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You're My Favorite Song

Episode Name: Cake Batter and Choreographers; Part Uno!

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Natalie was annoyed.

That was the only way to describe it. So completely, utterly, and undoubtably annoyed.

With an aggravated grunt, she jabbed the screen of her phone, seizing the call with her mother abruptly. Her teeth ground to together. Her mother. Ugh. She couldn't help but groan.

The source of her irritation was no more than the woman who gave birth to her. The woman who was world renowned and loved by millions. The woman whose shadow she would bask in for all of eternity. No matter how much she tried to escape, she never could. Being the daughter of a superstar was pretty hard, especially when your talent couldn't even hold a candle.

But enough with the sentimental daughter drama, because right now, she was on a mission. A mission that involved a heck of a lot of ninja skills, her uncle's birthday, an expensive one-of-a-kind banjo, and a store in the mall called Sonic Boom.

It was rare that Natalie found herself strolling through the mall. And for a fifteen year old girl, that was pretty strange. But then again, when was she not unusual. Her mother was famous . . . and she hated it.

Her eyes trained across the grounds of the food court, where it seemed she was now located. She'd been stalking around for almost twenty minutes. completely lost. Very ninja-like. But seriously, it was like she was going around in circles. She passed the directory at least fifty . . . wait, a directory?

Taking notice of the life-saver, she walked over to it, thanking the heavens. Okay, so Sonic Boom. Slowly, she trailed her finger down the massive list of stores. It took her what seemed like forever to finally locate the music shop. Section D, Store 18. Directing her attention upwards, she scanned over the map. Store eighteen in section D was highlighted in red . . . right next to the dot that said, "You are here."

Quirking an eyebrow, she pursed her lips. So wait, it's . . . it's . . . When she spun around on her heel, she felt a flat look etch into her face like stone. Of course it's right behind me. Wayta be a ninja, Nat.

With a scoff and a roll of her eyes, she ignored her obvious obliviousness and the snickers of the people behind her who also took notice of her stupidity. It was only when she turned around and they saw who she was that the shut up. Figures.

Sighing, she straightened out her pale orange sweatshirt and gave her jeans a firm tug up on her hips. Just get the banjo and get out. Feeling a need to redeem herself and her, uh, ninja-ness, she threw her hood over her head and pulled at the strings. Her shoulder length auburn hair slid out the sides and down her shoulders. It's go time.

Nodding confidently, her foot took her into the craziness that was Sonic Boom. She actually felt bad for the one, lone, frantic girl who was manning the counter. It seemed at this point she'd just been shouting things and throwing random items at the anything but sympathetic customers.

Maybe I can help her out?

Natalie's finger delicately tapped at her chin as she searched for an idea. Once it hit her, it was as if a lightbulb went off in her head, and a devilish smile spread across her face. Cupping her hands around her mouth, she cleared her throat before shouting, "Oh my gosh! Is that Veronica Hastings?" For extra measure, she pulled a hand from her mouth and pointed in a random direction outside. "Woah! She's giving away free tickets to her next concert!"

And as predicted, everyone ran out of the store like wild banshees. Some already whipped out their cameras and pads of paper for pictures and autographs. It took all of Natalie's might not to get toppled over by them. She smiled in satisfaction. Thank you, Mom.

Now that the store was relatively clear, Natalie strode up to the counter with a huge grin. The girl was leaning against the opposite counter with her back turned and chest heaving with a mixture of exhaustion and relief.

"Hey, I . . ." As soon as the words escaped Natalie's lips, the other girl spun around with a shriek, panting even harder.

The frightened brunette tried to regain her composure. Taking large gulps of air and fidgeting with her hair, she apologized. "Sorry," she said, before letting go of her dark locks and smoothing them out. "It's been a long day."

Raising an eyebrow, Natalie glanced at the clock and on the wall behind her. "But it's only one-thirty."

The girl sighed. "Exactly." The two were in silence until the other girl, whose name tag read 'Ally' broke it. "So what can I do for you?"

"I need a banjo for . . ." But Natalie didn't even get to finish because she made the dumb mistake of removing the hood from her head, revealing her face clearly.

"Woah!" Ally shouted, throwing her arms out in disbelief. "You . . . you're . . . do you know who you are? Do you have any idea how much I love your mother? Do you know how awesome she is?"

Natalie's lips went into a thin line as she fake a laugh. Her features settled into an amused, yet not so amused expression at Ally's profuse questions. Looks like I'll always just be Veronica Hastings' nameless daughter. "Um . . ." she searched for the right answer. "Well, it seems you think she's pretty awesome. Ha ha."

Ally suddenly stopped and laughed nervously, grabbing onto her hair again. Guess that's her nervous habit. I just bite my nails. At the thought, Natalie glanced down at nubs she was cursed with from chewing them.

"Sorry," Ally apologized again. "I ask a lot of questions when I'm excited. Ask anybody." Once again, she pat down her hair. "Is that weird?" When the query clicked, she answered herself quickly. "Don't answer that."

Natalie chuckled slightly and nodded. "It's fine." Suddenly, she felt the urge to introduce herself and make her name known. So much for a secret ninja identity. "I'm Natalie, by the way." Her hand shot out.

Ally reached over and shook it softly, hand still shaking in excitement. "I know who you are," she said in a 'duh!' tone. "I'm Ally."

Mimicking her, Natalie replied, "I know who you are."

Ally's eyebrow shot up. "You do? Oh, wait, the name tag?" She pointed down to the shiny plate pinned to her chest.

Putting her hand back by her side, Natalie shook her head. "Nope. Well, yeah. But I saw you on the Helen Show a while back. My mom loved you."

