Hey! So you know how I said I wasn't writing two stories at once? I changed my mind. I'm too excited about what's floating around in my head. It's not much, but it'll lead to something. Well, here's the first part. Tell me if you like it. I've never written from the first person point of view before so this is new to me. I'm also new to the concept of lovey dovey mushy sad stuff. Tell me if you don't like it and I'll take it down.

I was fifteen. Young. Naive. I didn't know what love was. And I was positive I was in love with Ally Dawson. She was my partner, best friend, and the best thing that'd ever happened to me. I did love her, I really did. But that's just an elementary school crush compared to what I feel now. We've been together for almost two years and just when I think it can't get any better, it does. She turns up to where ever I'm meeting her with those big brown eyes and her big, beautiful smile, holding out her petite arms for a hug. I got it bad. I'm falling hard and there's no getting back up. Just when I think I've reached the end of this never-ending abyss we call love, I plummet deeper, and I've never felt better. Which is all the more reason it breaks my heart to do what I have to do tomorrow morning.

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"Ally?" His smooth voice tickled my eardrums as he spoke my name. Austin. My Austin.

"Hey!" I exclaimed, scuddling towards him. I hadn't talked to him in like, 10 hours. Seen him in 15. I slowed my pace when I looked at his face. Really looked. Something was troubling him, and I didn't have any idea what it could be. "Austin, what's wrong?" I ask, laying my hand on his forearm soothingly. He put on a fake smile and took my hands. Pfft, he thought he could pull the wool over my eyes.

"Can I talk to you?" Alluding my questions.

"Something the matter, babe?"

"I just need to talk to you." He follows me up to our private practice room and I lock the door. Obviously this was important and I didn't want Trish or Dez barging in. He wouldn't look at me. He just fingered his dog tag necklace, staring at it. I never knew why he always wore that thing. It was blank. Wait, was it? Do I see writing on it?

"Ally?" He looked up, finally. He was hurting, I could see it.

"Austin, what's wrong?" I gasped at the idea my brain produced. "Are you breaking up with me?"

"No. I want you to have this." He took off his necklace and put it over my head. I saw the writing. Engraved in the metal were two calligraphic A's. A+A. On the back was my very favorite sequence of numbers. The date of Austin's famous "airplane gig." That's what people call it. I did NOT know it was going on TV. I hid behind hoodies and my hair for WEEKS.

"Aw, is this what you brought me up here for?"

"Not exactly... I have something else for you." More gifts? Goodness. I couldn't help but notice Austin wasn't his usual bombastic self. This worried me. He wasn't Austin. He pulled out a little black box.

"Au-au-austin..." my voice trailed off, already broken.

"Ally..."

"Oh, Austin, I-i can't! I'm only seventeen!"

"What?"

"I can't get married now, I- "

"No, no, Ally." He chuckled. The first smile I'd seen from him all day. "It's not that. Not exactly." He opened the little box and revealed a beautiful ring. It was simple, with no huge 25 karat diamond or anything. It was just a band. The words "Forever Yours" were engraved around the circumference of the ring. Little diamonds filled in the space between each letter.

"What's this?"

"It's a promise ring. I want you to wear it and promise me you'll always love me."

"I- OK. Of course, Austin." I extended my left hand and he slipped it around my ring finger. He smiled again at me. I saw just a little less gloom in his eyes.

"Thank you."

"I love you."

"I love you, too." He whispered, pulling me into a hug. He held me there, very tightly. For a long time, we just stood there. Finally, we parted when the door handle began to jiggle ferociously. I opened the door to reveal Trish standing behind it.

"Why was the door locked?" She asked teasingly.

"We were just talking..." her teasing smile faded when she saw Austin's face.

"What's going on?"

"Nothing... I'll tell you about it later...what did you need?"

"Um, nevermind." Trish responded and walked back down the stairs. I don't blame her being confused. Austin was acting weird. Now he was just standing there with his hand behind his head. He started walking towards me now, placing his hand on my back.

"Come on."

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So I didn't tell her what I needed to say. But my heart is broken all the same. Could you look the woman you love in the eyes and tell her something like that? Besides, Trish killed the moment. Okay, it was mostly because I couldn't do it. But she'll have to find out one way or another.

"Austin, are you sure you're alright? You're not acting right." She asked again. This was becoming difficult.

"I'm fine, really." I lied again. I couldn't decide if I felt worse for lying so much or for the reason for my actions. The only person I'd talked to was Dez. You wouldn't think it, but Dez is a great listener. I wished he was here now. I needed some advice. Ally stood beside me, admiring the silver band around her finger, tracing the engraving with her finger. I couldn't bear it. I couldn't look at her. I couldn't let her see me like this. I couldn't lie anymore. I kissed her head and left the store. I didn't know where I was going. I was just going. Going away. I should really be with her. I should stay with her. I should give her the best day of her 17 years of life. I should spin her around like that day at the park. Our first real date as Austin&Ally. I wanted to, I really did. But I don't think I could give her that in the state I'm in. I decide to go home and sleep. Sleep all the troublesome thoughts away and face reality.

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I showed off my new accessories to my best friend. She ooh'd and ahh'd and gawked over Austin's gifts to her heart's content. I wasn't paying attention. I was thinking of my boyfriend's melancholy behavior. I had to know what was wrong. It was eating away at my insides and driving me crazy. I wanted to chew my hair til it was frayed. But I refrained, for the sake of not worrying anyone else. Suddenly, I realized Trish was gone, and I was standing in the middle of the store, holding my hand out into space. I ran my finger once more over the engraving on the silver. Forever Yours. Forever His. Forever Austin's.

First chapter down! Like I said, new genre. I have a feeling this will be short. Don't be afraid to be honest in the reviews, if you hate it I understand. Just don't be mean or brutal or specifically point out all my flaws and crap. Please and thank-you (: