I hate my sister right now and I'm pretty sure Trish is loving how the situation turned out.

My little sister Emma, who is thirteen-years-old by the way, won tickets for a concert and the only way she convinced our father to let her go was to add me to the equation.

Ever since I got my driver's license two years ago, I've been that bratty kid's chauffeur, listening to that god awful tween music every single day.

Then my dad told me I had to babysit her at one of those concerts.

"I think he wants me to become deaf," I complained to Trish earlier today.

"Oh, come on, Ally!" She replied. "It can't be as bad as you think. Who are you guys seeing, anyways?"

"Probably some kid who hasn't gone through puberty yet so he still sounds like a girl," I mumbled annoyingly.

So maybe I was overreacting, but Emma destroyed what could have possibly been the best night of my life.

Dallas, the cell phone accessory cart guy, asked me out yesterday. I've had a major crush on him ever since I started working at Sonic Boom and it felt like a dream come true.

Emma's concert was the record scratch that ruined the illusion.

Trish heard the tone of my voice. "Can't you and Dallas go out another time?"

"I would totally be okay with rescheduling if he ever texted back."

Noticing that I was still in a dark mood, my best friend said the only thing that could cheer me up. "Do you think you'd want an extra hand tonight?"

I smiled and I'm pretty sure Trish could see it through the phone, "You're the best."

When it was time to leave, Dad lectured to me again about being a responsible sister and to keep an eye out for Emma at all times.

"Dad," I looked at him in the eye, "You can trust me. I pretty much run the store so I think I can handle a teenaged girl."

I wish my father didn't own Sonic Boom now, since the location gives me a direct view to the cell phone accessory cart. Maybe Dad can give me a day off, I deserve that.

My father, Lester, chuckled at the last remark. This wasn't a secret since I'm virtually the only employee besides him who works at the store. "Just be careful, sweetie. Try to have some fun."

I hugged him goodbye, "I'll try."

I heard a door slam and saw my sister running down the steps, zipping past us in an excited frenzy.

"Ally, let's go! We're going to be late!" Emma shouted impatiently.

I rolled my eyes, "Guess that's my cue." Grabbing the keys off the wall, I walked to foyer where my sister was holding the door open.

"We'll be making a quick stop at Trish's then we'll head straight to the concert," I told her.

"Yeah, yeah. As long as we can make it in time. Good thing I got 3 tickets then."

"Who are we seeing perform, by the way?" I finally asked.

Emma smiled wildly at that, "We're going to see Austin Moon!"

Oh.

I didn't mean that as a bad Oh, more like a surprised Oh.

It's not like I hate the guy, I think he has an amazing voice. It helps that he's quite the looker, too. Blond hair, kind brown eyes, beautiful smile, and tall as a tree.

What surprised me was that I'm finally going to see the man I've seen come and go through the music shop on many occasions perform live.

Nobody, not even my family, or Trish for that matter, knows that I've met, and sometimes hold a conversation with, superstar Austin Moon. Even he doesn't know that I know him.

He usually comes in with a black cap and sunglasses, browsing around the medley of instruments and most of the time keeps to himself.

"Hey, Ally," he greeted me warmly when it was time to ring him up.

"Hi, Aaron," I said amusingly. It never fails to bring a smile on my face whenever I called him that. I looked at his purchases. "Harmonicas, huh?"

He shrugged lightly with a smirk tugging at his lips, "Thought it was time I learned a new instrument."

"So you've already mastered the trumpets, then?"

"You know it."

I chuckled at his playful arrogance, surprisingly adding to his charm. "I wish I had your talent at picking up instruments quickly like that."

"Trust me, you don't." I looked up at his face, his eyes shielded by the tinted sunglasses yet he still seemed sad before he brightened back up again. "Just means you'll get bored more quickly."

I gave him a small grin before handing him the bag of harmonicas. "Hope you have fun with them. Have a great day, Aaron." There goes that smile again.

Austin tipped his hat in a way that reminded me of a country farmer chewing on a piece of straw. "As do you, Miss Ally. Until next time."

That was a few months ago. Looks like we're going to meet again, Mr. Moon.

For the first time tonight, I actually didn't mind that Emma ruined my date.

I honked the horn when I arrived at Trish's house and was pleasantly surprised to see her come out almost immediately.

She was dressed in her usual animal print get-up. Cheetah spotted blouse and headband, with matching shoes and metallic black leggings. None of it would be complete without her plain black earrings and her zebra-print clutch. Trish de la Rosa, everyone.

"You are on time," I pointed out when she entered the car.

"Yeah, well, you seemed like you had pissy day so I didn't want to add on to that fire," she replied.

I smiled gratefully at her, touched by her thoughtfulness, however crass she may have sounded.

Trish may be aggressive and bossy, sometimes lazy and shallow, but she is still my best friend and knows me better than anyone else. She can always be counted on when I needed it.

"Like I said, you are the best."