The look on Ally's face now a hybrid of mortified, yet at the same time, slightly thrilled. She gulped. "You . . . your mom watched me on the Helen Show? Veronica Hastings actually watch me on the . . ." Ally trailed off as she promptly grabbed her tresses and nibbled on them.

"Yup." Natalie laughed, but flinched when her phone began to vibrate rapidly in her pocket. Sliding it out, she gazed at the name on the screen before putting it back in. Mom. "You know, I should really get going." She brought her attention back to Ally. "I need a banjo for Benny."

Ally's eyes widened. "I should've known you were her to pick up the StrumMaster Deluxe. That thing is worth, like, thousands of dollars."

Natalie shrugged in return. "Yeah, I know."

Slowly, Ally crouched down under the register and came back up with the shiny instrument in hand. "Here you go. It says that it's all ready been paid for, so you're good. But be careful, it's pretty delicate."

Taking the instrument from Ally's hands, Natalie stared down at it in awe. It was so shiny it was blinding, and she had to strongly resist the urge to strum at the strings, even though she'd never picked up a banjo in her life.

"Ally, Ally, Ally, Ally!"

The sounds of the screams caught both girls' attention, each snapping their head towards the shop entrance. And boy, did Natalie regret turning around fully, because all she could remember was a force colliding with her, a cool stickiness sliding down from her face to her shoulders and down her shirt, and the banjo slipping from her hands followed by a loud crack.

What the heck just happened?

"I'm so sorry!"

At the sound of the low voice, Natalie took a deep breath brought her hands up to her face, wiping away something slushy. Ew! Okay! So. gross. Shaking off her hands, she gazed up at the person in front of her. Golden hair was dashed with blue ice as well as slush covered cheeks. If it weren't for the fact that she was fuming, she'd say he was cute.

"What . . . what is this?" she snapped, shuddering as the liquid dripped down her camisole and continued on a trail down her stomach. Ew. Ew. Ew. Ew.

"I believe it is a Blue Raspberry Slushie," said a random red-haired boy from beside her. Leaning over, he sniffed at her drenched shoulder, before giving it a lick. "Yup, Blue Raspberry. A super size to be exact."

Natalie had to keep the bile from rising in her throat. Did he just . . . lick me? Her eyes narrowed as a defensive attitude enveloped her. "You touch me again and I will throw you into a wall."

Immediately, he backed up. "Well then, excuse me for trying to accurately identify the substance that has coated you."

Her eyebrows furrowed. Strange kid. Pushing the idea of him to the side, she kept her face hard when she twisted back to the blonde boy whose arms remained wrapped around her back. "Can you let go of me?"

Noticing this also, he quickly released her from his grip and scratched the back of his neck nervously. "Sorry 'bout that."

Natalie tried to regain her balance from her exit from his support while Ally began to freak out. "Austin! Look at this! You know there's no eating in the store! And now there's slush all over the floor and all over Natalie Reagan! And the banjo's broken and . . ."

"Wait!" The boy, Austin, stopped the paranoid girl mid-sentence. "Did you just say Natalie Reagan?" His directed his attention back to the girl who was trying to dry herself off. He jumped back with a start. "Woah! You are Natalie Reagan! I nearly didn't recognize you with all the blue on your face . . . " He trailed off, once he caught sight of her death stare. If looks could kill, he'd be dead before you could say, "Pancakes."

Natalie opened her mouth to retort back when she noticed something on the floor. "The banjo!" she cried. "No, no, no, no, no!" She ran over and picked the two pieces up from the floor. It was connected only by three measly strings. "My mom is going to kill me."

"Do you think you can get me an autograph?" Austin piped up with a huge beam, before retracting back from Natalie's sneer. "Okay, bad time."

"I could fix it!" shouted "Strange Boy", before ripping the broken instrument from Natalie's grip and turing his back to them, his hands working furiously.

Ally took a break from munching on her hair. "Dez, I'm not sure if . . ."

"Done!" Dez spun around with the banjo in hand, the strings tied together in a bow. He seemed rather accomplished.

Natalie's mouth fell agape. "What did you do?" She stomped over and took the banjo back. "I thought you said you could fix it?"

He just shrugged. "I thought I could, but once I turned around I realized I couldn't and just made it pretty."

The auburn haired girl ground her teeth down so hard she wouldn't be surprised if they all cracked under the pressure. But when she went to threaten him again, someone burst into Sonic Boom, throwing their hands up.

Natalie turned (slowly this time) to see who it was. A girl who was a couple inches shorter than her had strutted in, clad in a chef's hat and a giant cake drawing plastered on her shirt.

"Guess who got a job at the . . ." She cut off while she surveyed the scene and her eyebrows wrinkled. "Did I miss something?"

Natalie huffed. Yeah, a lot.

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Author's Note:

Hi, everyone! So I usually don't like to put author's notes at the beginning of chapters, so all of mine will go at the end. I fell in love with all the characters of Austin and Ally right at the first episode and decided to write a fanfiction involving an OC that I have created. I hope you like her! Haha. :) I will try my best to keep every canon character from the show in character, so let me know if I stray from that!

Each chapter represents a part of an "episode", which you can see this one is called, "Cake Batter and Choreographers". This will be broken up into four chapters or four "parts", which are sort of broken up like the show going to "commercial". Is that cool? Okay, haha, don't answer that. :)

Thank you all so much for reading this and I would love, love, LOVE if you left me your thoughts. I want to hear what you think! Reviews= Happy Author = Fast Updates! Haha I love that! Also, constructive criticism is MORE than welcome! It helps me make the story better for you, the readers!

Thanks, guys!

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