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Austin POV

I closed my laptop and peeked at Dez. How would he react? Would he laugh at me? Would he be understanding and try to cure me with cheerleaders and pancakes? Mmm, pancakes sound good right now-focus Austin.

"Well...what was that supposed to do?" Dez asked and I sighed. He could be so clueless sometimes, which was good. It made me look smarter.

"My Internet diary. And you cant tell anyone about what I wrote in it!" I said making him swear.

"Austin, you're my best friend! I would never tell anyone that you have a crush on-" I slapped my hand over his mouth as everyone in Sonic Boom looked at us. Including Ally.

She started to stroll right over to us and I started to whisper shout at Dez. "Dez! You're not supposed to shout out who I have a crush on!" I whispered at him and he shrugged. Ally was nearly in front of us so I put on a nervous smile, and let go of Dez.

"Hey guys." Ally said slowly, giving us weird looks. "Whatcha talkin' about?"

My smile disappeared. "Uh…LeBron James." I answered quickly. Jeez, that was close.

"Really, 'cause it sounded like you were talking about something else." Ally said giving the look she usually gives me when she knows I'm up to something. Uh oh.

"No, no. Just LeBron James." I squeaked and thankfully, Trish came walking in.

"Guess who just got a job at Tech Town?" she boasted loudly and Ally walked off to go talk to her.

I grabbed my laptop and me and Dez ran up to the practice room. I shut the door and placed the wooden piano bench in front of it for good measure.

"Dez, you can't tell anyone about my Internet diary!" I told him and he shrugged.

"What's the big deal? If it's a website, can't everyone see it?" he asked grabbing a soda from the fridge.

I shook my head and grinned at my cleverness…is that even a word? Cleverness…cleverniness…no, I think it's cleverness.

"Nope, I set the privacy settings to undetectable!" I grinned and he nodded.

"Very wise." he agreed. "But I have a question. I thought you didn't like Ally? Remember that whole problem with the journal, and the tan, and the sweat?"

I nodded. "Well…it's like…Suzy's Soup. You know how at first we weren't sure if we liked it or not, but when we ate there for a straight week we found out that we loved it? That's what it's like with Ally."

"…but, you don't eat Ally…" Dez said slowly and I smiled, trying to picture it. Heh heh, weird. "Wait! Oh, I get it! Okay, it makes sense." he grinned and moved the piano bench from the door.

"Oh Dez, before I forget, I need your help to work on my Austin Moon Official Website. Ally designed it and…well, it's Ally." I explained.

"Austin!" Ally's voice interrupted our conversation and she sounded offended.

I smiled at her all innocent like. "I mean…my website's great. There's nothing I would ever change!"

Ally gave me that look she always gives me whenever she seems like she's annoyed by me, but she thinks it's funny. You know when she shifts all her weight to one leg, puts her hand on her hips, tilts her head, and smiles at me as if she's saying "you are such a dork". I love that look.

"Well, okay. If you don't want to change anything." Dez shrugged and began to leave, but I grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

"Dez!" I hissed.

Ally POV

I got in another fight with Austin today. We've actually been fighting a lot ever since he was acting all weird with Dez. I heard them talking about crushes, but when I asked Austin said that they were talking about LeBron James. And I don't think Austin has a crush on LeBron James.

"I mean, I just don't get it. Austin and I have always been really truthful with each other. We've told each other personal things. I've seen him in his trucks underwear. You can't get any more personal than that." I explained to Trish, sitting down in the food court.

"Well, you know there's only one thing you can do." Trish nodded sympathetically.

"Wait for him to feel comfortable, and tell me?" I asked taking a sip of my smoothie.

"No!" Trish laughed. "Squeeze the truth out of him until he pops!"

I laughed and shook my head. "So what was the fight about this time anyway?" she asked.

FLASHBACK!

I entered the practice room this morning to let Austin know that I wouldn't be able to work with him today - I had a lunch date with Dallas.

"You're ditching me for Dallas?" Austin asked, his hair falling in his eyes.

"No I'm not ditching you, I'm just…" my eyes wandered as I tried to find the right word. "Okay. I'm ditching you. Yes. But it's not that big of a deal, you miss practice all the time!"

"I come late. I don't ditch practice, I come late. The point is, you're always making a big deal about attending practice and not making it 'Austin time', you're being a hypo-hypo…hypocrite? Yeah, you're being a hypocrite!" Austin exclaimed standing up now.

"Why are you yelling at me? It just one practice!" I argued back.

"It's not just the practices, it's the songs you're writing! They're all about Dallas!" he defended holding up my journal which I quickly snatched from him.

"1. Don't touch my book." I said giving him my death glare. "And 2. they're not all about Dallas." I said flipping through my book. "Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Wait! I can find one!"

"It's whatever Ally. I'll see you tomorrow…unless you and Dallas have some date thing you need to do." he muttered walking out of the practice room and closing the door.

FLASHBACK OVER!

"Wait, so are you and Dallas dating?" Trish asked me.

"Well, uh…you know we never really made it official…we just kinda talk, it wasn't really clear - okay, not the point. Don't you think Austin is totally overreacting?" I asked and Trish hesitated. SHE HESITATED!

"Well, as long as this is just a one time thing, than it should be fine." she said slowly and I smiled.

"See! I only plan on ditching - I mean leaving practice for a date once!"

THE NEXT DAY!

"You're ditching practice again!" Austin exclaimed glaring at me angrily, making me grimace.

"Well, Dallas didn't really understand why I was so upset on our date, and when I told him, he said you were being stupid, so I defended you, and stormed away." Austin smiled at me briefly, but then quickly remembered he was mad at me. "So, this is kinda like our make up date."

Austin stood up from the piano bench. "You said this would be a one time thing!"

"I thought it was going to be!" I defended.

"How am I supposed to become a star if you're off galli-galli-" he turned to Dez who was watching us with wide eyes. "What was that word you said earlier?"

"Gallivanting." Dez smiled at me. "I read it on my word of the day toilet paper."

"Yeah!" Austin agreed. "How am I supposed to become a star, if you're off gallivanting with Dallas?"

I froze. "Wait, is that all you care about? Not that I'm not following my own rules, but that you're not becoming a star? Because not all my time is devoted into helping you?"

Austin was frozen and his face looked scared. "No."

"Yes it is! I can't believe you! You know, I'm really sick and tired of you always taking me for granted, and assuming that I have nothing better to do! Why don't you just write your own songs than?" I shouted at him and stormed out.

Austin POV

When Ally stormed out I was seeing red. I couldn't believe how badly she overreacted! I never take her for granted! And I'm the one who's supposed to be mad, not her!

"How could she be mad? I'm the one who's supposed to be mad! Ugh!" I shouted pacing back and forth.

"Well, is it really about the fact that she's not working on writing, or is it the fact that she keeps ditching you for Dallas?" Dez asked wisely and I thought about that for a moment.

"Mostly the Dallas thing I guess, but a little bit on the writing thing too." I sighed sitting down in one of the beanie bag chairs.

Dez set the laptop in my lap. "Write it out buddy, it'll help. When you're done, give me the laptop. I need to work on your website."

I nodded, and thought over the conversation between me and Ally. Instantly, I was fired up, and I began typing.

I don't know why I was badmouthing Ally, but I knew it made me feel better. Besides, she would never see it.

A LITTLE WHILE DOWN THE ROAD!

Ally had walked into my bedroom, and she looked sad.

"Austin, I'm so sorry. I know what I said hurt you, and that it was mean, but I need you to know that I didn't mean any of it. I'm actually really grateful for you. You make it so people can hear my music, but I don't have to perform." she said, and she walked forward and hugged me.

"Thanks Ally, that means a lot. And I'm not just mad that you're hesitant on your writing. I'm jealous that we don't hang out that much anymore." I explained slowly.

Ally smiled brilliantly at me and grabbed me in a quick hug. Best five seconds of my life.

"I have to go re-follow you on Tweeter!" she squealed.

"Wait, you're the one who un-followed me?" I asked feeling slightly offended.

"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaat? Psh, no." she laughed nervously, and then backed out of the room slowly.

I laughed as I watched her go.

Almost as soon as she was gone, Dez entered the room.

"Austin! I just got done with your website! You're gonna love it! I already twitted about it, and all my followers and yours are looking at it now." Dez exclaimed excitedly and handed me the lap top.