"What else is new?" She replied good humoredly.

"Anyways, I'm not as annoyed now since I actually don't hate who we're going to see."

"And that is...?"

"Austin Moon."

Her jaw dropped and if it were humanly possible, it would have dropped to the floor. " . You're kidding, right?"

"Nope," I said, popping the 'p' quite loudly. "Serious as a heart attack."

"Ally."

I looked at Trish when she called me, stopped momentarily at the red light.

"Do you have ANY idea how popular this concert is? It's been sold out for MONTHS!" Trish paused slightly to turn around to look at my sister. "How the hell did you get these tickets?"

"Geez, Trish! Language!"

The light turned green so I couldn't see her and Emma roll their eyes but I could tell that they did.

"I won them from a radio contest!" Emma explained happily. "I was calling forever when they finally picked up. I almost didn't get them since I'm not old enough," she mentioned brattily.

"Just be happy dad gave his permission. Otherwise, we all would be suffering your whining for weeks."

Emma stuck her tongue out defiantly. I scowled at her from the mirror. Brat.

"I'm glad your dad is making you come now," Trish teased. "I love Austin Moon's music!"

"Me, too," I admitted.

"Admit it. You're glad you missed the date with Dallas."

Almost instantly, I saw the music prodigy of a man standing in front me with his playful smirk. Until next time, Miss Ally.

I smiled secretively, "Maybe."

For 3 hours, Trish, Emma, and I danced and sang until our bodies were sore, moving with the beat and vibrations the amplifiers and speakers were causing.

And it wasn't until we were in line for autographs did things take an... interesting turn.

"Emma, do you really need an autograph?" I complained. My feet were killing me and I just wanted to go home and sleep on my very big and comfy bed.

"Yes!" She shrieked. "I also won a meet-and-greet so we are STAYING until I say so!"

"I can't believe you two are related," Trish muttered.

"I was never that bratty right?"

"Hell no! If it was anyone, it would've been me," she pointed out.

I sighed quietly again. Emma was being more difficult than usual. The prospect of meeting a celebrity, a hot male at that, finally got to her.

"I wouldn't be surprised if she jumped over that table and tackled the guy," Trish gambled.

My eyes widened, "Please don't let her hear that! She might take it as a suggestion!"

"Then she has more guts than I thought."

"Way more than any 13 year old should."

"Actually, more than you."

I gasped dramatically, "Take that back!

Trish giggled. "Why? It's true."

Emma turned around and added to the conversation. "It is," she nodded sagely, as if she knew everything about everything.

I clicked in my tongue in aggravation as she continued, "You're 18 and haven't done anything exciting, plus it's your senior year. Just accept it, you're boring."

I narrowed my eyes at her, "Wanna bet?"

She rolled her eyes, like she just couldn't understand why she needs to deal with people like me. "Yeah, okay. I bet you $100 that you can't go up to Austin Moon and kiss him in front of everyone."

I was so shocked and I wished that she wasn't 13 or my sister, just so I could punch the living daylights out of her.

She looked at me condescendingly and I knew she was waiting for me to take back the bet.

I may be immature for being so annoyed by her ways, but I wanted to prove her and Trish wrong this time. I have guts.

"Fine," I conceded. She looked as shocked as I was. "You better have that money ready, 'cause I'm winning," I smirked.

I felt Trish pull back at my elbow, her surprise evident on her face. "Ally, are you sure?" She whispered in my ear. I nodded.

And that is why, at this precise moment now that I'm in front of Austin/Aaron, that I hate my sister.

Thankfully, since Emma won the tickets, we were the last ones line for her meet-and-greet. She and Trish gushed over his autographs and took plenty of photos. Unfortunately, there were still loads of people just standing behind the red barrier separting them from him. Just content enough to watch him from afar.

"And who am I making this out to?" Austin asked without looking up.

"Ally Dawson," I replied nervously. Maybe I should have called off the bet.

Either he remembered my name or he noticed my anxiousness because he looked up abruptly.

He looked even more marvelous in person, without the cap and sunglasses. The sadness I saw before was there, but muted considerably yet it still shone through. He looked lonely. It changed to surprise in seconds. He does recognize me.

That was all I needed. I swooped in front of him and touched my lips lightly to his. It wasn't passionate but sweet and gentle. But the effect was so startling because my heart thundered in my chest, my stomach filled with flapping butterflies, my mind went blank, my temperature rose yet I had goosebumps all over my arms and best of all, the fireworks exploded to bright colors as soon as I closed my eyes.

The kiss ended as quickly as it started. I moved my lips close to his ears and whispered, "Until we meet again, Aaron."

As I stood straight again, his eyes widened when he realized I knew who he was all along.

I grabbed the autographed photo and quickly ran toward Emma and Trish. I turned around and saw him staring at me in awe and shot him a playful grin, tipping my imaginary hat his way.

For the first time since I met him, he genuinely smiled at me without a trace of sadness or loneliness radiating from him.