My radio interview was filmed about two hours ago.

I said stuff in there that maybe I shouldn't have. Stuff that will embarrass me in the near future, when Ally sees my interview. She'll flip out, and our friendship will be ruined, and she'll hate me for life.

Because... I said I love her.

Which is true. I love her a lot, it's a huge crush. Not some kind of silly schoolboy crush, either. It's a crush that makes me think that one day we'll be up on the altar, saying "I do."

But that'll never happen now, because I can barely keep confidential things to myself.

I mean, I can sometimes. Like the time I wanted to tell Ally I hated her song, but I didn't want to hurt her feelings, so I said I loved it.

This is different.

I only lied to avoid hurting her feelings, and that's really the only way I can lie, so people won't get hurt.

But now no one's getting hurt but me... probably.

Because Ally doesn't feel the same way, I just know it. No matter what, she never will.

Unless I find out how to control her mind, but that would just be... evil. And I couldn't do something like that.

I just need to wait and see what she'll say.

A few minutes later, I'm sitting next to Ally, watching my interview with this guy named Joe Redder. He's kind of cool. He wears sunglasses all the time, and his hair is red, like his last name may suggest. He also wears really awesome leather jackets. We're near the part where he asks me who I have a crush on.

"So, Austin, are there any special girls you have your eye on?" he asks.

"Uh, yeah," I reply.

"Who is it?" His voice sounds curious, and like he's gushing out a bunch of dark secrets at the same time.

"I can't tell. All I can say is, she's way out of my league and she'd never like me back anyway."

"You're an Internet sensation! What do you mean; she'll never like you back?"

"She'd never like me back because... she's my songwriter, Ally Dawson."

I hear two gasps; one from the audience on the T.V., and one from Ally. They're both at the exact same time.

When I see her face, it's red, almost as red as Joe Redder's hair. I run upstairs into the practice room, and slam the door behind me.

"Austin, wait!" Ally calls. "What's wrong?"

I don't answer, because I'm afraid of what she'll say to me. I dive underneath the piano bench as Ally opens the door.

"Austin," she says, crossing her arms and scooting the bench away from the piano, revealing my not-so-great hiding spot.

"What's wrong?" she repeats. "And... did you mean what you said?"

I nod cautiously. "Yeah," I reply. "I'm sorry, Ally. I shouldn't have a crush on you, because we're best friends, and-"

Ally cuts me off by leaning down and kissing me.

"Now, you were saying?" she asks.

I blush. "You like me back?" I reply.

"Duh."

I smile, and Ally smiles back.

"So, what does that make me now?" Ally inquires.

"I think it makes you Austin Moon's girlfriend."

Ally frowns. "But I don't want to be your girlfriend!" she whines.

"Now I feel embarrassed." And I do, because I thought Ally liked me.

Ally sees the look on my face and breaks into a huge smile.

"Kidding!" she yells. "Austin, I've loved you for so long! I've been waiting for this moment forever."

I stand up and open my arms wide for a hug. Ally rolls her eyes and hugs me.

"I feel like the luckiest girl in the world," she murmurs in my ear.

I smile.

Who knew so much could happen just because of one thing I said on the radio?