It was awesome! It was yellow and navy blue, and my name was spelled out in big bold letters and it was flashing brightly. And it was next to a moon!

"Dez, this is awesome!" I said grinning at him and offering my fist. He bumped it with his.

"Thanks, it was pretty-"

"AUSTIN MONICA MOON!" Trish's fist came down on my door, making me and Dez jump.

"What?" I asked opening the door, only to receive a slap to the head.

"Your blog! I can't believe you would actually-" I stopped her.

"Blog? What blog? Wait, start from the beginning." I said not understanding.

Trish sighed, glared at me, and began to speak. "Fine. Well I saw Dez twit about your new website, so I checked it out. It said it had a link to your tweeter, so I clicked on it and the link took me to this weird website, where you were badmouthing Ally!"

I froze and turned to Dez. "Dez!"

"What? There's no way anyone could see that, it's on undetectable. And I didn't put that link, I put the link to your tweeter!" Dez said.

"Than how did Trish see it?" I stressed.

"Well…there were a lot of tabs open, I might've put the wrong link…" Dez scratched his head nervously. "But that doesn't explain how Trish could see it! It's on undetectable!"

I grabbed the laptop and signed into my Internet diary. There were tons of comments on my most recent post about Ally. I went to my privacy settings.

"See! Undetectable!" I pointed and Trish smacked my hand away and took a peek at the computer.

" 'Undetectable," she read, then gave me an exasperated look. " 'unless a link is posted'."

I think I stopped breathing. "Wait, you don't think…has Ally seen it yet?"

We all ran out of my room and to Sonic Boom. When we swung the door to the practice room open, my heart broke.

Ally was sitting there, staring at the computer screen, with a tear rolling down her cheek.

"Ally-" I started, but she began to read aloud.

"Ally Dawson wouldn't be anywhere with out me. Ally Dawson is a coward who can't even sing in front of a crowd. Ally Dawson is ruining my career." she read, her voice trembling.

"You really said that?" Dez whispered to me.

"Ally-"

"Ally Dawson is a back stabber. Ally Dawson will stomp on everyone's feelings with out a care. Ally Dawson cares about herself, and only herself."

"Ally, I'm sorry-"

"Ally Dawson wouldn't be anything with out me. If I were to go solo, she would disappear into the world unnoticed." she read, finally looking up at us.

"Ally, you were never meant to see any of that." I said, running a hand through my hair nervously.

"And that's supposed to make it okay?" she squeaked and my heart dropped at how sad she looked.

"Yes?" I answered but it sounded like a question. Ally closed her eyes and looked pained. I looked at Dez and he shook his head quickly. "No? No. No, no."

"Austin, it's not just that you put it online to humiliate me, but that you actually feel that way about me!" Ally exclaimed pushing away from the desk, but looked at the computer still. "Do you even know what they're saying about me?"

I winced. I had seen some of the comments. They weren't very nice.

"DoubleTake21 says 'Austin you so don't deserve to be treated that way'. MrsAustinMoon says 'who cares about some untalented lowlife? You rock Austin!' Austie96 says 'Ally sucks, and is dragging you down'." she read out loud silently crying at each comment. I walked over to her and looked at the computer looking for a good comment.

"Hey! This one's good! DownWithAD says 'Wow. Ally sounds like such a wonderful person'." I pointed out but Ally kept crying to my surprise.

"Austin, she was being sarcastic!" she wailed and started crying.

I looked to my friends for help, but all Trish did was glare at me. Dez zipped open his backpack, pulled out a box of tissues, and handed them to me.

I smiled guiltily at Ally and offered them to her. She stopped crying, and grabbed the tissue boxes…only to throw them at me. Which actually hurt. A lot.

"Ow!" I squeaked. "What was that for?"

"Get out!" she shouted at me, making me jump. Ally never usually yelled. Whenever she was mad she usually opened her book and started scribbling, or she tried to talk it out. She never yelled.

"What? Ally-"

"No! If you think that I'm just dragging you down, then you write your own songs!" she said.

I froze. "Wait. Ally, what are you saying? You're still going to be my partner right?"

She didn't answer me. "Just leave."

So I did.