Can't Do It Without You

Ally's POV

Day 1

I kept trying to play different notes on my piano but nothing sounded right. My songbook wasn't filled with any ideas either. Just me. Sitting there. Obviously having no luck.

Just about a second after I think of calling Trish, the eccentric girl enters the practice room. But right now it seemed more like the-area-where-I-can't-come-up-with-any-ideas room.

"Hi Ally! What are you doing?" She asked smiling. As she said this I jumped for two reasons: 1. I was muddled in my own (sadly not song related) thoughts and I forgot she was there 2. She never asks that without wondering if there was something seriously wrong with me.

She stifled a laugh but I kept thinking so I was paying half-attention.

"How are you doing?" She said with concern. What is going on with her?!

"You sound like somebody died? And, as I aware of, nobody I know died, right?" I asked questioningly

"Sorry, I just thought you would be sad that Austin's gone for the week." she replied solemnly

"I mean I'm upset but it's not like he died." I replied

"Oh okay. I didn't get an answer to my first question..." she replied whispering the last letters of the word question.

"Well, I trying to write a song for both me and Austin so that neither Ronnie Ramone or Jimmy Star try to kill me. But I can't think of anything. I think I have writer's block." I told her honestly, thinking of Ramen Noodles when I said Ronnie's last name. Sorry if Ramone sounds like a fancy way (perhaps French way) to say Ramen. Also I really like Ramen noodles and I just might eat a package every night. What?! I like Ramen Noodles!

"That can't be true! Show me what you have so far."

"I told you, I don't have anything!" I almost yelled at here

"Maybe it's because Austin's not here." she said calmly like she was trying to get a crazy person to relax. Maybe that's was she is doing...

"Maybe you're right." I say concurringly

"I going to go shopping. You want to come?" she asked

"No thanks, I need to work on these songs" I explained

"Oh okay. Good luck" she said heading out the door

"I'll need it!" I shouted back to her since she was probably down the stairs already.

As I settled myself into the piano bench. I read the card on top of it from Austin's flowers.

I Can't Do It Without You

Day 4:

3 more days of useless songwriting went by with no luck. All I got out of it was a couple of restless nights, shaking hands and scattered crumbled-up papers surrounding the piano.

I tried to play another note but my hands told me to stop after hitting just one key. I tried to write but my hands didn't want to do that either. "Well what am I supposed to do!" I felt like yelling at them for there inability to help.

I walked over to the window. The trees in the distance relived my eyes from the constant sight of the piano. I put my hands on the A/C and let them rest there for a while.

Wow. I really can't do it without you.

The Day Austin Comes Back:

I stood on the pavement of Austin's driveway anxiously, putting all my weight on one foot then the other. What are you supposed to do when you are about to fall asleep at any moment.

A saw the sedan pull in with a surprised Austin driving it. Did I tell you that he didn't know our place of meeting? No. Okay.

He got out of the car and I instantly ran towards him. You do crazy things when you have practically been living on coffee. As I hugged him I said something that I don't regret.

I carefully whispered in his ear "I can't do it without you."