Ally POV

9 months earlier

"You'll never find the right person if you never let go of the wrong one."

With that I left him standing in that bedroom with a expression that read a thousand emotions. Anger, realization, shocked, but I didn't care for them. I cared for the hurt I found resting on his face. I hated him for that. After all he has done to me. He shouldn't feel hurt if he had never cared for me in the first place.

I should feel hurt. I cared for him. And I thought he cared for me too but that wouldn't be the first time I was wrong.

Opening the front door, I realized that I was still wearing his engagement band. It was tying me to him and I knew I wouldn't get over him as long as I had this, once great memory, now spoiled by the last name engraved onto it. It was just an expensive ugly reminder.

I left my bags by the closed front door and walked back to the bedroom. He wasn't in there anymore. He must have called his parents about this whole situation. It won't matter after today. They wouldn't find me.

I placed the engagement ring on top of my old dresser. The name written on there read what was suppose to be the new me. The new, happy me. But I was still Ally Dawson. And I was still heartbroken. I wasn't ever going to be Ally Moon.

Present day

The memory struck me as I sat in the taxi cab heading over to my new job. I've been working at a café since I moved to New York to pay for the bills. But I finally got a career. I'm a new writer for the New York Times.

I'm happy. At least I think I am. I have my dream career in my dream city with a dream apartment. But I still don't feel like I'm happy. I didn't understand until that memory resurfaced. I still love Austin Monica Moon. But I know I wont always will. I will move on and he will too. I just need more time. Its crazy to think how everything even started. Meddling parents, hurtful exes, and even unsurfaced feelings. All a hurtful combination that left me like this.

Crazy part is that I am actually grateful for the pain. It lead me here. I'm a stronger woman. Nothing is holding me back anymore, not my family, not a man. It took me a lot to realize I was unhappy and he was the tipping point.

The cab stopped before I could continue thinking of him. I quickly paid him the 35 dollars and left with my coffee and my bag. Maybe I should just start walking to work. It would be cheaper and I don't live far.

My phone rang before I stepped into the lobby of the very tall, glass building. It was Trish, a new friend I made since I moved here. The fiercest Latina I have ever known. I quickly picked it up.

Ally/Trish

"Ally! I found this hottie you may like to date! His name is Jason and he is per-"

"Trish! I told you I didn't want to date right now. I want to focus on my career right now." That was part of it at least.

"Yeah I get it but at least give him a chance."

"No thanks. I'm very happy how I am right now" Lies.

"But Ally..." She was whining over the phone.

"Trish I need to go to work now. Bye"

"At least think about it, little miss hotshot." Trish was whining over the phone.

"I will. Bye now." I hung up.

I continued my way up to the floor I would start working on. The nineteenth floor. Where all the new, semi small writers started out. I didn't even realize that working here would be my dream. But Austin help me realize it. We were arrange to get marry when I was still in college, studying to be a teacher. He helped me realize that I didn't want to look after other people kids but rather have them myself. He made me realize that I wouldn't be happy passing on knowledge in that way, but in print.

I was already in college for about 4 years but in order to get a degree for teaching you had to be in college for 6 years. So I used my remaining time to get a degree for writing. And most degrees are similar including teaching and writing so I graduated as a writer. I was never happier.

I guess you would like to know what exactly happen between me and Austin that cause me to fled L.A. and come to New York.

Well the first thing you need to know is who Austin is exactly.

To me he was, and still is, Austin. The boy who enjoyed pancakes as every meal of the day, who could play a trumpet through another trumpet, and who taught me and hurt me.

The rest of the world saw him as Austin Moon, famous singer, bad boy player, brilliant actor, etc. There is so much that boy could do. He sings, acts, dance, woo the ladies.

But people didn't expect for him to get engage to a nobody. That's where I came in. I was the nobody. One day he was grinding against a random girl in the club, the next he was planning his own wedding with another random girl. No wonder people were shocked. I would be too. But I was part of the scheme.

I was even more shocked to find out mister bad boy player was in love. But not with me. Remember that, okay? Its important to the story. But lets go back to the beginning. And that was dinner with the parents.

XXX

That was chapter one of my story, Untitled. It is now rewritten and titled Wrong One.

And for all the wonderful people that sent in new characters when I asked for some, I'm sorry. I am going in a whole new direction with this story so I probably wont be using them.

For example I may just be using characters from the show.

Please review what you liked or dislike. Anything that you feel would help with the story.

Anyways I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! (: