The Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade
Austin smiled as he breathed in the New York air.
You heard right. He, Austin Moon, was in New York City. It was currently November so it was colder than the sunny and warm Miami weather he was used to. He could see his breath and he was shivering but he didn't care. He was in NYC.
As he mused over this, he felt the soft fabric of a scarf hit his face. He smiled as he turned to the culprit, his best friend/songwriter, Ally Dawson.
"What are you so smiley about?" Ally laughed, playing with her scarf so it his Austin across his face repeatedly; a hit with each word she said.
Austin laughed as well and grabbed her hand to stop her, "Stop that!" Ally giggled and began to shake the hand that was enclosed in his so that the scarf continued to hit his face.
"Will you two stop flirting and come help us?! You know I don't do work!" Trish huffed from where she stood; a giant but empty float.