Hey guys! Sorry I've kinda seemed to have dropped off the face of the earth for a while… School and sports pretty much took over what little of a life I have… Anyways… I've decided to write a sequel to Because, Ally, I Love You since everyone really seemed to like it. It's been a while so I apologize if I'm a little rusty…

Ally's POV

Austin walks into the Sonic Boom and smiles at me. For some reason the room just doesn't light up the way it used to. His eyes don't either as he slowly makes his way to where I'm standing behind the counter.

"Hey babe," he says, kissing my cheek. The rush of emotions I used to feel just doesn't come.

"Hey," I reply almost awkwardly, and unfortunately he notices.

"Is everything alright?" he asks, his eyes finally filled with something: worry.

In my head I'm screaming, "No! I don't know what's going on!" but out loud I only mutter a, "Yes, of course."

"Okay," he says disbelievingly. "I'll be up in the practice room."

I mutter an, "Okay," as he reaches over the counter and squeezes my hand gently, reassuring me. I always liked how he could make me feel a little better without even knowing what was wrong.

It was 7 months ago that he asked me a single question that changed both of our lives and caused not one, but multiple heartbreaks. However, it also produced a love song that was at the top of the charts in 30 countries, two albums worth of music, and some of the happiest moments of my life.

About a month ago, everything started to change. Austin seemed to have lost his romantic touch. He just doesn't go out of his way to do things for me anymore. Most of the time, it's like he's not even trying to make me happy, or doesn't even pretend to care about what I say. Aside from the occasional argument, our relationship now is almost boring.

I try to pretend everything is still okay, even though in the back of my head I know it's not. I laugh at his jokes even though he hasn't gotten me flowers since our 5 month anniversary. I sing our old songs even though our words for new ones have run dry. I kiss him even though I can't remember the last time we went on a date.

Two weeks ago, on our 7 month anniversary, I realized he'd forgotten the date. I spent the morning getting ready for the lunch he had set up reservations to. All afternoon I waited for him to come. He never did. The next day, I found out he didn't even know when we had started dating.

And yet he thinks it's my fault things aren't going well. At least I'm still trying.

The store is empty so I just start to cry. I can't think of anything else to do. I go to run upstairs when Dez comes running down.

Now, Dez is not a serious person at all, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have a heart. He comes around the counter and wraps his long, lanky arms around me, making "shh" noises. He seems to already know why I'm crying without even asking.

A couple minutes later, I pull away, and he asks what's wrong. I tell him exactly what I've been thinking all this time.

"Sometimes, I'm not even really sure he still loves me."

And he embraces me as I start to cry again.

Austin's POV

Ally could be dead and I wouldn't have known it, from the look in her eyes when I walked in. The happiness that used to spill over her edges has long since simmered down. She looks more excited in history class.

I kiss her cheek but the sparks just don't come off anymore. They died a while ago too. I don't know why I even try anymore.

She doesn't sound right, but she doesn't tell me what's wrong. Two months ago, I would've been upset with her from hiding things from me, but now I'm almost used to it. She's completely closed herself up, and I can't seem to open her again.

When I get to the practice room, I want to punch the wall. Throw something. But I know I can't. Then she'll hear me and come running up here, asking what's wrong. Then she'd see the tear in my eyes and I would tell her that I didn't know what was wrong, and that's what was wrong. I'd tell her I didn't know what was happening to us.

Two weeks ago, she forgot our anniversary. I went to her house at noon to bring her to lunch, and she wasn't even home. I tried to call her but her phone went straight to voicemail. I waited on her doorstep for over an hour, just waiting for her to come back. Later that night, I found out she had been shopping with Trish. And two days later, she comes yelling at me, telling me how she waited all day and never let me get a word in. When she brought it up again the next day, I told her that I must've forgotten the day we started dating.

She makes me so angry now. No matter how hard I try, she is just never happy. How do you read a book with only half the pages? Sing a song with music but no lyrics? Have a relationship with one person trying?

The doorknob turns and in the moment I think it's her I try to gather myself together. But in walks Dez and Trish, arguing about who knows what. In the 7 months I've known they liked each other, none of them have made a move once. So, we're all stick stuck with the bickering.

"I told you he would be in here. How does it feel to have me know Austin better than his own best friend?" Trish is practically screaming.

"I thought it was time for his pancake break," Dez replies softly, about to cry.

"Well it sure looks like he could use one right now," she says, studying Austin's face. "What's wrong?"

And that's when I started crying. All hope that maybe everything was okay and I was just imagining things was gone. I sat down on the piano bench and when my head came into contact with the keys it made one big loud noise. I didn't even care.

Trish, on the other hand, cared an awful lot. She tried to call for Ally but I told her not to, that I didn't want her to see me like this. A wreck. A disappointment.

And she held me like I was a child and she was my mother. And Dez went downstairs to distract Ally if she tried to come up. I was so lucky to have such good friends.

After around an hour I started to calm down a little. My sobs turned into small sniffles. Trish stopped running a hand through my messy hair and asked again what was wrong.

I told her the first thing that came to my mind.

"Sometimes, I'm not really sure she still loves me."

And I cover my face as I start crying again.

Well guys… What do you think? I would appreciate it if you left me suggestions and reviews! I have a general idea of how the story will go, but I am always open to new ideas! I'll update as soon as I get a chance. I love y'all!