Disclaimer: I don’t own Austin and Ally
Ally’s POV:
I woke up in the morning at seven o’clock to the sound of my phone ringing. I slowly got up and saw who would call me this early in the morning. Especially on a Saturday. As I looked at my flip phone (yes, Laura actually has a flip phone and loves it) I saw it was Austin. You're probably wondering who Austin is and why he would call me this early in the morning. Well, let me tell you a little about myself.
My name is Ally Dawson. I’m 17 years old and I go to Marino High. I’m a senior there and my best friends’ name is Trish. She is a short, fiery latina girl who is not afraid to speak her mind. Enough about me though, I want to tell you about Austin. Austin’s the sweetest, kindest, most adorable guy you’ll ever meet. He has blonde hair that always seems to be perfect. Austin and me don’t see each other in person a lot. We’re only able to talk, text, and video chat mainly. Why you might ask. You see, Austin’s an international popstar. We knew each other before he got famous. We’ve been best friends since the first grade! Right after he got famous he asked me out in secret and we started dating. No one knows about this except our best friends, Trish and Dez (he’s Austin’s best friend), and our parents. He’s always on the road a lot so I don’t get to see him.
I quickly pressed the green button.
Austin: Hey Ally!
Ally: Hey Austin! How’s the tour going?
Austin: Great! The fans are amazing! I wish you were here with me though. I really miss you. Dez is great and all, but I miss seeing my girlfriend.
Ally: Aww. It’s okay. I miss you too. I wish I could be there with you, but I have school and you know how much I love school. How much longer until your tour is done?
Austin: Two weeks I think. Then, I’ll be back in Miami with you and Trish.
I hear Austin’s mom’s voice in the background. “Austin you’re going to be late for your interview!”
Austin: Sorry Ally, I have to go. I have an interview to go to. It’s live so you can watch it.
Ally: Don’t worry, I’ll watch it. I’m going to miss you.
Austin: I’ll miss you more. I love you.
Ally: Love you too Austin, bye.
Austin: Bye
I hung up and quickly rushed down the stairs. I grabbed a bowl of cereal and turned on the TV. See, that’s also another bad thing about Austin being a popstar. Our phone calls are very limited on time, so we don’t get to talk to each other that long. I saw Austin’s face and a reporters face come on the TV and highered up the volume.
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