A/N: Thanks for clicking on my story. I'd also like to say that this is my first ever fanfiction so it may take a few days to post each new chapter. So I'll stop talking and just start the story.

Disclaimer: I do not own Austin & Ally, the song Jailhouse Rock, Gobbstoppers or Juicy fruit gum. I also do not own the address 897 Highland road, Miami, Florida (it is just a random address someplace in Miami).

ALLY'S POV

His sandy blond hair was matted to his well- proportioned forehead, the cause; sweat, nervousness, fear even. I couldn't help but stare through the one way glass. The boy I was watching only looked about seventeen, and that's why I found it hard to believe. He was being interrogated by a burly, mocha skinned man… at the detention center. The boy slowly turned his head. It was almost as if he was staring me straight in the eye. Impossible! It was one way glass, there was no way he could see me. I was almost in a sudden trance. Those eyes, they were filled with lies, but behind those lies I saw a teenage boy.

"Ogle much, Ally?" I turned around and jumped when I found Trish was smirking at me. Trish DelaRosa was my best friend. She looked towards a one way window, just not the one that I was looking through. Her cheeks reddened as she played with the button on her leopard print vest. She sighed the wow-that-guy-is-amazing sigh. I decided to avoid both of our embarrassment so I just skipped to reacting to her scaring me, even though I was over it.

"God, Trish… you scared me!" I said at last. I suddenly remembered why I was here. "So let's go on with it…" I finish off. A tear slid down my face, quickly, I wiped it on the sleeve of my buttercream cardigan sweater.

"I know it's hard to see your dad like this, but you have to visit him sometime." Trish comforted. Trish was always there for me, like when I faced my first breakup –Trish brought ice cream- or when my mom passed away and my dad got sent to prison. I forced back the lump in my throat and hugged Trish as tight as I could. I mustered all of my abilities to get up, and I marched down to the phone booth, muttering a 'thanks' to Trish.

I glanced back at where that boy was. I sighed and inserted a quarter into the phone machine. I looked up at my dad, as tears streamed again.

"Da-d-dy?" I cried through sobs. I couldn't even look him in the eye. I heard sobs on the receiving line of the call. After a moment of silence passed, I looked up at my father. He was looking down at his hands. My expression faded from a simple frown to a depressed frown. He wasn't going to say anything.

"He-l-lo Princess?" I finally heard him ask questionably. I sighed once again and smiled for a brief second, but masked it as quickly I could. He couldn't think I was okay with what he did.

"Yes. What is it?" I asked, fighting back another cry session.

"I did what I did… for you… for your mother…" he admitted. "And I don't give a damn that I was arrested for it…I at least got to fulfill my wish." he continued. "But I do regret throwing away the chance to kiss you goodnight, and to tell you stories…"

Tears blurred my vision and my ears rang. I couldn't hear anything. How dare he apologize for this. I had heard it all before, he didn't mean a word he said. He didn't even care. My hearing came back into focus.

"I love you Ally." he finished.

The line went dead just after that last syllable. Two husky guards handcuffed him and carried him away. I stood in thought, as "I love you Ally." replayed in my head. I turned around to see Trish holding her car keys in one hand, and a tissue in the other. She shoved the tissue towards me, and I gratefully wiped my wet eyes.

"Ready to go home?" Trish asked politely, giving me another friendly hug. She bent down to tie her pink running shoe. A box of Gobbstoppers fell out of her vest pocket.

"You had Gobbstoppers? And you didn't give me any?" I teased. I reached down and picked up the box. I opened it and tipped it on its side. Nothing came out. I sneakily peaked into the box, and gasped melodramatically. Trish burst into laughter and I followed. It was pretty good to get my mind off my dad every once in a while.

"Sorry, I was really hungry…" Trish admits. We both fell into laughter again. "Let's head out to the car-" Trish stated. She was interrupted by a text message. Slowly and stealthily, I looked over her phone to read the text. She quickly hid it from my view.

"Stop being so nosy!" Trish demanded. We both laughed at the seriousness in her voice. Trish's laugh was forced. A despairing look crawled across her dark brown eyes.

"Is everything okay, Trish?" I asked my voice shaking with fear. Trish looked at me with a strange frown, which was almost eerie. "TRISH?" I yelled.

"No…" she said calmly. Fear rose in my throat. Sweat dripped off my cheeks. Confusion overwhelmed me. "My mom…" she continued. I almost cried out in agony. "Is…" she added. A strange feeling washed over me. "Making us go through the side door. GOTCHA! Paranoid much?" she yelled.

"TRISH YOU HAD ME SO FREAKED!" I yelled. Trish snickered.

In no time at all I was over it and I joined the laughter. "Just please NEVER do that again…" I said angrily.

We walked down the corridor where the sandy blond teenager was. I glanced through the glass, of the room he was in. He was gone. Obviously, the boy Trish was watching earlier was gone too. Trish and I shared a short confused glance. I shrugged, shook my head, and continued down the hallway. I walked out the front door, and straight to the hot pink jeep (with the paw print stickers), parked in the middle of the lot. Trish ran to catch up. She clicked the unlock button from afar. I closed my eyes in exhaustion.

"For you m'lady." Trish said jokingly. I opened my eyes and saw that the car door on my side was open. Trish climbed in the driver's seat. Both of our seatbelts clicked in unison. I routed through the compartments to find some gum. As Jailhouse Rock by Elvis, blared from the speakers of the jeep, as my hand landed on a pack of Juicy fruit gum.

"Ironic song right?" Trish asked. I laughed. It really was. I popped two squares of gum into my mouth. The sweetness overruled my taste buds.

The keys turned and the engine revved. "Off we go!" Trish exclaimed. The car left the parking lot and headed down the street. I closed my eyes and relaxed on the faux zebra skin seat, as the song faded into the daily forecast.

An alarm sounded in the distance and my eyes shot open. "Did you hear that?" I asked Trish.

"Um yeah… I think it means there was a jailbreak." Trish answered, her voice rising in panic.

"Well… do you think it's my dad?" I asked, my voice rising a few octaves after 'think'. "I can't bear to hear that noise anymore. It reminds me of… that night. So can you drive faster? Please!" I jarred. I was getting impatient. Trish looked over and must have noticed that I really meant it. She jammed her foot on the gas pedal and was going 15 mph over the speed limit. The wind was rushing through my chocolate brown hair (with caramel tips) and I felt invincible, until the car stopped in the driveway of 897 Highland Road, Miami, Florida. That was Trish's address, and mine now too.

We entered through the greenish side door into the sky blue hallway. It was darker than usual in this area. I looked up at the ceiling fan and noticed a dead light bulb. That would explain.

"Moma? Popa? We're back." Trish yelled down the hall. I heard a grunt from Trish's father. Then I heard her mother.

"Be polite!" she nagged.

I removed my sweater and tossed it next to Trish's vest. We both kicked our shoes off at the same time. While Trish just kicked her shoes under the bench, I neatly placed my black velvet boots in the closet. I turned around to see Jay Jay breathing in my face.

"Hey Ally…" he said nervously. He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. "Um I was wondering if you-" he started, but Trish intervened.

"Get lost twerp. Ally doesn't wanna do whatever it was you were gonna ask her. She doesn't like you!" she said. She raised her fist at her brother. Jay Jay stepped away from the base of the stairs. Trish angrily stomped upstairs.

"What were you going to say?" I asked Jay Jay. I felt guilty that Trish was so rude. I lifted an eyebrow in question. After a moment of waiting for a response, he spoke.

"Um… just if you wanted to watch a movie with me…" Jay Jay answered suspiciously. He drifted up the stairs.

"Wait! How about tomorrow?" I called after him. He turned and faced me from the top step. A faint blush spread across his face while he nodded. We both continued up the stairs, heading through separate doors. On the door I entered, there was a do not disturb sign taped over a picture of a kitten I pushed open the door and it creaked.

"What took you so long? Did you stop and talk to Jay Jay? He is the MOST annoying little brother…"Trish trailed off. She made a strange stink face. I decided not to answer. I flopped down in the zebra bean bag chair near the TV. Trish tossed me the remote and a piece of licorice. "It's all yours." she yawned. Minutes later I heard snoring from Trish's bed. I was tired too, and it was late, so I decided to 'channel surf' until I fell asleep. I put down the remote after finding channel 8 (the Miami news). I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. My hearing tuned in and out. I heard a female reporter say "Austin Moon". The next thing I knew, I was fast asleep.

A/N: Sorry that this chapter was kind of confusing in places, but it will clear up as the story goes on. Please review!