, she was contemplating whether or not to just close up early and call her friend, Trish for a sleepover.
She had nearly dialed her energetic Latino friend when the distinct ring of the store's doors interrupted her. But yet, she plastered a smile on her face and straightened her name tag that read 'Ally'.
"Welcome to Sonic Boom, let me know if I can be of any assistance." Said Ally in her most cheerful voice she could muster at this hour.
The customer, whose face was shrouded by the hood of his black jacket, merely nodded and continued to examine the guitar displays and bongos.
After keeping an eye on the suspicious character for nearly ten minutes, Ally decided to surrender her thoughts to the confinements of her journal/diary/songbook. She pulled out the leather bond book from underneath the counter and opened to a fresh page. From the white, porcelain mug besides the register, she produced a blue pen and began lazily writing lyrics to a song she was working on. Unfortunately though, that song would never be heard due to her horrible stage fright that has controlled her life for the past three years.
Ally yawned and put away her book when her eyes began to glaze over. Absent mindedly, she checked her phone for any texts and realized it was already past closing time. She looked up from the screen of her Smartphone and suppressed a scream.
The hooded figure from before was still in the store and clutching a pair of drumsticks in one hand while anxiously tapping the counter top with the other.
"I'm so sorry Sir; I didn't know you were ready to check out." She sheepishly held out her hand for his idem.
He merely nodded in forgiveness and handed over the sticks and watched her scan and place them in a bag. "Did you find everything to your liking Sir?" asks Ally politely.
He didn't respond, and just gave her the $12.50 for the drumsticks.
Ally accepted the money and opened the cash register and placed the change inside. But before she could close it again, she saw something swing towards her in her peripheral. She only just barely had time to duck before a baseball bat whipped at the air her head had once been in. She closed the cash register drawer and scrambled out from behind the counter.
The black hooded figure then clutched the bat even tighter and growled at her furiously, and lunged towards her. Ally only had enough time to cover her head before the assaulter tacked her to the ground.
She screamed and thrashed about the floor, trying to wrestle out of the tight grasp he had on her.
"Shut up Dawson!" grunted Ally's attacker.
She immediately recognized his voice, but couldn't match it to a name. So she continued to cry out for help until he slapped her across the face, silencing her to whimpering. Then he got to work attaching something to her belt. Now momentarily distracted, Ally then took the opportunity to knee him in the groin, making him release her pants. He fell down next to her and groaned miserably while Ally quickly crawled across the floor to behind the counter where her phone lay patiently next to the cash register.
She got shakily to her feet and had just brushed her fingertips across the cool surface of her Smartphone when something tugged her backwards. She had nearly fallen over again, but yet still managed to stay on her feet and spun around in time to see a thin, plastic cord, expertly knotted to her belt loop. And on the other end of it was the masked villain himself, who had also knotted it to his jeans.
The man also began to stir. He sat up slowly, but in the process, unintentionally caused the hood to slip off his head. Now exposing a head of blonde hair and two, beautiful, chocolate brown eyes.
Ally gasped. She knew who he was; his face is the same as a boy who used to go to her school. Who nearly strangled to death her old boyfriend, Dallas. The same boy who got kicked out of school because of it and sent to JUVY last year. This boy's name has been buzzing around her head for all this time. And he is…
"Austin Moon?"
YAYYY My first cliff hanger! c: What did you guys think? Not long enough? yeah i know *sigh* hopefully i can change that by my next chapter!
Until next time!
~jonasfangirling