Austin's POV
I just sat there, playing chords on my guitar. They were minor, as I was in an unexplainable funk. I knew it was about someone, someone familiar. I kept getting chords wrong, and not long after my last mistake, I just dropped the guitar intentionally.
I folded my arms on my desk and buried my head in them. Usually at this time on a summer Monday I would be texting or watching MTV, but with this level of boredom, all of my favorite things seemed boring.
I'm not sure, but I think I fell asleep, because the last thing I remembered was dropping my guitar. Opening my eyes, I saw my cellphone on top of my practically untouched Geometry textbook. I had a text from Ally, my songwriter and close friend. My mind began to wander away from reality and crawl into LaLaLand, population:Austin.
I thought about how amazing Ally was and what I would do without her... I guess words about Ally came out because I heard my voice. "Ally you're so beautifu-WHAT AM I SAYING!?"
As I snapped back to reality, trying to get what I said out of my brain, I opened up my phone and read the text. It read "Austin ur late, wake up."
Late? I looked at my clock. "FIVE O' CLOCK? OH MY GOD!"
I rushed down the stairs, and I almost hit my head on the front door. Luckily, I opened it just in time to run straight through. I don't remember much about my trip to Sonic Boom, but I do remember that I had to say "sorry" and "excuse me" many times on the way.
Ally's POV
An advantage of Austin always being late was being able to be late as well. It was four thirty, an hour and a half after Austin and I were supposed to start our songwriting session. After my date with Dallas, which is a movie that will be over in like twenty-five minutes, I'll go to the practice room. If Austin got there before me, he beat me there, boo hoo. But theres a 0.02% chance of that ever happening.
About twenty minutes later, Dallas and I were leaving the theater.
"Thanks for inviting me to come," I said. "Really nice of you."
Dallas smiled. "It was nothing. Anything for a girl as nice as you are."
"Oh you're just saying that."
"No, I'm serious, Ally! Is it hot in Miami, or is it just you?"
I giggled. "Probably both."
Dallas laughed. "Well I think you better lock up."
"I still have to work for an hour, even though no one's here."
"Boo." said Dallas. "I gotta go home. I love you so, so much, Ally." He pecked me on the cheek, as always, and walked away.
Butterflies danced all around my stomach. Did he just say that he loves me? Not that I didn't love him back... wait... did I just say I love HIM?! Oh great, now I would be acting weird all week.
Austin's POV
I sat there with my hands in my my lap and a bored look on my face, and Ally walked through the door. "Austin? You're here?"
I responded with the "call me a liar" type of tone. "Been here."
"But Austin, there's only like a 0.02% chance of you making it here before me."
"Ally, I'm begging you, please do NOT use decimals over the summer."
She rolled her eyes, and then sat on the bench with me.
"So," I said casually. "What's going on?"
"Oh, nothing much..." she replied with an awkward tone. "I went on a date with Dallas."
I don't know why, but I felt... sadder.. after hearing about that. "What did you guys do?"
"We saw Monsters Inc. in 3D... got a large popcorn... medium Root Beer... Dallas said he loved me..."
Immediately after hearing that, I fell off of the bench, and was knocked unconscious.