Hey hey hey! Soooo I couldn't help but think that it would be hilarious if the Austin and Ally crew got stuck inside of Teen Beach Movie! I hope you guys like the story, it should be pretty funny soon. Warning: this is a LelaXBrady story. I know, I know, but that's what happens when I think that Ross looks cuter with Grace than with Maia.

Oh, this is also and AustinXAlly fic. lol I couldn't help myself!

Disclamier: I do not own Austin and Ally or Teen Beach Movie!

CHAPTER ONE

Austin's POV:

I was basically jumping up and down in my seat, my eyes wide with excitement, "This is going to be awesome!"

Ally rolled her eyes next to me and nudged my arm, "Calm down Austin, haven't you been to California before?" she asked, her chocolate brown eyes bright.

"Well yeah," I answered her, adjusting my seatbelt a little, "of course I have, it's just that this time is going to be extra special because I'm with you…"

I thought I saw her cheeks turn light pink for a moment, but I didn't think too hard about it. I was far too excited to take any notice to my heart fluttering in my chest. Dez turned around in the driver's seat, a warm smile on his freckled face.

"Aww, thanks buddy!" he obviously didn't realize that I was talking to Ally.

"Dez!" Trish yelled and slapped him from the passenger seat, "Keep your eyes on the road, you doof!"

"Oh, sorry!" he shook his head and whipped back around. The car jerked to the side as he stopped it from swerving off the road.

"Dez, you went with me to California last time," I pointed out and he frowned, rolling his eyes and mumbling something under his breath.

I chose not to pay attention to him. My leg was shaking from impatience and I was fiddling with my silver whistle necklace. California was going to be so much fun! I was hoping to finally learn how to surf. We were staying in a small, beachy hotel (you know, the kind with wooden walls and sand on the floors that served real food for breakfast) just off the boardwalk. I picked it because apparently it had an amazing view of the ocean and was really close to a cool little surf shop where I was hoping to buy my first surfboard. I was super excited to spend lots of time just chilling and hanging out at a new beach. Besides, it'd give me a nice break from my work back in Miami. And hey, maybe I'd meet a cute girl in the process!

Brady's POV:

I ran up the beach, carrying my surfboard under my arm. My girlfriend, Mack, was waiting for me back at Big Poppa's, the surfboard shop that her grandfather owned. She also happened to live there. Once I reached the wooden steps, I laid my board down to dry and grabbed a towel off of the fence that bordered the porch, drying off my messy blonde hair.

"Hey frat boy," I heard the most perfect voice sound behind me.

I tuned around, letting the towel hang over my shoulders, and smiled down at Mack. I laughed at the joke she'd made, but it also brought back the thoughts of our time in Wet Side Story. I felt a pang in my chest, but played along.

"Sup' Elvis?" I said, swinging my arm over her shoulder.

The truth was, I really missed everyone from Wet Side Story, my favorite sixties beach movie that Mack and I had gotten stuck in last summer. Every time I watched the movie, I felt like I could have done things differently, made more of my time there. I was so preoccupied with helping Mack get home that I didn't really have time to just hang out. Maybe I should have stayed, maybe I should have talked to the guys more, maybe I should have sang more songs, maybe should have let Lela kiss me. Sadly, I couldn't get my time there back, even if I wanted to.

We walked into the shop and saw Mack's grandfather sanding a new board. I smiled at him and he waved his hand, showing that he noticed me.

"Oh!" Mack exclaimed, "Right, I wanted to show you something!" She grabbed my hand and pulled me down the hall and into her bedroom. I sat down on her bed (which was definitely more comfy than mine) and watched her rummage through the chest at the foot of the bed, "I got something for you."

I furrowed my brow and tilted my head a little, "Really? You didn't have to do that Mack, you know I'm going to feel guilty for not getting you something now…"

"Well don't be," she scoffed, pulling out a small box and closing the chest. I blinked at the box in curiosity when she placed it in my hands.

I pulled the top of the box and reached in, the feeling of a small, cold, chain sending shivers up my arm. I took it out of the box and set it aside. Mack looked at me as if she was waiting for me to see something. There was a silver, tube-looking thing hanging off the long necklace, "What is it?" I asked.

She sighed and rolled her eyes, grabbing the silver tube and shoving it in between my lips, "Just blow into it."

I did as she was told and suddenly I heard a loud, whistling sound emit from the tube. I spat it out and my face broke out into a huge smile, "A whistle! Awesome, thanks Mack!" I'd wanted a whistle for a while now. I figured with my summer lifeguard training, I could use one.

"Yeah, and it doesn't look all tacky and stuff!" she laughed, fastening it around my neck so that it hung low across my chest.

"It's pretty rad; I love it!" I was still smiling as I jumped up and hugged her quickly.

She smiled, obviously pleased with my reaction to her gift. We walked out of her room and down the hall again. I slowed down when I heard a familiar song playing from the workshop. A dark cloud suddenly came over me. The voices I used to sing and rejoice to were now just harsh memories of what I could have done differently. To tell you the truth, I really liked Mack, she was sweet, and pretty, and was a great girl, but I wasn't in love with her. Well, at least, not like I was in love with the dark-haired, ice blue-eyed, beauty singing Fallin' For Ya from behind the TV screen just one room over from me.

Soooo? Like or dislike? Please review if ya want to see more of this story! I'm totally open for suggestions and advice as well. Thanks lads, I appriciate ya reading this!