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Her book was right there. It was just sitting there, on the counter of Sonic Boom, taunting me. Ally was somewhere in the mall with Trish. I was supposed to watch the store while they went and did "girly things" like shopping and stuff.

Nobody had come in since Ally left. Maybe people only came to the store when she was there or something, I didn't know. I was sitting all the way across the room, trying to avoid the temptation of that book.

I glanced at the door. Maybe…no. Ally would be so angry! Remember last time you read her book? Oh god… I blushed, thinking back on when I turned myself all orange and sweaty to make sure she didn't like me. It's not my fault that I didn't know how to handle girls! I just didn't want to have to live up to her expectations! I mean seriously, Ally Dawson deserves so much better than me. And I'd make sure that she got it too. Why do you think she and Dallas never dated? He's even worse than I am!

I told myself that I shouldn't read it, even as I inched my way off the stool, slowly walking over to her book. It had been a year, after all. I hadn't even touched that book for a whole year! And I was sure that there was nothing in there that I didn't already know; she told me everything…right?

My fingers stroked her most precious possession, tracing the A on the soft leather. I slipped open the cover, using that weird string thing that is attached to all diaries and journals to mark the page last written in. It was today's date on the entry. I remembered that just before I came into the store today she had been writing in it, but as soon as I walked in she had slammed the book shut and hidden it underneath the counter. I'd pulled it out as soon as she left, but thought better of reading it.

I guess the temptation was too strong. Glancing down at the page, I read the first paragraph.

December 20th, 2012

Dear Journal,

Austin hasn't been coming into the store as often anymore. Most of the time I have to text him and tell him I have a new song to get him to show up. I'm worried that he knows. If he does, it might explain why he is avoiding spending time with me, after all it would be awkward if you had a friend—a best friend—whose feelings weren't purely platonic.

I was blushing, red as a tomato, I could feel it. I hadn't been coming to Sonic Boom as often anymore, I knew that. And it was because things were awkward. I had feelings for Ally that I knew she didn't return…right?

I thought back on hanging out with her recently, how her smiles were brighter than normal, and she blushed easier (not that I was complaining, I loved her blushes), and she giggled way more than she used to. But a couple seconds after she smiled, or blushed, or giggled, she would glance away from me, not meeting my eyes for the rest of the day. Had I…missed something there? I turned back to her journal, desperate to know more. And maybe I'd understand what "platonic" meant.

Trish tells me that I should just tell him. I'm assuming that's what our "girl's day out" is for today. She'll probably spend the whole time nagging me about telling him how I feel and all that stuff that she thinks best friends are supposed to do.

The problem is that I know he doesn't like me back. He could have absolutely any girl he wanted. He's AUSTIN MOON for crying out loud! Of all boys I had to fall for it just had to be him didn't it? The one boy that I have absolutely no chance with.

I couldn't breathe. She liked me. She said she'd fallen for me! I was about to do a crazy, Dez-like happy dance when I realized what else she said: The one boy that I have absolutely no chance with.

What the hell? I thought. I grabbed the book again, holding it close to my face as I read over the rest of her entry.

Austin could get girls like Cassidy—I cringed at that memory. I'd pretended to have a crush on her because Dez was getting suspicious of my crush on Ally. How much I regretted it now—in fact he DOES get girls like Cassidy. All those beautiful, tall, blonde, gorgeous fans that literally THROW themselves at his feet. Even if he is the only one I want (God, that sounds cheesy doesn't it? Oh well nobody reads this anyway) why in the world would he choose me? I'm just—

And then the entry stopped. She must have been writing it when I was walking into the store. I slammed the book shut, angry now. Why in hell would she think that she was anything less than gorgeous? She was beautiful, elegant, classy and she wasn't a fan-girl. I hated when they threw themselves at me. It simply wasn't an attractive sight.

I heard the bell on the door ring, scaring me so badly I almost dropped Ally's book. I shoved it back underneath the counter, then looked up and smiled, hoping whoever it was, it wasn't Ally.

Oh thank God, I thought, as I saw an older lady standing in the corner by the harmonicas. I walked over to her, asked her if she needed any help finding something before hearing the bell once more. I flicked my gaze over to the door and watched as Ally walked into the store.

Her outfits had been changing lately. She used to wear a lot of dresses, but now she wore mostly skinny-jeans and bright, classy shirts. Again, I wasn't complaining. Skinny jeans and heels? God, Ally had no idea what she did to me. She must have sensed me looking at her because she looked over, giving me a large smile before blushing brightly and looking down at the floor. She tugged gently on the hem of her pink one-shoulder shirt, ignoring a piece of hair that had fallen into her face and quickly making her way upstairs. I wanted so badly to reach out and tuck that one strand of hair behind her ear, but I couldn't.

I heard a quiet chuckle from next to me and I glanced down at the elderly woman I'd been helping. "Sorry," I mumbled, embarrassed to have been caught staring.

"Don't be sorry darling," she replied quietly, "my husband and I used to look at each other the same way."

I blushed a bright shade of red as she chuckled again and pointed to a harmonica on a shelf higher up than she could reach. "Would you be a dear and get that harmonica for me? My husband has had his old one so long that it's more than a little worn out. I wanted to buy him a new one for Christmas." I nodded, still too embarrassed to speak. Pulling it off the shelf, I walked with her over to the counter, ringing it up and packaging it.

The woman looked at the stairs behind me, cautiously, like she wanted to make sure someone wasn't listening. "Does she know how you feel?"

My eyes widened, face heating up once again. Let's just make this the official make-Austin-blush day shall we? I shook my head, figuring I'd never see her again so it didn't matter if she knew.

"You ought to tell her sweetheart," she said as she pulled the wrapped harmonica off the counter. She handed me a wad of bills and continued, "there's no reason to be nervous you know. She loves you too."

And with that she turned and walked out of the store. I worked my mouth, trying to get out a sentence as she pushed open the door. Finally, I was able to mumble a quiet "thanks."

"You're welcome." She replied as the door closed behind her. For an elderly woman she had some pretty awesome hearing.

I gazed up at the door to the practice room. I could just imagine Ally sitting up there, at the piano, lost in thought. I wondered if she was thinking about me. My fingers grazed the edge of her book, and something inside me told me that she was. Thinking about me that is.

I grabbed the book again and took it up the stairs with me. Knocking on the door, I tapped my foot on the floor until I heard a quiet "come in." I opened it and held the book out to her. I heard a quiet gasp before she screeched, "don't touch my book!" and ripped it from my hands. I laughed quietly and she stuck out her tongue at me, embarrassed but happy now that she had her book in safe hands.

"Look…I've got to go…do some stuff. I don't think I can come back today," I said, regretting it almost instantly as her playful mood faded to a more serious one.

"Oh. All right. You will be here for the Christmas party though right?" she asked as I walked towards the door, trying to stop myself from staying. I really did have some stuff to do.

"Absolutely! I want my gift, after all," I threw back over my shoulder, winking at her in the process. She blushed. I closed the door behind me, dashing down the stairs and making it out to my car in record time. Words were circling through my head and I knew exactly what I was going to do for Ally's Christmas present.